He is an elderly man, but his awen, I assure you, is as young and vigorous as ever." "I shouldn't be at all surprised," said I, "if he was a certain ancient gentleman, from whom I obtained information yesterday, with respect to the birth-place of Gronwy Owen." "Very likely," said the man in grey; "well, if you have seen him consider yourself fortunate, for he is a genuine bard, and a genuine son of Anglesey, notwithstanding he lives across the water." "If he is the person I allude to," said I, "I am doubly fortunate, for I have seen two bards of Anglesey." "Sir," said the man in grey, "I consider myself quite as fortunate, in having met such a Saxon as yourself, as it is possible for you to do, in having seen two bards of Ynis Fon." "I suppose you follow some pursuit besides bardism ?" said I; "I suppose you farm ?" "I do not farm," said the man in grey, "I keep an inn." "Keep an inn ?" said I.
"Yes," said the man in grey.

"The -- - Arms at L---." "Sure," said I, "inn-keeping and bardism are not very cognate pursuits ?" "You are wrong," said the man in grey; "I believe the awen, or inspiration, is quite as much at home in the bar as in the barn, perhaps more.

It is that belief which makes me tolerably satisfied with my position and prevents me from asking Sir Richard to give me a farm instead of an inn." "I suppose," said I, "that Sir Richard is your landlord ?" "He is," said the man in grey, "and a right noble landlord too." "I suppose," said I, "that he is right proud of his tenant ?" "He is," said the man in grey, "and I am proud of my landlord, and will here drink his health.

I have often said that if I were not what I am, I should wish to be Sir Richard." "You consider yourself his superior ?" said I.
"Of course," said the man in grey--"a baronet is a baronet; but a bard, is a bard you know--I never forget what I am, and the respect due to my sublime calling.

About a month ago I was seated in an upper apartment in a fit of rapture.