THE NEWSPAPER.
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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.
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.
