So much for Hu Gadarn or Hu the Mighty, whose name puts one strangely in mind of the Al Kader Hu or the Almighty He of the Arabians.
I went to see the church. The inside was very rude and plain—a rough table covered with a faded cloth served for an altar—on the right-hand side was a venerable-looking chest.
“What is there in that box?” said I to the old sexton who attended me.
“The treasure of the church, sir,” he replied in a feeble quaking voice.
“Dear me!” said I, “what does the treasure consist of?”
“You shall see, sir,” said he, and drawing a large key out of his pocket he unlocked the chest and taking out a cup of silver he put it into my hand saying:—“This is the treasure of the church, sir!”
I looked at the cup. It was tolerably large and of very chaste workmanship. Graven upon it were the following words:—
“Poculum Eclesie De LXXN Dewy Brefy 1574.”
“Do you always keep this cup in that chest?” said I.
“Yes sir! we have kept it there since the cup was given to us by de godly Queen Elizabeth.”