And now the blue and distant shore I hail,

And nearer now I see the port expand,

And now I gladly furl my weary sail,

And, as the prow light touches on the strand,

I strike my red-cross flag, and bind my skiff to land.

THE END.

NOTES.

NOTES ON THE INTRODUCTION.

Note I.

And Cattraeth's vales with voice of triumph rung, And mystic Merlin harped, and grey-hair'd Llywarch sung.-St. IV. p. 5.

This locality may startle those readers who do not recollect, that much of the ancient poetry, preserved in Wales, refers less to the history of the principality to which that name is now limited, than to events which happened in the North-west of England and South-west of Scotland, where the Britons for a long time made a stand against the Saxons. The battle of Cat