rished by the hands, not of the Spaniards, but of the Indians, who tore
him limb from limb, burning his members, yet quivering, in the
fire--which very Indians Morgan contrived to make his own firm friends,
and whose difficult language he spoke with the same facility as English,
Spanish, and his own South Welsh.

For men of genius Wales during a long period was particularly
celebrated.--Who has not heard of the Welsh Bards? though it is true
that, beyond the borders of Wales, only a very few are acquainted with
their songs, owing to the language, by no means an easy one, in which
they were composed. Honour to them all! everlasting glory to the three
greatest--Taliesin, Ab Gwilym and Gronwy Owen: the first a professed
Christian, but in reality a Druid, whose poems fling great light on the
doctrines of the primitive priesthood of Europe, which correspond
remarkably with the philosophy of the Hindus, before the time of Brahma:
the second the grand poet of Nature, the contemporary of Chaucer, but
worth half a dozen of the accomplished word-master, the ingenious
versifier of Norman and Italian tales: the third a learned and
irreproachable minister of the Church of England, and one of the greatest
poets of the last century, who after several narrow escapes from
starvation both in England and Wales, died master of a paltry school at
New Brunswick, in North America, sometime about the year 1780.

But Wales has something besides its wonderful scenery, its eventful
history, and its illustrious men of yore to interest the visitor. Wales
has a population, and a remarkable one. There are countries, besides
Wales, abounding with noble scenery, rich in eventful histories, and
which are not sparingly dotted with the birthplaces of heroes and poets,
in which at the present day there is either no population at all, or one
of a character which is anything but attractive. Of a country in the
first predicament, the Scottish Highlands afford an example: What a
country is that Highland region! What scenery! and what associations!
If Wales has its Snowdon and Cader Idris, the Highlands have their Hill
of the Water Dogs, and that of the Swarthy Swine: If Wales has a history,
so have the Highlands--not indeed so remarkable as that of Wales, but
eventful enough: If Wales has had its heroes, its Glendower and Father
Pryce, the Highlands have had their Evan Cameron and Ranald of Moydart;
If Wales has had its romantic characters, its Griffith A