Yes, my friend, that has been already done! Thy old friend has been weeping over thy dust in the little, beautiful Soar cemetery, where, according to thy prediction, thou sleepest " by the side of thy sister Louisa."
Mr. John Edwards, R. Ddu's brother, says: " When he saw that the unavoidable hour had come, he acquiesced; and as his agonies increased, he prayed eagerly for the coming of the Lord Jesus. The night before he died, he spoke much to his sisters about death; of the communion of souls in the other world; and of what they may know there about this world. He also expressed a desire that his works be published after his death, if someone would undertake the task. Shall we not have the works of Risiart Ddu o Wynedd? It would be a blessing to the world. Only a few poets ever won so many Eisteddfodic prizes as he. His essay on Eben Vardd is one of the best, maturest, most rational, precise, and critical prose compositions I ever read.
He could versify as simple as a plebeian or a shep- herd; while he also possessed strong imagination and high culture. But time will not permit me to make any further critical remarks upon him.
A life of love was the life of the Bard. He was loved of all while he lived; his memory is loved now; and he enjoys the felicity and the essence of love: for 'God is love'
Consumption had taken hold of his delicate body, but he fought hard for life. T have never seen any one more anxious to live: not for the sake of living- only, but for the sake of working. He knew nothing
