It would be worth living if it were only to gain the best wishes and affection of one so pure as Risiart Ddu o Wynedd. It is worth suffering a few blows, whether a person deserves them or not."
I already mentioned his tenacity of life. The above letter shows it was not fear of death. In a letter I received from his brother John, I find the following phrases:—" By this time his health was failing fast, despite all efforts; yet he fought courageously for life. He took medicine, went out every day, and ex- pected surely to go to Florida the coming spring with Mr. and Mrs. Elias Williams, Welsh Prairie, who kindly visited him a few weeks before his death."
Mr. & Mrs. Williams's recollection of that visit is a mixture of solemn longing and tender comfort. They never tire of speaking of him. I have seen Mrs. Williams weeping copiously when mentioning that visit, and relating some of the sayings of our afflicted friend. One time he made Mrs. Williams a present of his book, the "Blaenffrwyth," and in so doing opened it and turned to his solemn song to the Graveyard, putting his thin finger on the last stanza, saying—" This stanza will soon be verified." This is the stanza:—
"Buan bydd fy oes yn darfod,
Buan, buan daw y dydd
Caf fy rhoddi yn y beddrod—
Yn y fynwent dawel, brudd;
Hwyrach y gwna ffrynd wrth deithio
Edrych ar fy medd yn gu,
Ac fe ddywed wrth fyn'd heibio,
"Dyma feddrod Risiart Ddu "
