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 Mount Snowdon: I saw white and grey clouds, I even felt them beneath my shirt. It is not exactly ugly to look at, because it is white, but it is not exceedingly varied. Nevertheless, it was vouchsafed to me to behold Lliwedd and Moel Offrwn and Cwm y-Llan and Llyn Ffynnon Gwas and Crib-y-ddysgyl; and tell me, are these beautiful names not worth a little fogginess, tempest, cold and cloud?

As regards the language of the Welsh, it is rather unintelligible, and, as my learned friend explained to me, also complicated; for example, the word for father is sometimes “dad,” sometimes “tad” and sometimes