Awdlau was read. Some of them were highly praised—enough praise to awaken the curiosity of all to know who was to win the chair. When the nom de plume of the best composition was called, a small, delicate, simple young man rose up. Not one tenth of the audience knew him, and those who did know him hardly believed that he was the victor, so high was the expectation of seeing one of the old poetical giants occupying the National Ohair. But the boy came forward, and when those who knew him personally saw him, they gave such a tremendous shout that made the rocks of Pen y Gogarth echo their plaudits. And I also spared not my lungs when I saw my Risiart Ddu o Wynedd claiming the chair. This was the most genteel Chairing I ever witnessed after the Aberffraw Eisteddfod. Though it was clear to all that the poet was under great mental strain, he went through the ceremony of Chairing like a gentleman, elegantly and decorously. After he was chaired, he was called upon to address the audience, and though his face was white, his limbs trembling, his voice weak, his excitement deep, he spoke with perfect self possession, and to me " sweeter than honey and the honey comb " was to hear one of the leading patronesses of Welsh literature, though her- self English, Mrs. Davies of Cheltenham, whispering in my ear—' What a thorough gentleman!'
We were present ourselves at the Llandudno Eisteddfod, and heartily endorse the above graphic description of the Chair day. As another letter to the "Herald Cymraeg," after the death of Risiart Ddu, mentions his Chairing at Llandudno, we insert a translation of a portion of it here:—" Risiart Ddu was known in Wales as a very industrious and ingenious poet and writer, and was respected by all his
