The inscription was as follows: Er cof am JANE OWEN Gwraig Edward Owen, Monachlog Llanfair Mathafam eithaf, A fu farw Chwefror 28 1842 Yn 51 Oed.
_i.e._ "To the memory of JANE OWEN Wife of Edward Owen, of the monastery of St Mary of farther Mathafarn, who died February 28, 1842, aged fifty-one." Whether the Edward Owen mentioned here was any relation to the great Gronwy, I had no opportunity of learning.

I asked the miller what was meant by the monastery, and he told that it was the name of a building to the north-east near the sea, which had once been a monastery but had been converted into a farm-house, though it still retained its original name.
"May all monasteries be converted into farm-houses," said I, "and may they still retain their original names in mockery of popery!" Having seen all I could well see of the church and its precincts I departed with my kind guide.

After we had retraced our steps some way, we came to some stepping-stones on the side of a wall, and the miller pointing to them said: "The nearest way to the house of Gronwy will be over the llamfa." I was now become ashamed of keeping the worthy fellow from his business, and begged him to return to his mill.

He refused to leave me, at first, but on my pressing him to do so, and on my telling him that I could find the way to the house of Gronwy very well by myself, he consented.

We shook hands, the miller wished me luck, and betook himself to his mill, whilst I crossed the llamfa.