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[FOR THE GUARDIAN."] TA'FFYLAN'Y. a Hegeulr of RteU. [A few miles from Cardiff is a well of warm water which constantly bubbles up from the bed of the River TAFF. It is much in repute for its medicinal virtues, and resorted to by great numbers of invalids from all parts of the Principality.] Where the^TafPs translucent waters Wander on with rapid How, One of Cambria's plaid-clad daughters, When the sun was sinking low, Sat, and sang a mournful ditty, Sat, and sang she all alone, "Whilst the waters, as in pity, Took a sympathetic tone. False Llewellyn, falsc Llcwelhn" Was the burthen of her song- Anguish seemed her bosom swelling As the strain was home along; 'Twas good truth! a sight to melt one, —Those sweet eyes of tears so full, Through loves pangs—(Who never felt one) Eyes 'twere pity tears should dull. Far behind the mountain's hoary, Sank the God of light, and soon, Following in his path of glory, Star attended, rose the moon Paler seemed the love-lorn maiden, Faster fell her glittering tears, When a Sylph-like form arrayed in White, came on her unawares. "Ta'ffylan'y! Ta'ffylan'y!" (So was called the Cambrian maid,) Cease your sorrows-If I can I Wilt afford you peace and aid Cease now—in my secret dwelling, I've been listening to your plaint, All about young Pryce Llewellyn, 'Tis enough to vex a Saint! With ap Rice, ap Shenkin Morgan's Daughter, he has made a match But he'll quickly find his bargain, After all, is no great catch Old ap Rice's gold attracts him, Not his daughter Gwenny's eyes; And already has he packed him Self off with his bride and prize." Is he wed? gasped Ta'ffylan'y, Never heed, the Fairy said, I'll be down on him," Alaiiiii.* Hard shall be the false one's bed Little shall be worth his having That he gets from Morgan's house, Every horse shall have the spavin. And the murrain take his cows! Crops shall fail and barns shall perish, All his children shall be plain, Gwenny, whom he vows to cherish, Soon shall in the grave be lain; TTpon all shall lie a ban, I Will the plague be of his life- Then, perhaps, sighed Ta'ffylan'y, He will want a second wife. Higher as the moon was climbing, Lighter grew the damsel's grief, For she saw (believe my rhyme in) In the Future some relief; Slumber maiden!" said the Fairy, As she touched her with her wand, I am off, in pinion's airy, To my own enchanted land. O'er the mead a chariot's rumbling, (To your mortal sense unknown,) I can hear—so to a bundling,"t Little matter of my own I must go, a Fay expects me- Fairest he in all the ring If I'm late, and he rejects me, I shall sigh, like you, poor thing! In a green and cool pavilion, By broad fern-leaves, arched o'er, Where all azure and vermillion, Gleams the moss enwoven floor- Where the glow-worm in a prison Of the Harebell, swinging free, Lights the place, he waits for his'n," That, sweet Ta'ffylan'y's me." Swiftly on her gauzy pinions, Off the friendly Fairy flew, To those radiant calm dominions, Whose bright stars are purest dew— Ta'ffylan'y forced by magic, Slumbered near the murmuring stream, Where she had a very tragic Story told her in her dream. Of that vague, mysterious vision, Nought did e'er her tongue rehearse; But the maiden's sad condition, When she woke, was worse and wois?;" Chill night-dews were on her streaming, Vapours wreathing her about, ::> Did their work, whilst she was dreaming, And she caught Rheumatic Gout. As the morning-star comes peeping O'er the hill the maiden spies, By her side, a fair one weeping, Crystal tears from azure eyes,— Grief her snowy breast was swelling, Fay's, like men, are false,' she cried, Whilst the glistening tear-drops fell in Streams by Ta'ffylan'y's side, fill they filled a pebbly basin— Bathe therein,' the Fairy said, And each pain, will go away soon, From your throbbing heart and held- Fare-thee-well! the light that's breaking, Warns me-try my magic spell, 0 And poor Ta'ffylan'y, shaking, Plunged into the wondrous well. Ta'ffylan'y feels no longer, Pang of heart or pain of limb, Every moment she grows stronger, Whilst she takes her tepid swim Now, with footsteps light to smother Every sound her home about, Hies she, for her anxious mother, Never dreams her child is out. Pryce Llewellyn lost his cattle, Wife and children drooped and died, On his last cob left, and that ill, Rode he to the river side, There a fairy form assured him, Gold alone would never do, And his false love lost, adjured him, To "try on" again the true. Pryce Llewellyn soon was seated Close to Ta'ffylan'y's side, And all matters now completed, She was Pryce Llewellyn's bride Children came, of course, in plenty, Oft was heard their cheerful laugh, As they danced (there once were twenty Capering round the Well of Taff). Very near the Taff Yale Railway, Bubbles still the Healing well, Trains go to it, three times daily, Fares, the railway clerks can tell; Have you Gout or Rheumatism, Try the might of fairy spell- Take a sixpenny baptism In the waters of TafPs Well. Stitch, sciatica, lumbago, In that hurdledt well are lost- You may a much longer way go, At a larger rate of'cost— Such the tale in Taffs fair valley, Moonlit maids at night who go See the Fairy's mystic ballet, Hear their music soft and low. NEMO. O-Alanni or Alanna is said to be Irish but the Fairy might have been an Irish importation for all we know; and so av coorse." used her own term of endear uent. f The practice of" Bundling," or courting in bed, is even now common in Wales; and, as may he supposed, it imposes many burdens on the parishes. The supporters of this immoral custom assert, that it is not immodest! f Taff's Well is surrounded by a few straw hurdles, to one of -which is attached a pole, on which, whilst men are bathing, is mounted a hat; a bonnet on the same, denotes that ladies are having a dip, and warns any pryiug Act--on to keep at a respectful distance.


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