We rode to a summer-house of Mr. Cotton, which has a very extensive
prospect; it is meanly built, and unskilfully disposed.
We went to Dymerchion Church, where the old clerk acknowledged his
Mistress. It is the parish church of Bâch y Graig. A mean fabrick: Mr.
Salusbury[1198] was buried in it. Bâch y Graig has fourteen seats
in it.
As we rode by, I looked at the house again. We saw Llannerch, a house
not mean, with a small park very well watered. There was an avenue of
oaks, which, in a foolish compliance with the present mode, has been cut
down[1199]. A few are yet standing. The owner's name is Davies.
The way lay through pleasant lanes, and overlooked a region beautifully
diversified with trees and grass[1200].
At Dymerchion Church there is English service only once a month. This is
about twenty miles from the English border.
The old clerk had great appearance of joy at the sight of his Mistress,
and foolishly said, that he was now willing to die. He had only a crown
given him by my Mistress[1201].
At Dymerchion Church the texts on the walls are in Welsh.