{00y} Robert Wynne of Gesail-gyfarch, Barr.-at-law.  Ob. s. p. 1685.

{00z} Humphrey.  Born 1648.  Dean of Bangor, 1680, Bishop 1689.  Bishop of Hereford, 1701.  Died 1712.

{000a} Elizabeth, daughter of Dr. Morgan Bishop of Bangor 1678, son of Rd.  Morgan, M.P. for Montgomery Boroughs.

{000b} John Llwyd of Penylan, Barr.-at-law, son of Dr. W. Lloyd, Bishop of Norwich, deprived in 1691 as one of the Nonjurors.

{0a} “A Catalogue of Graduates in the University of Oxford between 1659 and 1850” contains the following entry:  —­“Wynne (Ellis) Jes.  Ba., Oct. 14, 1718, Ma., June 13, 1722.”  But one can hardly suppose this to have been the Bardd Cwsr, as in 1718 he would be 47 years of age.

{0b} The following entries are taken from the register at Llanfair-juxta-Harlech:  —­“Elizaeus Wynne Generosus de Lasynys et Lowria Lloyd de Havod-lwyfog in agro Arvonensi in matrimonio conjuncti fuere decimo quarto die Feb. 1702.”

{0c} “Elizaeus Wynne junr. de Lasynys sepultus est decimo die Octobris A.D. 1732.”

{0d} “Owenus Edwards cler. nuper Rector hums ecclesiae sepultus est tricesimo die Maii A.D. 1711.” (From the Llanfair parish register.)

{0e} “Lowria Uxor Elizaei Wynne cler. de Lasynys vigesimo quarto die Augti. sepulta est Ano.  Dom. 1720.”

“Elizaeus Wynne Cler. nuper Rector dignissimus huius ecclesiae sepultus est 17mo. die Julii 1734.” (From the parish register at Llanfair.)

{0f} “The Visions of the Sleeping Bard.  First Part.  Printed in London by E. Powell for the Author, 1703,”

{1a} The opening lines.—­Ellis Wynne opens his vision as so many early English poets are wont, with a description of the season when, and the circumstances under which he fell asleep.  Compare especially Langland’s Visions, prologus: 

In a somer seson whan soft was the sonne
I went wyde in this world wondres to here,
Ac on a May mornynge on Malvern hulles
Me befel a ferly of fairy me thoughte,
I was wery forwandred and went me to reste
Under a brode bank bi a bornes side
And as I lay and leued and loked in the wateres
I slombred in a slepyng it sweyved so merye.

{1b} One of the mountains.—­The scene these opening lines describe was one with which the Bard was perfectly familiar.  He had often climbed the slopes of the Vale of Ardudwy to view the glorious panorama around him from Bardsey Isle to Strumble Head, the whole length of rock-bound coast lay before him, while behind was the Snowdonian range, from Snowdon itself to Cader Idris; and often, no doubt, he had watched the sun sinking “far away over the Irish Sea, and reaching his western ramparts” beyond the Wicklow Hills.

{1c} Master Sleep.—­Cp.: 

Such sleepy dulness in that instant weigh’d
My senses down.

—­Dante:  Inf.  C.I. (Cary’s trans.)

Now leaden slumber with life’s strength doth fight.