The wheel now ceased turning, and the man with the adze turned his face full upon me--he was a stern-looking, dark man, with black hair, of about forty; after a moment or two he said that if I chose to walk into the house I should be welcome.

He then conducted us into the house, a common-looking stone tenement, and bade us be seated.

I asked him if he was a descendant of Huw Morus; he said he was; I asked him his name, which he said was Huw--.

"Have you any of the manuscripts of Huw Morus ?" said I.
"None," said he, "but I have one of the printed copies of his works." He then went to a drawer, and taking out a book, put it into my hand, and seated himself in a blunt, careless manner.

The book was the first volume of the common Wrexham edition of Huw's works; it was much thumbed--I commenced reading aloud a piece which I had much admired in my boyhood.