controverted by Stephens and Parry, who have made out an ingenious case against the probability of the event. Of David ap Gwillym, we might quote the eulogistic criticism of Borrow, in Lavengro, if we had the book by us. In effect, he places him in company with the dozen capital cosmopolitan poets, and translated him with ardor. Was it Mrs. Murray who refused to publish these fine versions, as they must have been, if they any way resembled the translations. of Danish ballads, by the same author, whose poetical talent is far beyond that of the only English translator of ap Gwyllym, we have encountered?

WORTHIES OF WALES.

In the following list of the worthies of Wales, which is avowedly far from complete, we have brought together all the most distinguished names we could at brief notice collect, and without any regard to chronological order or gleaning. First, from Fuller's Worthies, we must enumerate three Sovereigns of England, born in Wales, Edward II., Henry V. and VII. Under the caption Princes, the noble old wit says, “I confess there were many of this Principality, but I crave leave to be excused from giving a list of their nativities. They are so ancient I know not where to begin, and so many I know not where to end." Yet, of a noble line, four at least should not be omitted-Arthur, "mirror of manhood;" Owain Gwynned, the hero of Gray's noble poem; Llewelyn ap Gruffydd, the last of Welsh descent that bore sway in the Principality, and Owen Glendower.

Caractacus, "that valiant British General, who for nine years resisted here the Romans' puissance."

Hugh Johnes, Bishop Llandaff, the first Welshman elected Bishop of Wales for 800 years.

Sir John Rhese, "noble by his lineage, but more by his learning."

Madoc, the hero of Southey's epic (?)-the traditional Welsh Columbus of the 12th century.

Sir Rhys ap Thomas, "never more than a Knight, yet little less than a Prince."

Merlin, the famous necromancer of the legends, probably an able chemist and man of science.

Devereux, Earl of Essex, the favorite of Queen Elizabeth, and rival of Leicester for her favor.

Bishop Parry, whose name is borne by many celebrated

men.

Bishop Morgan, the first translator of the Bible into Welsh.

Vaughan, the Silurist, author of a few charming poems, from which Campbell did not disdain to borrow.

Archbishop Williams, whose life was written by Hackett. The celebrated Herbert family, including Lord Herbert of Cherbury, the chivalric Knight and subtle metaphysician ; George Herbert, the poet of the English Church; and in the present century Dean Herbert, and his son, William Henry Herbert, the popular writer.

James Howel, the earliest English letter writer, and one of the best.

Sir Hugh Middleton, who introduced the new river into London, the ancestor of the South Carolina family of the same

name.

Powel, the historian.

Dr. Price, the political pamphleteer, ethical writer, economst and divine, of revolutionary fame.

Pennant, the antiquary and tourist.

Picton, the brilliant soldier, who has a grand-nephew, his namesake, in this city.

Inigo Jones is supposed to have been a Welshman. The father of Sir William was a native of Wales-an eminent mathematician. Jones, of Hafod, the celebrated book collector, proprietor and improver of a princely establishment, destroyed by fire, translator of Froissart and Monstrelet.

Wilson, the landscape painter, some of whose finest views. were taken in Wales.

Gibson, the sculptor.

Owen, a great Welsh cognomen, borne by the Princes and by modern celebrities, e. g., the famous divine of Cromwell's day, the portrait painter, the socialist politician, father and

son.

Dyer, the descriptive poet, whose Grongar Hill is a Welsh scene, a lineal descendant of Shakspeare on the mother's side.

Baxter, the Calvinist. Jurists, one famous, Kenyon; one infamous, Jeffries.

There are pleasing literary associations connected with Wales. Jeremy Taylor's "Golden Grove" was written at Lord Carberry's seat, so called. Steele died at the house of his second wife, in Wales. Milton's "Comus" was performed at Ludlow Castle, and one of his wives, Mary Powel, must have been Welsh or of Cambrian descent. An enthusiastic Welsh antiquary of our acquaintance argues, from certain evidence in his possession, that the scenes of Gray's Elegy must have been in Wales. Among the Welsh characters of fiction out of Shakspeare, we do not recollect one more characteristic than "Mr. Morgan, the wild apothecary, (or rather naval surgeon or sea-going Doctor of Dickens,) whom

Thackeray remarks in his criticism of Smollett, 'is as pleasant as Doctor Caius'"-a high compliment, to compare any other man's characters with Shakspeare's.

We will conclude this desultory lucubration by a sketch of the patron Saint of Wales. The apochryphal writers make him one hundred and forty-one years old when he died, therein agreeing with the age of the Patriarch Jacob. The most probable accounts represent him to have been between 80 and 90, deducing his pedigree from the Virgin Mary, of whom it makes him the eighteenth lineal descendant. His character, drawn by Giraldus, represents him "a mirror and a pattern to all, instructing both by word and example, excellent in his preaching, but still more so in his works. He was a doctrine to all, a guide to the religious, a life to the poor, a support to orphans, a protection to widows, a father to the fatherless, a rule to monks and a model to teachers, becoming all to all, that he might gain all to God."

APPENDIX.

XXXV.

LITERARY EGOTISM.

It appears to me that a writer may be permitted publicly to decompose the state of his mind, and to make observations on his own character, for the benefit of other men, rather than to leave his body by will to a professor of anatomy.-ZIM

MERMAN.

We all love a frank, engaging temper. We are won by an open demeanor, which debars any thought of cunning or reserve. To say that a person is affable, is one of the greatest praises that can be bestowed on his manner or conversation. Is it not strange, then, that most of us are so horribly shocked at anything like an expression of individual opinion or feeling in a writer? Yet is this one of the commonest criticisms you shall hear passed on an author of original genius, who evinces in his writings any marks of a communicative disposition. 'Tis from a deep-rooted self-love; we hate to hear a man talking of himself—arising from the feeling of our own deficiency in having done nothing about which we can talk ourselves.

The introduction of personal character into literary composition, is an original feature in modern literature. Casual allusions to themselves and their works are, to be sure, not infrequent in Horace and Cicero; but nothing of that free and undisguised self-anatomy which we find in the works of such men as Montaigne, Rousseau, and Hazlitt.

The imitators of the ancients shrunk from any such confession as humiliating and undignified, with a sickly tastefulness more congenial to the schoolgirl than to the healthy intellect of a man.

The great charm of this marked personality lies in the intimate