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The History of the Parishes of Whiteford, and Holywell
Affichage du livre entier - 1796
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Page 324 - Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungered and fed thee ? or thirsty and gave thee drink ? when saw we thee a stranger and took thee in ? or naked and clothed thee ? Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee...
Page 324 - Come ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: for I was an hungred and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger and ye took me in: naked and ye clothed me: I was sick and ye visited me: I was in prison and ye came unto me.
Page 325 - He that withholdeth corn, the people shall curse him : but blessing shall be upon the head of him that selleth it.
Page 47 - A most certaine and true Relation of a strange Monster or Serpent, found in the left Ventricle of the Heart of John Pennant, Gentleman, of the Age of 21 Years.
Page 4 - In this very century, a poor cottager, who lived near the spot, had a child who grew uncommonly peevish ; the parents attributed this to the fairies, and imagined that it was a changeling. They took the child, put it in a cradle, and left it all night beneath the tree, in hopes that the tiilwydd teo or fairy family, or the fairy folk, would restore their own be102 fore morning.
Page 230 - Summer, still, a few are to be seen in the water in deep devotion up to their Chins for hours, sending up their prayers or performing a number of Evolutions round the polygonal Well, or threading the Arch between Well and Well a prescribed number of times.
Page 112 - ... tolerably entire ; its form is circular ; the inner diameter twelve feet and a half; the thickness of the walls four feet four inches. The doors, or entrances, are opposite to each other ; over each is a square funnel, like a chimney, which opens on the outside, about halfway up the building. On each side is a window. About four feet from the ground are three circular holes, lined with mortar, as is frequent in Roman buildings ; and penetrate the whole wall, for purposes now unknown.
Page 229 - After the death of that Saint, the waters were almost as sanative as those of the Pool of Bethesda : all Infirmities incident to the human body met with relief: the votive Crutches, the Barrows, and other Proofs of Cures, to this moment remain as evidences pendent over the Well.
Page 289 - Blethyn ap •TV iil'yu, made diligent search for the arms, ensigns, and pedigrees of their ancestors, the nobility and kings of the Britons. What they discovered by their pains, in any papers and records, was afterwards, by the bards, digested and put into books, and they ordained five royal tribes, (there being only three before) from whom their posterity to this day can derive themselves ; and also fifteen special tribes, of whom the gentry of North Wales are, for the most part, descended.
Page 219 - Wenefrid on a pendent projection, with the arms of England at the bottom. Numbers of fine ribs secure the arch, whose intersections are coupled with some sculpture. To this place the resort of pilgrims was formerly very great ; and though considerably diminished, there are still to be seen in the summer a few in the water in deep devotion, up to their chins for hours, sending up their prayers...