About this time the noble proprietor of the Llangwillan parish died, and its patronage fell to the disposal of a gay and dissipated young man, who succeeded to the large estates.

Inordinately selfish, surrounded by ready flatterers, eager of gain, he was a complete tyrant in his domains.
The excessive beauty and fertility of Llangwillan, the industry and simple habits of the inhabitants, excited the desire of possessing it in the mind of one of these humble sycophants, and his point was very speedily gained.

Justice and humanity were alike banished from the code of laws now in action, and, without preparation or excuse, Mr.Myrvin was desired to quit that parish which had been his so long.

His incumbency expired with the death of the proprietor, and it had been already disposed of.

The grief of the old man and his humble friends was long and deep; it was not openly displayed, the lessons of their beloved pastor had too well instructed them in the duty of resignation; but aged cheeks were wet with unwonted tears, and mingled with the sobs of childhood.