ABSTRACT
I have always been much interested by the traditions which are scattered up and down North Wales relating to Owen Glendower 1 (Owain Glendwr is the national spelling of the name), and I fully enter into the feeling which makes the Welsh peasant still look upon him as the hero of his country. There was great joy among many of the inhabitants of the principality, when the subject of the Welsh prize poem at Oxford, 2 some fifteen or sixteen years ago, was announced to be ‘Owain Glendwr.’ It was the most proudly national subject that had been given for years.
