whose beauty is a tribulation to it among a crowd of people. Yet, however strenuous the attempt, when I look again, it is not a whit nearer the end of its journey. But the earth comes and goes with the moon. When it disappears, the slopes of the hill and its cottages disappear too, and there is only a gleam or two hanging in the emptiness to mark where they once had been. When it appears, the mountain re-appears in the guise of a mountain's ghost, and the houses like the ghosts of houses, because no sooner do they appear than they vanish. In the mean while, between the squalls of the wind, I hear the sound of singing coming from the direction of the largest light among those I see in front of me. Suddenly it goes out, as the Llanddwyn light goes out, but not, like it, to come on again, for in the next instant the moon lights up the dark windows of the Cwm chapel.
Y Brython (23 Rhagfyr, 1920),
Rhyddiaith R. Williams Parry (gol. Bedwyr Lewis Jones, Gwasg Gee, 1974)
W. J. Gruffydd
Only a few people in Wales have not heard about our dear, lately departed brother, Lemuel Parry, Esq., J.P., O.B.E., and the fragrance of his memory will remain among us for many years to come. This good servant was called from his labour to his reward at about a quarter-past seven o'clock on the fifth of May 1922, when the family was about to sit down to dinner, and so twelve months have passed since he was carried to his bed for the very last time, and I am grateful now for this opportunity of giving a sketch of his useful and self-sacrificing life.
The subject of this obituary was born on a Saturday evening, the fifth of May, in the year 1850, when the whole family except one was at supper, in a low, mean cottage known as the Twmp in the parish of Llanfihangel Mechdeyrn1 in the county of Caernarfon. His father was a labourer, yet as honest as any gentleman in the district; at least,