Extreme ugliness has once proved as advantageous to its possessor as
extreme beauty, if there be truth in those Triads wherein the Three
Men are recorded who escaped from the battle of Camlan. They were
Morvran ab Teged, in consequence of being so ugly, that every body
thinking him to be a Demon out of Hell fled from him; Sandde
Bryd-Angel, or Angel-aspect, in consequence of being so fine of form,
so beautiful and fair, that no one raised a hand against him—for he
was thought to be an Angel from Heaven: and Glewlwyd Gavaelvawr, or
Great-grasp (King Arthur's porter) from his size and strength, so that
none stood in his way, and every body ran before him; excepting these
three, none escaped, from Camlan,—that fatal field where King Arthur
fell with all his chivalry.
That painter of great but insane genius, William Blake, of whom Allan
Cunningham has written so interesting a memoir, took this Triad for
the subject of a picture, which he called the Ancient Britons. It was
one of his worst pictures,—which is saying much; and he has
illustrated it with one of the most curious commentaries in his very
curious and very rare descriptive Catalogue of his own Pictures.
It begins with a translation from the Welsh, supplied to him no doubt
by that good simple-hearted, Welsh-headed man, William Owen, whose
memory is the great store-house of all Cymric tradition and lore of
every kind.
“In the last battle of King Arthur only Three Britons escaped; these
were the Strongest Man, the Beautifullest Man, and the Ugliest Man.
These Three marched through the field unsubdued as Gods; and the Sun
of Britain set, but shall arise again with tenfold splendour, when
Arthur shall awake from sleep, and resume his dominion over earth and
ocean.
“The three general classes of men,” says the painter, “who are
represented by the most Beautiful, the most Strong, and the most Ugly,
could not be represented by any historical facts but those of our own
countrymen, the Ancient Britons, without violating costumes. The
Britons (say historians) were naked civilised men, learned, studious,
abstruse in thought and contemplation; naked, simple, plain in their
acts and manners; wiser than after ages. They were overwhelmed by
brutal arms, all but a small remnant. Strength, Beauty and Ugliness
escaped the wreck, and remain for ever unsubdued, age after age.
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