During the 19th century there lived in Denbigh a dissenting minister by the name of Thomas Baddy, a man of good standing and fiery conviction. One evening he was sat in his study, working on a sermon of particular power, to preach to a congregation that he feared was beginning to stray from a righteous path. He was pleased with his work, for the words written fairly burned from the page.
As he read back his words, he heard a high pitched cackle behind him; a cackle that ended in a child-like giggle that made the hairs on the back of Baddy’s neck prickle. Of course, the minister was quick to identify the presence as Satan himself, come to mock his worthy efforts. With utter disdain, Baddy refused even to turn to face his nemesis, but instead took up a sheet of paper, dipped his quill into the well of ink, and wrote:
‘Yr hwn sydd yn gwneuthur pechod, o ddiafol; ar gyfer yr pechu diafol o'r cychwyn. At y diben hwn Mab Duw a eglurhawyd, fel y difrodai efe gweithredoedd y diafol.’
1st John 3:8
Reverend Baddy held up the piece of paper, the words of the Bible facing the origin of the laugh which immediately came to an end. The minister placed the paper on his desk, and without so much as a shudder, continued with his sermon as if confrontations with Satan in a Denbigh study were much to be expected.