ore to whet your parts, and in order
to improve yourself that way, I propose to you a correspondent, a friend
of mine, an Anglesea man; who will be glad of your acquaintance, and I
daresay _you_ of _his_; especially when you have seen some of his
performances. His name is Gronw Owen; and you may direct to him at
Donnington, near Salop; he keeps a school there, and is curate of a place
hard by. He is but lately commenced a Welsh poet; and the first ode he
ever wrote, was an imitation of your ode on melancholy. His _Cowydd y
Farn_ is the best thing I ever read in Welsh. You will be more surprised
with his language and poetry than with anything you ever saw. His ode is
styled _The Wish_, or Gofuned Gronw Ddu o Fon; and is certainly equal, if
not superior, to anything I ever read of the ancients.

I have shared the dominion of poetry in Wales among you. He shall have
the north, and you the south. But he has more subjects, a hundred to
one, than you have, unless Glamorgan affords some.

Mr. Gronw Owen has been for some years laying a foundation for a Welsh
rational Grammar, not upon the Latin and Greek plan, but upon the plan
that the language will bear. It would be unreasonable to expect an old
archbishop to dance a jig and rigadoon with boys and girls; it is certain
that the Greek and Latin are such when compared with the Celtic. He has
desired of me to bring you acquainted together; and here I do it, unless
it is your own faults. He does not know how to write to you, nor I
neither; but direct this at a venture.

I am,
Your assured friend,
And servant,
LEWIS MORRIS.

_Llandeilo Vawr_, _April_ 23, 1752.

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The same to the same.

DEAR SIR,

My brother gave me yours of the third, with an excellent ode to the King
of Prussia. The faults in it I take to be owing to your careless writing
of it; for they are such as cannot be from want of knowledge, as the ode
itself shows. However, as you desire my corrections (which seems to be a
sort of menial office, like a plaisterer, who daubs mortar on a grand
piece of building, designed by a great architect) I give you my labour
for nothing, and choose whether you follow my opinion o