Hail Hirlas

Fill with mead the Hirlas high,

Nor let a soul this day be dry;

The hall resounds, the triumph rings,

And every bard the conflict sings.

dnyved's trophied shield displays

Themes of glory, themes of praise,—

A lion in the tented field,

A lamb, when vanquish'd heroes yield.

Ednyved, bravest of the brave!

His name shall live beyond the grave."

LLANDDONA—DWYNWEN—LLANDDWYN.

" Llan Ddona (so called from Dona, fourth in descent from the celebrated Brochwel, Prince of Powys, who built a cell there, upon the sea-shore, in the ninth century,) is a parish adjoining Llangoed, on the north-east, in the island of Anglesey. The fair damsels of this district have, from time immemorial, borne the same addition as those of Lancashire, both having,  probably, been peculiarly favoured by Dwynwen,

* There have been more thanone English version of this celebrated poem, but we are not aware to which Mr. Llwyd here alludes.— Ed.


THE HIRLAS.

" These were the mead-horns of ancient hospitality, and called the Hirlas.
That of Owain Cyveiliog, Prince of Powys, has been the subject of a beautiful ode,
 for the appearance of which in English the public are indebted to the pen of an accomplished scholar*.
 An elegant specimen of the ancient Hirlas is still preserved at Lord Penrhyn's seat in Caernarvonshire."

See Cambro-Briton, vol. i.  P 59
 Published at Chester in 1804.