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there to uphold the eisteddfodic spirit. Mr. Maldwyn Evans was the only representative that secured a special position among the vocalists, and his rendering in the champion solo was magnificent. An unfortunate blunder -through a torn copy of music — however, marred the good performance, that the prize had to be given to a splendid songstress from the Rhondda Valley. Chelsea Boy received our united sympathies for the mistake, and the rousing reception he received from the boys when on the stage recompensed him for all mstjrtunes. "Madoc" acquitted himself worthily of a London professor, and the lucid manner with which he instructed the various and many competitors was in itself a treat, and certainly his services will often be sought to such meetings as. this in rural Wales. With such a host of London surroundings at Lampeter, to secure rest and quietude was out of the question. On the morrow we sought a quieter nook. A kind invitation to the village of Llanarth was readily accepted. Here we found a great question being discussed by every villager; fiscal policy and imperial jingoism was out of court. The good folks of Llanarth wanted to settle who should play the church organ. The churchwarden asserted that he and his wife were the proper authorities to decide such an absorbing question whilst the choir- master and bellman gravely contended that his elevated posts justified him in sitting in judge- ment on the all-important duty. The matter had to be finally taken before the Justices at Aberaeron, where the parties created a humorous turn for the amusement of the casual visitor. It was at this village we found Mr. J. T. Lewis, the popular Chancery Lane solicitor, enjoying a well earned rest in his country home, and after some hours' pleasant chat about local characters we were able to agree that such a district as Llanarth is some- what difficult to excel, either in the beauty of its location or in the number of great men that have been produced from so small an area. From here to reach the railroad at Llandyssul was a pretty fifteen miles journey. The scenery is very varied from the wooded vales of Llanarth village, over the bleak yet picturesque Banc Sion Cwilt, and down to the rugged Vale of Teify, which at this spot is unusually narrow, and closes in with such suddenness that the wide river has to assert its course through a narrow ravine that presents a very pretty scene to those in quest of the beautiful and rugged in nature. But we were two young men who had gone in search of a quiet holiday, and as soon as the local train whistled its readiness, we were once more on the way to Aberystwyth, which we reached on the morrow of the return of the London Welsh Choir. Then we were in for a quiet holiday