On our way to Penmorva and Tremadoc, pass by Stumllyn, formerly the seat of the Wynnes, now the property of — Jones, Esq. of Machynlleth. Several Antiquities are scattered over this part of the County; near Dolbenmaen, is a large Mount, on which might have been, as Mr. Rowlands conjectures, a Watch Tower. Near Ystum Cegid are three _Cromlechs_, joining to each other, possibly memorials of three Chieftains slain on the spot. And near _Clenenney_, on _Bwlch_ Craig Wenn, is a fine Druidical Circle, consisting, at present, of thirty-eight stones; at a mile’s distance and within sight of this, above _Penmorva_, is another. On Llysdin Farm, were lately discovered, some small Urns, containing human bones and ashes. Not far distant from hence, in the Parish of Llanfihangel y Pennant, is BRYNKIR, once the seat of a family of that name, now the property of J. Huddart, Esq. at present Sheriff for this County; Lord Lyttleton, whose Letters from Wales are well known, and were published at the end of Bingley’s first Tour, remained here for several days, on a visit to one of the Brynkirs, and during his stay ascended Moel Hedog, which divides this Country from the Vale of Bethgelert. The present proprietor has built a new house here, and made other great improvements. In remote days, this part of Eifionydd was possessed by two Clans, one descended from _Owen Gwywedd_, Prince of North Wales, and consisted of the houses of _Cessail Gyfarch_, _Ystum Cegid Clenenney_, _Brynker_ and _Glasfryn_, or _Cwmystrallyn_; the other was derived from _Collwyn ap Tangno_, and consisted of the houses of _Chwilog_, _Bron y Foel_, _Berkin_, _Gwynfryn_, _Tal Hen bont_, (now Plas Hen) and _Pennardd_.—The feuds of these two parties filled the land with blood. The history of our Country, during that period, is the History of revenge, perfidy, and slaughter. This consideration induced _Meredith ap Jevan_, ancestor of the Wynne’s of Gwydir, to quit this his paternal country—“I had rather,” says he, “fight with out-laws and thieves, than with my own blood and kindred;—If I live in my own house, in Efionydd, I must either kill my own kindred, or be killed by them.” There was not a house in the hundred, as Mr. Pennant observes, that had not its dreadful tale,—they would quarrel, says Sir John Wynne, if it was but for the mastery of the country, and the first good morrow; John Owen ap John ap Meredydd, and Howel ap Madoc Vychan fell out for no other reason: Howel and his people fought valiantly,—when he fell, his mother placed her hand on his head, to prevent the fatal blow, and had half her hand and three of her fingers cut off by some of her nearest kindred. An attempt was made to kill Howel ap Rhys, in his own house, by the sons of John ap Meredith, for no other reason but that their servants had quarrelled about a Fishery; they first set fire to the Mansion, with great bundles of straw,—the besieged, terrified with the flames, sheltered themselves under forms and benches,