in his way from Anglesey. He brought me the very melancholy news of your brother William's death. I had heard it before, but could not believe it, but find since it is but too true. He was a valuable man in every respect, and, what to himself was most valuable, a good Christian.
Duw ne'n dwyn y dynion da,
Y drwg aml a drig yma,
I have composed his elegy, and send it to you as a testimony of the regard I had for the worthy deceased. I promised to let Llangwm have it to print in his next book; but you must look after him; for I find his conceit and ignorance has contrived to commit some faults even under your inspection; e.g.
Brodir gwnawd ynddi brydydd;
which, I suppose, and am almost sure, should be gnawd. This is intolerable; and I dare say he committed the blunder after you had corrected it. I gave him all my poems to publish, excepting "Ateb y Golomen," which I thought you had. I have but a very bad copy of it, hardly legible to myself, wrote with a pencil. I must look over it and mould it off anew before it can be fit to be printed. Let me hear from you, as likewise how you approve of my book, and in what forwardness it is.
I am, yours sincerely,
EVAN EVANS.
