With respect to its interior I can say nothing, the door being locked.

It is probably like the outside, simple enough.

It seemed to be about two hundred and fifty years old, and to be kept in tolerable repair.

Simple as the edifice was, I looked with great emotion upon it; and could I do else, when I reflected that the greatest British poet of the last century had worshipped God within it, with his poor father and mother, when a boy?
I asked the miller whether he could point out to me any tombs or grave-stones of Gronwy's family, but he told me that he was not aware of any.

On looking about I found the name of Owen in the inscription on the slate slab of a respectable-looking modern tomb, on the north-east side of the church.