in this part of the island, for a short time attract the notice, and the scanty remuneration of the peasantry; but you will recollect, Lluellyn, that you are not in the land of the harp, not among a people from their infancy enthusiastically attached to its melody, nor romantic enough to reward the skill of its itinerant professors with a permanency of praise and profit."

"I am well aware of it,” replied the minstrel, sighing deeply as he spoke; "the Saxon, noble and generous though he be, hath never, like the Cambrian, exclusively devoted himself, and with a flow of feeling too, derived from the earliest ages, to the music of our beloved harp. Yet even here, as far as I may judge at least from the experience of the last few days, the harp of Lluellyn has not altogether lost its powers of pleasing. But, it will be said, that I have not yet passed the limits where the compassion of my neighbours may be supposed to operate; and that probably beyond the vallies of Rosedale and the Rye, not even the powers of Llywarch or Taliessin would ensure me support. My object, however, is merely to obtain, through the medium of our joint efforts, such

a small addition to our present scanty resources, as may enable me to reach my native land; for there, though years have passed away, Lluellyn yet lives in the memory of his friends, nor will they in his misery desert the once loved harper of Aberfraw. No, the graves of his fathers are yet green; nor will they who have survived to plant the flower, and deck the sod, where sleep the relics of his hapless race, refuse to welcome the declining bard, though he return to their protection poor, alas! and old and blind!"

"This is, indeed, Lluellyn," returned Mr. Walsingham, “a peculiar and delightful characteristic of our noble country, that her children pay such marked and affecting reverence to the ashes of their forefathers; it is an observance which tends, perhaps, more than any thing else, to preserve the love of family and kindred; nor have I any doubt but that your reception will be such in Mona as you have fondly hoped. In the meantime, my dear and venerable master, may this roof be your shelter from all further injury; and should you, after mature consideration, still persist in the wish of

revisiting the scenes of your early life, be assured we will contrive a more safe and effectual mode of gratifying your inclination than that which from necessity, perhaps, you have been compelled to adopt. But I perceive you are exhausted—we will retire, and may He who is a refuge for the oppressed, and who forgetteth not the sorrows of the humble and resigned, watch over and protect you!"

As he said this, lights were brought in, and the party separating for the night, Lluellyn and his son were conducted to a room where two beds, and every corresponding accommodation, had been prepared, with as much attention to their comfort and convenience, as if they had visited the cottage of the Rye in all the ostentation of prosperity,

(To be continued.)

No. VI.

Heroes, here their eyes have closed,
And statesmen from their toils reposed;
And sages, won by nature's charms,
Have wooed her to their longing arms;
And poets, here have struck the lyre
And caught the soul-inflaming fire,
Which, as it thrilled their nerves along,
And woke the hidden powers of song,
To distant times again addrest,

Shall raise the mind, and warm the breast.

CLIFFORD.

THE lines which I have placed at the head of this paper, are taken from a volume entitled "Tixhall Poetry," published in the year 1813, by Arthur Clifford, Esq., a work which has afforded me so much gratification, as presenting some very lovely and interesting pictures, domestic and literary, of the seventeenth century, that I have been tempted to bring it before my readers as a pleasing subject for an Autumnal Evening's lucubration.

Tixhall, in Staffordshire, the seat of Thomas Clifford Esquire, the elder brother of the Editor of the poems, exhibits, adjoining to the modern structure, the Ruins of the ancient Mansion of the Astons, a family, of which the present possessor of Tixhall is the descendant in the female line*, and which has flourished for many centuries in this place and its immediate vicinity. "Near the confluence of the Sow and Trent," says Camden, "stands Ticks-Hall, the seat of the family of Aston, of great eminence in these parts, for its antiquity, and alliances+"; and Fuller has not less honourably distinguished its character when he observes, "I have not met with a more noble family, measuring on the level of flat and unadvantaged antiquity. They have ever borne a good respect to the church, and to learned men."

Of this family, alike interesting for their private virtues and their literary acquirements,

* Thomas Clifford Esq. is great grandson of Walter, fourth Lord Aston, great grandson of Sir Walter Aston, the friend of Drayton.

† Gough's Camden, vol. ii. p. 496, as quoted by Mr. Clifford. Art. Staffordshire, as quoted by Mr. Clifford,