tormentor. It was very horrible, and Morva closed the book with a
snap, but could not resist the temptation of another peep, as there was
something written beneath in Welsh, which translated ran thus:

"Here's the ugly old Boy! I tell you beware!
If you fall in his clutches there's badly you'll fare!
Look here at his picture, his claws and his tail,
If you make his acquaintance you're sure to bewail!
Hallelujah! Amen!
--GETHIN OWENS."


At the last words Morva stood aghast; this then was Gethin's terrible
crime! "Oh! there's a boy he must have been!" said the girl, clasping
her fingers as she leant over the big Bible. "Oh! dear, dear! no
wonder 'n'wncwl Ebben was so angry! I don't forget how cross he was
one day when I let the Bible fall; didn't his face alter! 'Dost
remember, girl,' he said, 'it is the Word of God!' and there's
frightened I was! Poor Gethin! 'twas hard, though, to turn him away,
for all they are such wicked words. 'Hallelujah! Amen!' Well,
indeed! the very words that 'n'wncwl Ebben says so solemn after the
sermon in Penmorien!" and she shook her head sorrowfully, "and here
they are after this song about the devil. Will would never have done
that," and she pondered a little seriously; "but poor Gethin! After
all, he was only a boy, and boys do dreadful things--but Will never
did! Mother reads her Bible plenty too, but I don't think she would
have turned me out when I was a little girl if I had made this song.
I'll tell her to-night, and see what she says about Gethin, poor
fellow."