CHAPTER XIII.—Recapitulation.
A FEW words in recapitulation. Physically, Risiart Ddu had a small, delicate, beautiful, and, barring his lameness, very symmetrical body. He was of very line grain, Risiart Ddu had a good face—fair to look at. The English word face is a poor, weak word in comparison with the splendid Welsh word gwyneb. Gwŷn in Welsh means passion; and the word gwyneb means the expression of the passions (gwŷn ebydd). Our face tells the tale of our lives. Our eyes are the windows to the inside of the house. Whatever thoughts or passions men indulge in for a number of years, can be read on their countenance. How easy it is to know a graduate of the saloon! His diploma is printed hi red ink on his nose.
In his portrait, taken with his sister Emily, when a boy at Plas Llanychan, Risiart Ddu has a most—angelic expression on his face—the very essence of spirituality. It reminds one of Burns and of Byron, but more spiritual-minded than either of them. He had light complexion, yellow hair, most beautiful blue eyes which clearly expressed the innocent, honorable, pure, and poetical soul within. His forehead was high and full; his nose, mouth, and chin rather small than strong. He possessed a very expressive and spiritual face. Generally he looked cheerful and happy—the natural expression of deep tranquility emanating from inward peace with God. But when thoroughly aroused those deep blue eyes would be converted to electric batteries, flashing lightning; and on those frowning eyebrows hung the blackest
