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days. On a common near Blaynport, lie a great many 

 large stones ; among the rest, one standing perpendicu- 

 larly on one end in the ground, and another large one 

 leaning upon it, and two others, one on each side the 

 leaning stone; these stones they call king Arthur's 

 quoits : under the leaning stone is a stone with little 

 grooves upon it. These seem to have been some ancient 

 monument of the Britons or Saxons, viz., a trophy for 

 some victory, or stones reared upon some great person's 

 corpse. The like stones we saw upon St. David's head ; 

 and they told us that, in other places of the mountains, 

 the like were to be seen. We also passed by thereabout 

 a bank, over which they throw the wooden ball that get 

 the victory over other of the men of the high and low 

 country of Cardigan. This contention and sport for the 

 wooden ball is yearly on the Monday in Whitsun-week. 

 We were told of a great stone in a plowed field, which 

 hath this antient inscription, Corbulensis hie jacet Ordous ; 

 but this we saw not. Mr. Lewis hath a pretty house at 

 Cardigan. Mr. Barry is owner of Cardigan Island. 

 From Cardigan we rode to a poor village called Fishgard, 

 where we were put to it for a lodging. Thence we pro- 

 ceeded to St. David's, where we viewed an old cathedral, 

 therein divers ancient monuments, viz., that of the earl 

 of Richmond, father of king Henry VII, in the choir. 

 Owen Tudor's, and another of the Tudors, bishop 

 Vaughan's, bishop Anselme's, &c. Behind the choir a 

 handsome chapel of bishop Vaughan's, where sitting, he 

 had windows so contrived into another chapel behind, 

 called St. Mary's chapel, that he might see five masses 

 said together, at five several altars. The steeple is taken 

 into the choir, and the bell ropes hang down into it ; and 

 of the wings of the church are made chapels. The 

 Welch have a proverb, that it is as good to go to St. 

 David's twice, as to Home once. There are also in this 

 church the tomb of St. David, and one Wogan, a gentle- 

 man. This town is now a poor place ; not far hence, on 

 the sands, stood old Menew, whence the bishop is styled 



