He was a noble poet, however: what wonderful lines, upon the whole, are those in his prophecy, in which he speaks of the Saxons and Britons, and of the result of their struggle-- "A serpent which coils, And with fury boils, From Germany coming with arm'd wings spread, Shall subdue and shall enthrall The broad Britain all, From the Lochlin ocean to Severn's bed.
"And British men Shall be captives then To strangers from Saxonia's strand; They shall praise their God, and hold Their language as of old, But except wild Wales they shall lose their land." I arrived at Wrexham, and having taken a very hearty breakfast at the principal inn, for I felt rather hungry after a morning's walk of ten miles, I walked about the town.

The town is reckoned a Welsh town, but its appearance is not Welsh--its inhabitants have neither the look nor language of Welshmen, and its name shows that it was founded by some Saxon adventurer, Wrexham being a Saxon compound, signifying the home or habitation of Rex or Rag, and identical, or nearly so, with the Wroxham of East Anglia.

It is a stirring bustling place, of much traffic, and of several thousand inhabitants.

Its most remarkable object is its church, which stands at the south-western side.

To this church, after wandering for some time about the streets, I repaired.