𝕷𝖑𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖞𝖗 2.
At WILLIAM MORRIS.
DEAR SIR,
NAGE, Fy Anwyl Gydwladwr,—dilediaith! a ddylaswn ddywedyd, eithr os chwi a'm hesgusoda am hyn o dro, chwi a gewch o Gymraeg y tro nesaf.
Yours of the 27th ult. I must own. I am exceedingly ashamed of my poor performance; as to the printing of it, it is to me indifferent; I am no way fond or ambitious of appearing in print and commencing author, for now (thank God) I have no vanity to be gratified by so doing, and if ever I had, my own sense, as I grew up, overpowered and mortified it; and this troublesome world (with my narrow circumstances in it) has now effectually killed it, root and branch. However, if Mr. Ellis and you think it will do any good (besides gratifying men's curiosities and affording matter for criticism) I shall willingly comply with your desire. If it will be printed, I like your method well enough, I mean of putting the Scripture proofs in the margin. I am sorry I cannot send it you so prepared at this time; the reason why is that Mr. Lewis Morris was pleased to favour it with an examination, and marked out some few slips in it as to the poetry, which I have since endeavoured to correct, but with what success, I have not yet heard; and I am not willing that any thing of mine should be made public without the consent and approbation of my tutor. I thought once to have deferred answering yours till I had heard from your brother, but a post or two is no very great loss of time, tho' the worst to be feared is that franks are scarce in Anglesey. Half a sheet of paper such as the ballad is printed on, would contain almost twice as many lines as the Cywydd consists of, and perhaps (if God enables me, and the world allows me time) I may make something that may be thought at leest equal to Cywydd y Farn. If I had time to spare, my chief desire is to attempt something in Epic Poetry; but the shortness
