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become petulant and even hysterical, leaving upon 

 the beholder the impression that there has been a 

 great effort rather than a sufficient power. At 

 times, he will sit silent for a couple of hours after 

 his arrival, though knowing that the people are 

 assembled especially to hear him ; then, in the 

 pauses of incisive upbraiding, shake his closed right 

 hand impatiently with a motion that looks as if he 

 were rattling half-pence, in the end sitting down 

 with a gesture of mingled resentment and despair, 

 and flinging his arms out over the table before him, 

 bury his face, and remain so, maybe for an hour or 

 more, or until all is over. 



And it is these traits of weakness and idiosyncracy 

 that largely attract those who flock to hear and see 

 him. Entering when he likes ; rising when he will, 

 or not at all ; now caressing his beholders with a 

 peculiarly winning smile that has in it something 

 delightfully child-like, now almost minatory as he 

 snaps out curt, crushed-up phrases of reproval ; at one 

 time lashing himself visibly into a tempest of emotion, 

 at another sunk in his seat, inert and distraught, he is 

 an object of fascinated sympathy to many who, like 

 himself, come of a race that, whether heathen, Catholic, 

 or Protestant, remains the same, emotional rather 

 than rational, with a feeling for the mysterious rather 

 than for the true, the dreamy Celt as distinguished 

 from the practical Teuton. 



So that it was perhaps not unfitting that even in 

 these times St, Dwynwen should have received her 

 monument in Llanddwyn. For, although by an 

 accident of geography, so to say, Wales has become 



