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and had gained so much information from the hroad clear way in which it was 

 expressed that he trusted that they might all have the advantage and oppor- 

 tunity of reading it also. 



T. CoELEY, Esq. , of Hereford, and some other members, at once rose to 

 second Mr. Salwey's proposition, and at the evident wish of the meeting the 

 President undertook to communicate with BIr. Griffiths on the subject. 



The President then arose, and expressed his regret that the members 

 had been able to see so little of the very beautiful lake they had that day 

 visited. It was full of interest in every point of view ; but before he entered 

 upon its especial objects of interest with reference to the club, he wished to 

 bring to their notice a curious legend relating to it, for had time permitted 

 he had intended doing so upon the lake itself. He believed that almost every 

 lake in Wales was supposed to have been the site of a buried city, of which 

 the remains at certain times became visible through its waters. It certainly 

 was BO with Llangorse, or more properly perhaps, Llynsafeddan. Sir John 

 Colt Hoare, in his edition of " Giraldus Cambrensis," gives the following old 

 legend, in Monkish Latin, with regard to it— a copy of which had been kindly 

 given to him by the Rev. James Davies, of Moorcourt, that morning. It 

 should be prefixed by the statement that the buried city is said to have 



been "Lovcntium," and the lake is called " Brecheinomere" : — 

 Ad Brcchnoc est vivarium 

 Satis abundaos piscium 

 Sjepe coloris varii 

 Comma gerens pomarii 

 Structuras jedificii 

 Siepe videbis inibi 

 Sub lacu cum sit gelidus 

 Mirus auditur sonitus. 

 Si terrse princeps venerit 

 Aves cantare jusserit. 

 Statim depromunt moduloa. 

 Nil concin ant ad caiteros. 

 This legend has been very happUy told by Miss Jane Williams, in her 

 "Celtic Fables, Tales, and Legends," to which he had before alluded, and 

 which he would now read to them : — 



A LEOEND OF LLYNSAFEDDAN. 

 By old Brecheiuiog's famous Lake— 



That Lake in many a tale renowned, 

 Three noble chiefs their journey take 



Along Cathedin's awful ground. 

 Full oft those wondrous waters gleam, 



A moving field of veidant hue ; 

 And oft with intersections stream. 



Of blood like crimson passing through. 

 And sometimes on the watery plain. 

 Courts, palaces, and gardens rise ; 

 Graves decorate a gay champaign, 



And charm the Usher's wondering eyes. 

 There when the ice of winter broke, 



'Twas with a wild unearthly groan ; 

 As if the horrid jar awoke 

 A hecatomb's discordant moan. 



