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LLYN IRDDIN, near Barmouth. Trout and eels. 



LLYN RAITHLYN, near Trawsvynydd, a very beau- 

 tiful sheet of water, remarkable for a variety of 

 the perch, having a distorted spine. There are also 

 trout and eels. 



LLYN PAIR, or Pool of the Cauldron, about three 



saw the little bird between him and the moon's disk, beckon- 

 ing so sorrowfully, and heard her call out again, ( Edivar ! 

 Edivar ! ' so awfully, and yet so mournfully, that it might 

 have been a Christian's voice ; and he was afraid not to follow. 

 Thus they went on, over bogs, and through woods and thick- 

 ets; the little bird still floating before, like a cloud, always 

 guiding him along the safest and smoothest paths; but when- 

 ever he paused even for a single minute, she again wailed out, 

 (in a tone that reminded him of his own little Gwenhwyvar's 

 dying shriek, when she fell into and perished in'Glaslyn*,) 

 ' Edivar ! Edivar ! ' 



They had now reached the top of the mountain, a consider- 

 able distance from the palace, and the harper was faint and 

 weary; and once more he ventured to pause, but he no 

 longer heard that little warning voice, hurrying him down the 

 other side of the mountain. He listened; still there was no 

 sound, save the rustling of the torrent at his feet, or the 

 occasional tinkle of the distant sheep-bell. He now reflected 

 how foolishly he had acted, in allowing his old weak brain to 

 lead him away from the castle, and turned back, in hopes that 

 he might again reach it in time for the next dance. But his 

 amazement was indescribable, when, on turning round, he 

 could see nothing of the castle ; all beneath him was a wide, 

 calm expanse of lake, and his harp floating on the surface of 

 the waters." Cambrian Quarterly. 



* The Blue Lake. 



