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." "This is dreadfully hot weather," said I, "and I should like to offer you sixpence for ale, but as I am a Churchman I suppose you would not accept it from my hands." "The Lord forbid, sir," said the old man, "that I should be so uncharitable! If your honour chooses to give me sixpence, I will receive it willingly.

Thank your honour! Well, I have often said there is a great deal of good in the Church of England." I once more looked at the hill which overlooked the scene of Owen Gwynedd's triumph over the united forces of the Irish Lochlanders and Normans, and then after inquiring of the old man whether I was in the right direction for Penmynnydd, and finding that I was, I set off at a great pace, singing occasionally snatches of Black Robin's ode in praise of Anglesey, amongst others the following stanza:-- "Bread of the wholesomest is found In my mother-land of Anglesey; Friendly bounteous men abound In Penmynnydd of Anglesey." I reached Penmynnydd, a small village consisting of a few white houses and a mill.

The meaning of Penmynnydd is literally the top of a hill.
The village does not stand on a hill, but the church which is at some distance, stands on one, or rather on a hillock.