JOLO GOLCH, the Mountain Bard, as he is called, is the author of feveral worthy Welch airs, which are much admired by his countrymen. The following is his Legend, which is pretty generally credited, however improbable it may appear to the unbiaffed reader.

came in practice I took feveral W rocks brow fits, caring

with enthufiaftic fire the quivering tower the eagle flew-there fhe had
ftrings of the vibrating harp? Who built ber neft-and there her unfledg
is he that to the woods and waters ed young croaked for the welcome
Lings his patriotic lay, while his loofe food. But that all-powerful caufe
garments o'er his fhoulders flying,, who prefides over human actions,
filled, like a fail by the wind, gives came to the affiftance of this infant,
his cold body to the cutting blaft? Red and placed a mother's feelings within
is his hard cheek-white as the fnow the eagle's breaft: fhe fheltered it with
his beard and lock, that winnow in her young-ftilled its feeble cries-
the wind-athletic are his limbs and roamed for food to nurture it.
he's like to the fturdy oak, in the
winter of his age-flow in his decay,
and ftill retaining fome of the former
fire of his youth.

Oh you know not the Bard of the Mountain-have you not heard his foft melodious lays, his ruftic fong, or invocation to his countrymen? It is the patriotic Jolo Golch whom you obferve; who, in the fierce flaughter of his countrymen, alone furviving, did defy the foe, and fingly faced them. But liften :-More pangs a mother never knew than did the mother who gave him birth. In you dismantled hut was he born, the only offspring of an humble but contented fire. His mother, whofe occupation was to till the fertile field, was used to girth young Jolo to her back, and fo purfue her avocation. The child feldom cried; and, in the leafing time, the laid him on a rick of corn, while fhe would form her wheaten fheaf with heart of merry glee.

One fultry day, young Jolo being difpofed of as juft before obferved, and the mother ar fome diftance off, collecting together the fcattered ears that from the team had fallen, or by the fickle had been neglected, while the bufy countrymen were gathered round the coftril of cooling ale, a monftrous eagle efpying the infant, alighted, and bore him away.

Diftracted, the wretched mother viewed her infant, and Heaven implored. Higher the eagle foared, until it difappeared, and young Jolo's fcreams were heard no more. To the battlements of yon Roman

Five years on yonder tower's top the infant drew its breath, beneath the maternal eagle's wing; the young were fledged and fled, and Jolo alone was now her only care. O'er him fhe'd fit, and brood, and watch his little limbs expand with the tenderest affection: and now the boy would creep from out the neft, and o'er the moffy ftones trail his tender limbs. It was in the September month, when the fultry day is closed with the angry ftorm, the Roman tower on which the eagle's neft was built, toppled, and part of it, cleft by the form, fell with horrible noife. Wildly the infant fcreamed, and clofer to her breaft the maternal eagle drew him: but the fierce tempeft ftill continuing, threatened the total annihilation of the tower, and once more foaring to the heavens with young Jolo in her em brace, the flapped her wings, and cut through the foggy air. Long time fhe few, fearful of her care, until the ftorm had entirely fubfided. Some fishermen obferved her, as fhe flew with her burthen, almof exhausted; and feeing her in their power, fhot her in the breaft-the dropped and expired in the lake. She was taken up by them, who were much aftonifhed to find in her embrace a child unhurt. One, mote humane than the reft, felt defirous to preferve the life of the child, and took it home to his wife, who was not. a little furprifed to find that it could not put its feet to the ground. All poffible care was taken of it-it was taught to fpeak, to walk, to read, &c. The mother of Jolo difcovered her

infant about two years after, by paffing the cottage where it was reared, and obferving the model of a harp on his breaft. Conceive a mother's jay-a mother's rapture-in once more clafping to her bofom her long loft child with what fond affection the preffed him to her heart!

when the English monarch, the beardlefs Edward, whofe great ob ject was to fubjugate and opprefs the fifter kingdom, advanced his thoufand warriors to our native mountains, and with fire and fword prepared to defolate our land.. In the deep receffes of Snowdon lay the Britons, armed . In the Snowdon mountains dwelt a for the conflict, and refolved to perith bardie band, whofe cuftoms nearly or conquer in the defence of their approached the druidic order, but native rights. Jolo exhorted them divefted of the barbarisms and gothic to the fight his infpiring voice idolatries; with thefe young Jolo arouzed the rage of lions in their

breafts, and proudly waved the Britifh banners on the top of every moun tain, threatening and defying the English to the combat.

rufh not, as you were wont to do, like a wild band upon their fwords, but, collected, receive them-breaknot your ranks, but firmly cemented together, oppofe their shield-piercing arrows. Forget not that for your homes, your wives, your children, and your liberty, the fword is raifed."

would affociate, and join in their patriotic fong. Lively was his imagination-ftrong and bold his thought -fmooth and flowing were his verfe, extempore compofed-and Countrymen and foldiers !' cried foon was he elected the chief of the the chief bard of the mountains, Snowdon bards. But when rude boldly determine to renounce your war reared high her blood-ftained lives with your liberties-prote& crest, an inactive life fuited not with thofe rights and privileges which your Jolo's fire: afide he laid the harp, forefathers have enjoyed, and which and fought the noify field. In bloo- from you your children thould inhedy ftrife, he yielded not to the ftouteft rit. When the brazen trumpet of of the foe; but at laft, a prifoner the enemy founds through the vallies, he was taken, and to London fent, Not long did a prifon captive keep the chief-his active mind found means to elude the vigilance of the guard, and he efcaped. To Snowdon he thaped his flight, and gained fubfiftence by finging ballads to the village maid at the cottage door love was his theme-of virtuous maids and faithless men. Melancholy was his tale-pleafing was the plaintive air he fung, melting hearts, and drawing fighs from the bofom of the love-fick virgin. The Snowdon bards welcomed his return with unfeigned joy, and once more nominated him their chief. Never again he fwore to engage in broils, but with his voice vowed to rouze the warlike fire in the hearts of his countrymen to infpire them, with defcanting on the bleffings of libertyand to tell them what they had to fear if ever they became the flaves of the foe of Wales.

A thousand huzzas echoed among the hills-women and children mingled among the ranks and upon the plains-beneath the mountain was fpread a rich repaft, at which the leader of the British troops prefided, with the bards, drinking healths and fuccefs to their arms. Siniling the next morning appeared: at a diftance founded the trumpet of the enemy, and the ftout-hearted Britons took the field. Around the mountain's brow the bards were fcattered, invoking Heaven for the fuccefs of their arms. The English were at firft ftaggered with fo noble and frange a fight, and they gave ground upon the first attack of the Britons, who drove

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