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NATURALLY begin this little history with the account of

Tre Eden Owain, the place where I first made my entrance into this busy world. The principal house in this township, Downing, was built in the year 1627. It certainly had no DOmniye, pretensions to the English name of Downing, which doubtlessly was a corruption from Eden Owain, the Tre or township in which it stands. The founder was John Pennant, son of Nicholas Pennant, a younger son of Hugh Pennant, of Bychton. He married the heiress of the place, and built a house, which was much too large for the estate. The stones were brought from Nant-y-bi, a dingle opposite to the house. There is a tradition, that the stones were rolled along a platform from the top of the quarry, raised on an






inclined plane till they reached the building, and there were elevated as the work increased in height, till the whole was finished. The house is in form of a Roman H, a mode of architecture very common in Wales at that period. On the front is the pious motto frequent on the Welsh houses, Heb Dduw heb ddim, a duw a digon, which signifies, “Without God there is nothing, with "God enough. There were only four generations of this branch; Thomas, the last, died in 1724, and was buried in Whiteford church, on June 6th of the fame year. He bequeathed his estate to my father, who made the house his residence; his own father being living, and the house much better than our paternal.

To prevent all disputes about the place and time of my birth, be it known that I was born on June 14th, 1726, old style, in the room now called the Yellow Room; that the celebrated Mrs. Clayton, of Shrewsbury, ushered me into the world, and delivered me to Miss Jenny Parry, of Merton, in this parish; who to her dying day never failed telling me, ' Ah, you rogne! I remember

you had not a shirt to your back.' ' I was, according to antient custom, put out to nurse at a neighboring farm-house, called Pentre, covered with thatch, and which at present would be deemed a cottage. My nurse's maiden name was Pennant; and from the time of this great event she resumed it, notwithstanding fhe had long used that of her husband, Jobn Pierce, a freeholder of above a hundred a year. He and she were fond of this charge, which was ever esteemed a peculiar favor and honor. The affection and connection is still retained in many parts of Ireland; but what is unfortunate in more civilized Wales, both seem at present almost extinguilhed.


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Of the affection between the foster-father, foster-mother, and AFFECTION OF

FOSTER-FATHERS, foster-brother, the instances were frequent. The fidelity of Robin ap Inko, foster-brother to Jevan ap Vychen, of the house of Gwedir, in the reign of Edward IV. was a most noted one. In a fatal feud between Jevan and his brother-in-law Rys ap Howel, the latter, expecting a fray, provided a butcher to murder Jevan in the confusion of the battle, and to him he gave orders in these

The butcher not being acquainted with Jevan, Ap Rys faid, 'Thou shalt soone discerne him from the rest by his stature, ! and he will make way before him. There is a foster-brother

of his, one Robin ap Inko, a little fellow, that useth to match him « behind: take heed of him, for be the encountre never foe hot,

his eye is ever on tis foster-brother ;'-and so it happened. Rebin suspected the treachery, and seeing the butcher watching his opportunity, came behind him and knocked him on the head in the moment in which he had come behind Jevan, and had aimed one at that of his beloved foster-brother. The patrimony of his faithful follower was in the parish of Llanderfel; and to this day retains the name of Tyddin Inko.

In those days there was great competition for the honor of Horrid Murder. fostering the children of great men. The parfon of Llanvrothen near Traeth-mawr, had taken a child of Jevan ap Robert to nurse. This so grieved the wife of Rys (her husband having more land in the parish than Fevan had) that the determined to have the poor parson put to death. A woman was sent to his house, who was kindly taken in. At midnight she set up hideous cries, pretending that the parson had attempted to ravish her. This only was a pretence for revenge: the woman had, as the historian says,

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