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and was all of a rosy colour, and so sweet a fragrance was exhaled that those who 
were present thought themselves in the joy of Paradise. St. Cadocus buried her 
in her own oratory, where for many years she had led a most holy mortified life, 
very acceptable to God,—Ch : History of Brittany—and for many generations the 
festival of St. Cenau, or St. Keyna, was held in honour of the Virgin Saint on 
the 8th October, in the parish of Llangenny. The feast, or parish wake, is now 
held in June, annually, upon St. Curig, commonly called Curig Llwd, or Grey 
Curig’sday. It will be observed that wherever St. Keyne established herself there 
a beautiful spring of water is to be found—at Keynsham, at St. Neot in Cornwall, 
and here at Llangenny, and each of them has the repute of high medicinal 
virtues, carried down from remote antiquity. It is a pretty fancy that thus 
attaches the name of a holy person to a bright spring of water, a tribute at once 
to the purest devotion of the saint and the highest gratitude of the people. But 
these wells of St. Keyna had another very remarkable property. It seems this 
charming saint—though she so rigidly shunned matrimony herself—ever kept an 
eye on the concerns of the marriage state, and in a playful irony, we must 
suppose, since envy, or jealousy, or revenge are out of the question, she threw a 
spell upon the water. St. Keyna’s wells have the singular effect that the first of 
a new married couple who drink of their waters obtains the command in the 
household for life. The Welsh seem nearly to have forgotten their saint and her 
well too. At Keynsham it is only the efficacy of the spring in curing weak eyes 
and other disorders that is remembered, but at St. Neot in Cornwall the case 
is far different. They know little of the saint to whom it is dedicated, but they 
value the spring for th» ruling power its waters are reputed to confer. ‘‘ The well 
is arched over,” says Fuller, ‘‘ with the robes of four kinds of trees, withy, oak, 
elm, and ash,” and its special virtues will be best described by Southey’s lines 
upon it, including, as they do, the lines previously written by less gifted poets :— 
A well there is in the west country, 
And a clearer one never was seen ; 
There is not a wife in the west country 
But has heard of the well of St. Keyne. 
An oak and an elm tree stand beside, 
And behind doth an ash-tree grow ; 
And a willow from the bank above 
Droops to the water below. 
A traveller came to the well of St. Keyne, 
And joyfully he drew nigh ; 
For from cock-crow he had been travelling, 
And there was not a cloud in the sky. 
He drank of the water so cool and clear, 
For thirsty and hot was he ; 
And he sat down upon the bank 
Under the willow-tree, 
