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Mar., 1880. BYE-GONES. 23 Still, thy brave bearing on that day- Lends those pale lips its strength to pray, " Thy will, oh God ! be done ! We bow before Thy living throne, And thank Thee for the mercy shewn, E'en when Thy summons dread was thrown Forth from the Russian gun." No agony that gasps for breath, Lengthened his hopeless hours of death; No fevered longing woke in vain, For those he ne'er could see again : By noble thoughts and hopes befriended, By honour to the last attended, His haughty step the hill ascended. At once !—his brain and hand reposed, At once !—his dauntless life was closed ; One mystic whirl of mighty change— One sea-like rush of blackness strange,— And all the roaring tumult dim Was cold, and dark, and still for him ; No pain could rack, no fever parch, That form whose course was run ; So ended his majestic march Up to the Russian gun, For there, with friends he loved around him, Serene as sleep, the searchers found him. IV. And still, for ever fresh and young, His honoured memory shall shine, A light that never sets, among The trophies of his ancient line— Yea—though the sword may seem to kill, Each noble name is living still, A ray of glory's sun ; And children of a future day, Each, in his time, shall proudly say, "I bear the name of one, Who in that first great light of our's Against the lawless Tyrant's powers, Upon the red Crimean sod, Went down, for Liberty and God, Close by the Russian gun !" For there, with friends he loved around him, Among the free-born dead they found him. 11th October, 1854. F. H. DOYLE. MARCH 3, 1880. NOTES. A LADY'S IMPRESSIONS OF WALES. [Letter IV.] (Feb. 18, 1880.) From Mrs. Presland (of Walford Hall, Salop) at Peniarth, Merionethshire, to her sister Miss Slaney, at Shrewsbury :— Dear Sister. We continue to spend our time very jovelly, no less then sixteen horses just set out for Towen, fourteen Left us yesterday, more exspected to night, it is well they can make in the House, and out building eighty beds, and that whole calvs sheep Lambs &c:c are still presented, the weather continues bad. Miss Bett last post had a Letter from a lady in Paris, she says the weather is t Elizabeth, second daughter of Edw. Williams. Esq., and Jane, Viscountess Bulkeley, of Peniarth; she died 5 May, 1830. as bad there, I coud not help saying, that consideration alone, must make it acceptable to every other nation, as nothing here is approv'd of but the Beaumond, exapt the Welch goats, and your humble servant, who when full dress'd woud do honour to a Dukes table, oh; when shoud I received such acompliment in England, but I do now and then discover a Little flatery. I was a few days since to see a Mr. Williams, he comes from London, but cant help describing his country House at Peniritha, which I think woud nearly stand in our Market House, if square, the parlour, and best chamber is fitted up, most Eiigantly, the way to the House is up a steep, with trees on each side, which you desend till you come to a Little murmering Brook just before the House, beyand which his a high Rocky Hill, on one side a riseing orchard within a Rural walk, in face of some medows, and high Rocks, with here and there Busshy trees, on the other side of the House a garden upon riseing ground, till you come to a cover'd seat from whence you look down a romantick vail, at the hend of which appears the Sea, near to it a Church and steeple and if the Gentleman cuts down the orchard and lays it in to a Lawn, I think he may challenge Nort Wales, for situation, the day after we dind at a Mr. Owens of Carbuthlen, where I was highly entertaind with a Misers feast, and the old Butler biding us eat hartily, as much as to say, such doings dont come often, all tho is master a man of good fortune, the house is new, not fitted up scrounded with high hils, one of which is very long and high, where the trees are planted in great taste, here and there a short Aveneu, a speace of ground, and then a round patch, between bits of ground with a beautyfull verdure then comes a square patch all down the side of it, and from the top a very extensive vieu but it rains and we retire, I lementing more then ever my not attending in my youthfull days, to quick writing, and good spelling, for if I had I coud have com¬ municated to you a much more just, and entertaining account of Wales, then it is now, I bluss to say in my power to do, I wish I coud give you an Idea of the Droll figures, I have the honour of being dayly intreducd to, my lips are sore with kissing, and if Idye dont fancy that it is the Sea that drowns me, but the stifelingof laughter, and if I continue to behave as well as I have done, I shall think I have the wisdome of Solaman. I wish you coud seet the face and figure of a young gentleman aged twenty, with an imbroderd coat, waistcoat & cue wig &c:c, to whom I have took care to intreduce all the old wemen, he begs, prays, stars, and dont know how to look, but I tell him he must comply, as I have done before him, but when he talks of his Phaeton, Chariot, dutches of such a one, my Lord and Lady, and so forth, they people eye him from head to foot, and wonder weither he is man or monkey, such a contrast is he to the youths of this Country, that it is no wonder they are all surprise, who I supose he takes for stentots. as one set of company goes out, others come in strange faces every day, ye very strange, one woud think the whole kingdom coud scarsely supply the consumption of this family, and friends, be¬ longing to their own house upwards of forty, three good hands to play on the musick, one on the flute, an other the fidle, and a charming harper, which in our walking tea drinking often attend us, we went on friday to ride on the sands, till we came to a kave in a Rock within a few yards of the Sea.t it is very romantick and high, at top the stones hang over, and look as it cut in large squars, seemingly lose and nothing to prevent their droping on your head, and when the tide is out you appear to be in the Sea and the tell you up the kave, you may go milles, { Glyndwr's Cave, near Llangelynin, in Welsh, Qgqf Owain.