tide, under the command of one Richard ap Walwyn, waited till it had risen to its full height, thus cutting off all means of retreat to the island for the English, and rushing down upon them from the mountains, drove them back into the sea; and the greater part of the army, with the exception of Lord Latimer, who escaped on horseback over the bridge, perished by drowning. This check to Edward's invasion revived the fallen hopes of the Welsh, whose spirits rose, and whose long-cherished veneration for the prophecies of Merlin, led them to hope that Llewelyn might yet fulfil one that had promised to his sceptre dominion over the whole empire of Britain, once wielded, as they believed, by its founder, Brutus. The Welsh were also encouraged in the hopes of success by the wild prophecy of a soothsayer, who predicted that Llewelyn would ride crowned through Cheapside. This repulse forced Edward to retire to Rhuddlan, where he made the most extensive preparations for fresh encroachments into Wales. The Welsh, fired with enthusiasm, urged Llewelyn to prosecute the war with intrepidity; and Llewelyn, leaving David D in possession to guard Snowdonia, descended into Cardigan, where he and his brave followers harassed the English lords by a series of successful ravages. The career of this brave prince was now approaching its close, and his end was destined to be brought about by an act of the greatest possible treachery. One day, leaving the greater part of his army on the top of a high mountain overlooking the waters of the Wye, he descended into the valley, only accompanied by one squire. He had appointed a place that he considered quite secure as doubtless it might have been, but that it had been betrayed to the English-to confer with some lords of the district. These very lords had betrayed him. Llewelyn had posted a body of Welsh on a bridge over the river Wye, called Pont Oreadyn, and thinking no sudden attack could be made, had gone unarmed into the valley. While he had set forth in security, a party of English attacked the Welsh on this bridge, who fought valiantly until the English, hearing that there was a ford over the river, crossed the Wye, and by attacking the mountaineers on the other side, their weaker point, forced them to abandon the bridge. In the meantime, when informed by his squire that the enemy had attacked his troops, Llewelyn was still undaunted, and trusted that their superior courage would soon repulse the enemy. Finding, however, that the English were streaming over the river into the valley, he endeavoured to regain his ⚫ little force on the mountain, who, drawn up in battle array, awaited his return. The English army were ascending the mountain side to attack this band, when a straggler, named Adam de Francton, seeing that the prince was Welsh, attacked and severely wounded him, yet was ignorant of his rank. This Englishman then joined his own people. The valiant Welsh, gazing from the mountain top, saw with horror that their beloved chief was lying wounded on the ground; but they fought with energy and zeal, till at length, overcome by superior numbers, they gave way, leaving a third of their number dead on the field of battle. This was on the 10th December 1281. In the meantime, tended only by a white friar, who was passing by, the last of the Welsh princes slowly expired upon the ground. When Adam de Francton came back after the action, to his great joy he recognised in his slain foe the Prince of Wales. Llewelyn's privy seal and several papers found on his person, all confirmed the conviction that the body was really that of the prince. His head was cut off and sent off to Edward, then residing at Conway Abbey; and thus died the last native Prince of Wales, after a reign of thirty-six years, leaving only one child, a daughter. Even burial was denied to the mangled remains of one for whom unceasing tears were shed, whilst useless lamentations arose throughout unhappy Cambria. You remember that I mentioned that the Welsh people firmly believed in an old prophecy of Merlin's, to the effect that the time would come when Llewelyn would one day wear the crown of Brutus, and ride through Cheapside, with a silver diadem on his head. So determined was Edward to cast ridicule on |