could hardly keep up with some of us; he lacked the requisite physical vitality. He was not considered a very brilliant student. But take the whole year, day in and day out, he studied harder than any of us. He was the most industrious and conscientious student we ever met. He was never idle for a moment. Even when he took a walk, for exercise, he almost always had a book in his hand.
His reticence was wonderful; he could keep a secret like the grave. It was almost a miracle for him to be able to compose such long poems, while a student, without his fellow-students who boarded in the same house know anything about it. Just think of three or four young men studying in the same room; some of them in and out almost every hour of the day, and their friends occasionally coming to see them. How in the world Could any of them write a long composition without the others knowing? But Risiart Ddu accomplished this. This work must have been done either in his lonely walks along unfrequented paths around Bala, or in the silence of the night while others slept. "And she that doeth most sweetly sing, sings in the dark while all things rest." We remember going into his room abruptly one time while he was busy writing; he quickly scrambled for his papers, and locked them in his drawer, and looked as innocent as a child. We thought no more of it at that time, but, when, few months afterwards, he won the Chair at the Llandudno Eisteddfod, we remembered the incident.
We never knew a young man who was so well acquainted with Welsh and English literature. And he could always turn his knowledge to good advan- tage. At an examination in English grammar there was a question on the proper uses of "shall" and
