Honour to the miller of Mona and his wife; and honour to the kind hospitable Celts in general! How different is the reception of this despised race of the wandering stranger from that of -- -.

However, I am a Saxon myself, and the Saxons have no doubt their virtues; a pity that they should be all uncouth and ungracious ones! I asked my kind host his name.
"John Jones," he replied, "Melinydd of Llanfair." "Is the mill which you work your own property ?" I inquired.
"No," he answered, "I rent it of a person who lives close by." "And how happens it," said I, "that you speak no English ?" "How should it happen," said he, "that I should speak any?
I have never been far from here; my wife who has lived at service at Liverpool can speak some." "Can you read poetry ?" said I.
"I can read the psalms and hymns that they sing at our chapel," he replied.
"Then you are not of the Church ?" said I.
"I am not," said the miller; "I am a Methodist." "Can you read the poetry of Gronwy Owen ?" said I.
"I cannot," said the miller, "that is with any comfort; his poetry is in the ancient Welsh measures, which make poetry so difficult that few can understand it." "I can understand poetry in those measures," said I.
"And how much time did you spend," said the miller, "before you could understand the poetry of the measures ?" "Three years," said I.
The miller laughed.
"I could not have afforded all that time," said he, "to study the songs of Gronwy.

However, it is well that some people should have time to study them.

He was a great poet as I have been told, and is the glory of our land--but he was unfortunate; I have read his life in Welsh and part of his letters; and in doing so have shed tears." "Has his house any particular name ?" said I.
"It is called sometimes Ty Gronwy," said the miller; "but more frequently Tafarn Goch." "The Red Tavern ?" said I.

"How is it that so many of your places are called Goch?
there is Pentraeth Goch; there is Saint Pedair Goch, and here at Llanfair is Tafarn Goch." The miller laughed.
"It will take a wiser man than I," said he, "to answer that question." The repast over I rose up, gave my host thanks, and said, "I will now leave you, and hunt up things connected with Gronwy." "And where will you find a lletty for night, gentleman ?" said the miller's wife.