James Owen of Penrhos

and his descendants

A tribute

Another personal recollection from his obituary in the Montgomeryshire Collections vol xxxi stated:

The same zeal for religious instruction as the groundwork of a good Christian life, the same love for children, the same consideration for others and abnegation of self, the same honesty of purpose and straightforwardness of character which had marked his past, continued to mark all his ministrations at Llanyblodwel. And it was with reluctance and pain that he came and told the writer that his health and powers were so breaking down that he could no longer go on doing what he had been doing, unless he received the help of a Curate; and though application was made at once to the Ecclesiastical Commissioners as Rectors of the Parish on his behalf, it was too late for this year’s distribution; and before that answer was announced to him he had passed away. He seems, indeed to have had a presentment that his end was not far off: his last text on the preceding Sunday was Deut. iv. 22, I must die in this land; I must not go over Jordan; and at his last appearance, which was at the R.S. for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, on the evening before his death, he ended a short speech with a stanza singularly appropriate to his own practice and inculcation:

Small service is true service while it lasts,
Of friends, however humble, scorn is not one;
The daisy by the shadow that it casts
Protects the lingering dewdrops from the sun.

And when the end came, he was literally fulfilling a premonition he had made to his brother, I shall drop at my work.