By Berwen Banks

"By Berwen's banks the storm rose high,

The swollen river rushing by!

Beneath its waves my love was drowned

And on its banks my love was found!"

"Good-night to you," he said. "I hope I have not frightened you by so

persistently trying to catch you."

"Good-night," said the girl. "Yes, indeed, you have, whatever, because

I am not used to be out in the night. The rabbits have frightened me

too, they are looking so large in this light."

"I am sorry. It is very brave of you to walk all the way from Caer

Madoc alone."

"To Abersethin it is not so far," said the girl.

"Do you live at Abersethin?"

"Yes, not far off; round the edge of the cliffs, under Moel Hiraethog."

"Oh! I know," said Cardo; "the mill in the valley?"