NOTES

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ELLIS WYNNE’S PEDIGREE

William Wynne of Glyn [Cywarch]. Sheriff of Merioneth 1618 & 1637. D. 1658. 12th in direct male descent from Osborn Wyddel = Catherine, daughter of William Lewis Anwyl of Park. Died 1638. Child: Ellis Wynne [1], 3rd son who probably lived at Maes-y-garnedd, Llanbedr.

Ellis Wynne [1] = Lowri, only daughter and heiress of Ed. Jones of Maes-y-garnedd, eldest borther of Col. Jones, Cromwell’s brother-in-law who was executed in 1660 as a regicide. Children: Edward Wynne [1]

Edward Wynne [1] = . . . heiress of Glasynys. Children: daughter; Ellis Wynne [2].

Ellis Wynne [2] = Lowri Llwyd of Hafod-lwyfog Beddgelert. Children: William [1] Rector of Llanaber; Ellis, died 1752; Catherine, died young; Edward [1], Rector of Penmorfa; Mary [1].

William [1] = . . . Lloyd of Trallwyn. Children: Daughter [1].

Daughter [1] = Robert Puw of Garth Maelan: Child: John Wynne Puw.

John Wynne Puw’s children: Robert and John.

Edward [1] had children: Frances; Ellis [3], Rector of Llanferres.

Ellis [3] had children: Elizabeth; Ann; Edward; John, Rector of Llandrillo; Frances; Ellis.

Mary [1] = Robert Own of Tygwyn Dolgellau.

THE RELATION BETWEEN ELLIS WYNNE & BISHOP HUMPHREYS.

Meredydd ap Evan ap Robert (11th in male descent from Owen Gwynedd). Died 1525. = Margaret, daughter of Morris ap John ap Meredydd of Clunnenau. Child: Humphrey Wynne ap Meredydd [1] of Gesail-gyfarch.

Humphrey Wynne ap Meredydd [1] = Catherine, daughter and heiress of Evan ap Griffith of Cwmbowydd. Children: John Wynne ap Humphrey [1] of Gesail-gyfarch; Evan Llwyd [1] of Hafod-lwyfog.

John Wynne ap Humphrey [1] = Catherine, daughter of William Wynne ap William of Cochwillan. Child: Robert Wynne [1] died 1637.

Robert Wynne [1] = Mary, daughter of Ellis ap Cadwaladr of Ystumllyn. Children: John Wynne [2]; Margaret, [2] succeeded to Gesail-gyfarch on her nephew’s death.

John Wynne [2] = Jane, daughter of Evan Llwyd of Dylase. Child: Robert Wynne of Gesail-gyfarch, Barr.-at-law. Ob. s. p. 1685.

Margaret [2] = Richard Humphreys of Hendref Gwenllian, Penrhyndeudraeth. Desceneded in male line from Marchweithian. An Officer in the Royal Army through Civil War. Died 1699. Children: Humphrey [1]. Born 1648. Dean of Bangor, 1680, Bishop 1689. Bishop of Hereford, 1701. Died 1712; John, died at Oxford; Catherine.

Humphrey [1] = Elizabeth, daughter of Dr. Morgan Bishop of Bangor 1678, son of Rd. Morgan, M.P. for Montgomery Boroughs. Children: Ann, ob. s. p. 1698; Margaret [1], died 1759.

Margaret [1] = John Llwyd of Penylan, Barr.-at-law, son of Dr. W. Lloyd, Bishop of Norwich, deprived in 1691 as one of the Nonjurors.

Evan Llwyd [1] = Catherine, Daughter of Griffith Wynne of Penyberth. Child: John [3]

John [3] had children: Griffith [1] and Evans.

Griffith [1] had children: William ob. s. p.; Lowri.

Lowri = Ellis Wynne.

“Elizaeus Wynne Cler. nuper Rector dignissimus huius ecclesiae sepultus est 17mo. die Julii 1734.” (From the parish register at Llanfair.)

In a somer seson whan soft was the sonne I went wyde in this world wondres to here, Ac on a May mornynge on Malvern hulles Me befel a ferly of fairy me thoughte, I was wery forwandred and went me to reste Under a brode bank bi a bornes side And as I lay and leued and loked in the wateres I slombred in a slepyng it sweyved so merye.

Such sleepy dulness in that instant weigh’d My senses down.

—Dante: Inf. C.I. (Cary’s trans.)

Now leaden slumber with life’s strength doth fight.

—Shakespere: Lucrece, 124.

So all day long the noise of battle roll’d Among the mountains by the winter sea, Until King Arthur’s table, man by man, Had fallen in Lyonness about their Lord.

—Tennyson: Morte d’Arthur.

Ut qui conducti plorant in funere dicunt et faciunt prope plora dolentibus ex animo.

—Horace: Ars Poetica, 430–1.

Qui fit, Maecenas, ut nemo, quam sibi sortem Seu ratio dederit seu fors obiecerit, illa Contentus vivat, laudet diversa sequentes?

—Horace: Sat. I. i.

—the will And high permission of all-ruling heaven Left him at large to his own dark designs, That with reiterated crimes he might Heap on himself damnation, while he sought Evil to others.

—Par. Lost: I. 211–6.

Oh thou God of Quiet! Look like thy brother, Death, so still,—so stirless— For then we are happiest, as it may be, we Are happiest of all within the realm Of thy stern, silent, and unawakening twin.

—Byron: Sardanapulus, IV.

Just in the gate and in the jaws of Hell, Revengeful cares and sullen sorrows dwell, And pale diseases and repining age— Want, fear, and famine’s unresisted rage; Here toils and death, and death’s half-brother, Sleep, Forms terrible to view, their sentry keep.

—Æneid: VI. 273–8

I think that we Shall never more, at any future time, Delight our souls with talks of knightly deeds Walking about the gardens and the halls Of Camelot, as in the days that were. I perish by this people which I made— Though Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more—but let what will be, be.

Morte carent animae; semperque priore relicta Sede, novis habitant domibus vivuntque receptae.

—Ovid: Metam. XV. 158–9.

I come To take you to the other shore across, Into eternal darkness, there to dwell In fierce heat and in ice.

—Dante: Inf. c. III. (Cary’s trans.).

The stormy blast of Hell With restless fury drives the spirits on: When they arrive before the ruinous sweep There shrieks are heard, there lamentations, moans, And blasphemies.

—Dante: Inf. c. V. (Cary’s trans.).

Thither . . . all the damned are brought . . . and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce! From beds of raging fire to starve in ice Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine Immoveable, infix’d and frozen round Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire.

—Par. Lost, II. 597–603.

—in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell; Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

—Par. Lost, I. 261–3.

Revenge, at first though sweet Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils.

—Par. Lost, IX. 171–2.

—this enterprize None shall partake with me.

—Par. Lost, II. 465.

Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition, For by this sin fell the angels.

At nos virtutes ipsas invertimus atque sincerum cupimus vas incrustare. probus quis nobiscum vivit multum demissus homo: illi tardo cognomen pingui damus. his fugit omnes insidias nullique malo latus obdit apertum pro bene sano at non incauto fictum astutumque vocamus.

—Horace: Sat. I. iii.