<g>Arms</g> of Llanthony Abbey: “Party per pale azure and purpure on chevron argent, between three oak-branches argent, three marigolds proper.”--_Dugdale._ * * * * * We now close the subject of Llanthony with the late Mr. Southey’s INSCRIPTION FOR A MONUMENT IN THE VALE OF EWIAS. Here was it, Stranger, that the <g>Patron Saint</g> Of Cambria passed his age of penitence, A solitary man; and here he made His <g>Hermitage</g>; the roots his food, his drink Of Honddy’s mountain stream. Perchance thy youth Has read with eager wonder, how the <g>Knight</g> Of Wales, in Ormandine’s enchanted bower, Slept the long sleep; and if that in thy veins Flows the pure blood of Britain, sure that blood Has flowed with quicker impulse at the tale Of <g>Dafydd’s</g> deeds, when through the press of war His gallant comrades followed his green crest To conquests! Stranger! Hatterill’s mountain heights, And this fair vale of <g>Ewias</g>, and the stream Of Honddy, to thine after-thoughts will rise More grateful--thus associate with the name Of <g>Dafydd</g>, and the deeds of other days. AUTHORITIES quoted or referred to in the preceding article on Llanthony Abbey:--Dugdale’s Monasticon and Baronage, and their Commentaries--Tanner’s Notitia Monastica--Spelman’s Glossar. Archæologicum--Hist. of the Reformation--Histories of Monmouth, by Hoare, Coxe, and others--Giraldus Cambrensis--Howel’s Hystorie--Hallam’s Middle Ages--Camden’s Britannia--Speed--Hollinshed--Robert of Glo’ster--Roberts’ History of Llanthony Abbey--Thomas’ History of Owen Glendower--Collins--Notes by Correspondents, etc. [Illustration: _Usk Castle & Town._] USKE CASTLE, <g>Monmouthshire</g>. HERE still the feudal bulwark frowns, With many a tale of siege and sally; And there the mouldering Abbey crowns The silent and secluded valley. And still, when Twilight spreads her wings, By Abbey wall or Castle hoary, The pilgrim hears harmonious strings Struck to the theme of <g>Cambria’s</g> glory. Again--from yonder halls of state, Where now the hermit-owl is dwelling-- In song, assembled Bards relate The daring deeds of bold <g>Llewellyn</g>. Again from yonder Abbey choir-- Its dim religious lights revealing-- The lofty strains of <g>David’s</g> lyre From arch and pillared aisles are pealing. But no! the morning’s ruddy beam-- The breath of day--is on the river; And all that peopled Fancy’s dream Is scattered in its light for ever.