|Poet, Harpist writer|
|Thomas Dafydd Llewelyn was born at the Mount Pleasant Inn Trecynon, son of Dafydd Llewelyn and landlord of the Mount Pleasant Inn in Trecynon. At the age of eight he was good harp player, he then into the pits at an early age. At the age of twenty-three he took up music, poetry and literature as a full time occupation. He had some patronage from Lady Charlotte Guest who loved traditional music and legend.
Thomas Llewelyn is also mentioned in books as the retained harpist of Henry Austin Bruce.
In later years he followed in his father’s footsteps and became a landlord of the Welsh Harp in Mountain Ash where he died on the 3rd August 1879. He was also a member of the congregation of Yr Hen Dy Cwrdd Chapel in Trecynon where he is buried.
“We regret to record the death of Mr. Thomas Llewelyn (better known among the Welsh literati by the nom de plume of Llewelyn Alaw), which took place on Sunday, at Mountain Ash. The deceased bard and harpist was a native of Mill Street, Aberdare, but some 20 years ago he and his aged mother settled down at Mountain Ash, where they, until a few years past, kept the Harp Inn. Mr. Llewelyn occupied a most respectable position as a bard, and few, if any, in the Principality excelled him at the harp. Owing to his great proficiency as a harpist, he was, as might have been expected, a great favourite with Lord Aberdare’s family, and whenever anything special took place at Duffryn, Llewelyn Alaw was there with his harp. He was well versed in Welsh lore; was moat unobtrusive in his manner, but withal, a most social companion. He was 43 years of age at the time of his death, and was never married. He had been Buffering for some time from a chronic disease.”
Inscription on gravestone at Hen Dy Cwrdd Chapel
In memory of
Dafydd Llewelyn of this Parish
Who died on September 19th 1857
|Wyf argel fangre Llewelyn-Alaw
Golofn gerdd a thelyn
Gaed gyda’I gladdfa’n y Glyn
Angladd i’w gan a’I englyn
Bri ei anian oedd byw I rinwedd-bur
|I am the hidden place of Llewelyn-Alaw
A pillar of art and music;
There came with his laying in the Vale
The funeral of a fine song.
His life’s delight was virtue-a true
|Poem written by Nathan Dyfed|