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PRINCE HOEL'S CHILD.
From Southey's Madoc.
A little way
Now had prince Madoc left the holy isle, And homeward to Aberfraw, through the wilds Of Arvon, bent his course. le turned aside, by natural impulses loved, to behold Cadwalon's lonely hut; Chat lonely dwelling stood among the hills, By a grey mountain-stream ; just elevate Above the winter torrents did it stand, Jpon a craggy bank; an orchard slope Irose behind, and joyous was the scene, n early summer, when those antic trees hone with their blushing blossoms, and the flax Twinkled beneath the breeze its liveliest green. But, save the flax fields, and that orchard slope, Ol else was desolate, and now all wore )ne sober hue; the narrow vale which wound imong the hills, was grey with rocks, that peer'd Ibove its shallow soil; the mountain side Vas loose with stones bestrewn, which, oftentimes liding beneath the foot of straggling goat, latter'd adown the steep, or huger crags, Phich, when the coming frost should loosen them, Vould thunder down. All things assorted well Vith that grey mountain hue : the low stone lines, Thich scarcely seem'd to be the work of man, he dwelling, rudely rear’d with stones uphewn, be stubble fax, the crooked apple trees, rey with their fleecy moss and misletoe, he white-bark'd birch, now leafless, and the ash, 'hose knotted roots were like the rifted rock,
Through which they forced their way. Adown the vale
When Madoc came,
66 Some few year Here we have dwelt,” quoth she, “my child and I, Will it please you enter, and partake such fare As we can give ?” still timidly she spake ; But gathering courage from the gentle mien Of him with whom she conversed. Madoc thank'd The friendly proffer, and toward the hut
They went, and in his arms he took the boy.
She grew pale,
should have waken’d yours! Did you then know Prince Hoel ?"
She replied, “ Oh no! my lot Vas humble, and my loss a humble ene; 'et was it all to me! They say,“ quoth she, -ad as she spake, she struggled to bring forth Tith painful voice, the interrupted words-
“ They say prince Hoel's body was not found;
He took a harp
Prince Hoel's lay of love.
1; Oh yes! it is a song my mother loves,
To take thee with me," quoth ihe ocean lord,
Thou art prince Madoc then!" The mother cried,-“ thou art indeed the prince !
That song—that look !”—and at his feet she fell, we Panting-Oh take him, Madoc! save the child !
Thy brother Hoel's orphan!"
By S. R. Jackson. 1
Henry II. taking advantage of the dissention among the Welsh eF, princes, in the year 1157, the third of his reign, collected a very
formidable army, determined on the subjugation of the Principality. He encamped his forces at Saltney Marsh, in Flintshire. Owen Gwyneth, prince of North Wales, with his usual activity, took post at Basingwerk, near Holywell, and waited the approach of the English. A chosen body of troops, commanded by several barons of distinction, were sent to tempt Owen to a general action. The party, passing through the broken country of Coed Eulo, were rigorously assaulted by the two sons of Owen, and the English led in great disorder and with much slaughter to the main body of
Alarmed at the danger, and mortified by the disgrace, Henry broke up his camp, and marched along the sea shore to the own of Flint, with a view of penetrating into the interior of the ountry; but in passing through a long and narrow defile at Counyllt, he was intercepted hy Owen, who permitted him to enter, un. Bolested, into the strait, when, cutting off his retreat, the Welsh ushed upon their foes with terrible outcries, from the woods, ssaulting them most vigorously. Struck with dismay, and enumbered with heavy armour, the English were again thrown into
be utmost disorder, and a dreadful carnage ensued. Eustace de jer Fitzjohn and Robert de Courcy, with many noblemen of distinction,