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THE NEWSPAPER.
243

MR. CHAINMAIL.

Even so.

CAPTAIN FITZCHROME.

The plunge must have been very sudden, if you are already over head and ears.

MR. CHAINMAIL.

As deep as Llyn-y-dreiddiad-vrawd.

CAPTAIN FITZCHROME.

And what may that be?

MR. CHAINMAIL.

A pool not far off: a resting-place of a mountain stream, which is said to have no bottom. There is a tradition connected with it, and here is a ballad on it, at your service:

LLYN-Y-DREIDDIAD-VRAWD

THE POOL OF THE DIVING FRIAR.

Gwenwynwyn withdrew from the feasts of his hall:
He slept very little, he prayed not at all:
He pondered, and wandered, and studied alone;
And sought, night and day, the philosopher's stone.