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Bp anb goban the Csast NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS. CARDIGANSHIRE "—There are two courses open to the promoters of the Llangeitho meeting, n.;mely, either to admit that it I was hoped to prepare the way for Mr Llewelyn Williams's candidature or to deny that there was an intention to do anything of the sort. Either course will suit me. I know exactly how matters stand. REFORMER "—Life is a much bigger thing than you seem to think. Perhaps no reform is worth anything until it has, become hereditary, or tends to heredity. STUDENT "—YOU do not expect to get clean water out of a dirty vessel, but you think you can get clean thoughts out of a dirty mind. Well, you can't. You must be as careful to have a clean mind as clean kichen utensils. It sounds ridiculous, per- haps, but it is true u INDIGXAST. You will find references to the Llangeitho meeting in the correspondence columns. The intention of the meeting is now clearly understood, and further developments will be Intelligible and inter- esting. A SWEATER. Last week, at the Thames Police Court, a man stated, through an interpreter, that he agreed to finish three hundred pairs of trousers at three half-pence per pair. The work tOOK him from Tuesday morning until Friday night. Then his employer, Morris Rosinki, the firm for whom the work was ordered, would not pay. It was stated that the trousers sold for Is 6d a pair. The magistrate made an order for Rosinki to pay £ 1 17s 6d and 6s costs. In the second case it was stated that the trousers were made for fourpence a pair. Will my friends who take interest in labour questions just try to think about this case. These trousers, which sell for eighteen pence a pair, and are made for fourpence, must give the seller a profit of twopence or threepence a pair. Nobody engaged in this trousers traffic is a peer of the realm, and these eighteenpenny trousers most likely are not worn by the aris- tocracy. The poor make them, the poor buy them, and the wholesale dealer cannot get a very large profit out of them, do as he will. This is what I see in every department of business. The consumer does not care who suffers so that he gets things at a low price. The man who earns a small wage buys trousers at eighteen pence a pair, and he says that it is no business of his whether the maker or the seller starves or not. I see quite plainly what my friends think I do not see, namely, that when the Tom Mann- Keir Hardie-Ben Tilletc sort of person get their way-if evtr they do get it—the lower sort of human beings will be squeezed out of existence by the new system there will be wholesale slaughter. hen there are no eighteenpenny trousers and no cheap lodgings and no low- priced food then the mass of the incapables will have to die as surely as if they were the victims of famine, or pestilence, or war. Higher wages have caused men not to be wanted at forty. Hundreds of thousands of them will soon not be wanted at all. It is at the bottom that the pressure is. I do not say that it will be a bad thing to slay out the incapable. That is the method of nature. What interests me is the fact that the labour leaders do not see that their process is a killing-out process that is all. I see that the increased cost of producing commodities means death-stark death—to the incapable sort. The labour leaders talk about a "living" wage. The wage they are striving for is an impossible wage for millions, who will have to die for lack of it as surely as if they were the victims of famine. In the long run the people cannot consume more than they produce. The labour leaders are seeking first of all to divide the produce of the capable with the incapable, and then to work the miracle of feeding the incapable on what they do not produce I have been working for more than fifty years, and have more than maintained my- self all the while, so I really do know some- thing about work and wages. If the labour leaders believe what they say, namely, that capital ought to be nationalized, or can be nationalized, they are fools. If they do not believe what they say they are knaves, and either way they are not good leaders for the people. WHA T LIFE MEA NS. I see as far as I have eyes to see, That life and death throughout the world are one Life is; death is, and that is all I know, But what they are I do not know one whit. Death is not more than life, or life than death. And God, as we count God, seems not to care That ill, as we count ill, should rule the world And shape its course to most malignant ends. Are they malignant? What they are who knows ? As light to darkness so is life to death. Tell me, are light and darkness one or two? If two, are they opposed? If so, say how, And let the puzzle of existence cease, While all the worlds go bounding on their way, And time adds up a million million years, And that which we call law evolves itself. I cannot tell you what life is or means. It comes unbidden and departs unasked. 'Tis like some scrap of story incomplete, Whose start and finish I have somehow missed. I live a little while and then I die, But life itself goes on from first to last, If first there was or ever can be last, Except for me within the narrow sphere Of what is vaguely called my consciousness- The power that teaches me to know I am, Without the power to measure what, or how, Or when, or where, or why, or to what goal, Or for what end or purpose, good or bad, If goal, or end, or purpose is designed. As far as I can judge life has no point, But is the sign of something else behind. And yet how precious is my life to me, Although I lavish it with spendthrift waste And fail to get its value in return. Life in the living is a dreary thing- Mere life, bare life, just life and nothing more, And yet we think that life is what we prize; And not the joys it promised but withheld, Or gave too late when zest had died away. All round me there is life I would not have. I prize my own, yet hold it little worth, Apart from what it promises to give In lavish fulness as my heart desires. Fulness—repletion—satisfied desire Are more than life a thousand times thrice told And so it comes to pass we scorn the man Who never drained life's chalice to its dregs. THE PAINS OF MARTYRDOM. The pains of martyrdom do not consist of the final burning, or hanging, or banishment, or whatever else is the end of the career that deserves the name of martyrdom. Martyrdom is a process more than an act, and the martyr's pain begins with the first setting of the face against received opinion. The first steps down the road of loneliness and misunderstanding. The first obscure re- nunciation. Long before the martyr is an object of hate, there are painful voluntary surrenders and heart-breaking farewells. There are the wrenchings assunder of old ties and relation- ships, the deliberate slaying of sweet com- munions, the silent acceptance of agonising alternatives. It is not at once, but by slow degrees that the martyr faces the darkness and learns to walk steadily with bleeding feet. You are wrong if you think that the age of martyrs is past. There are martyrs in every country and in every age. We do not know them. and even if they were pointed out to us we probably would not recognize them. The conditions that demand the martyr spirit are not peculiar to any age or any country. Sometimes the martyr is burnt in the market-place, but far oftener the final sacrifice is in secret places and is not suspected. The martyr goes to the death voluntarily and unattended. I have no intention of giving a new list of martyrs, but it is one of my pleasant thoughts that among the common people who walk about the streets there are those who for the sake of their beloved, or in obedience to sense of duty, or in vindication of principle, have submitted themselves to martyrdom. These men and women—there are thousands of them-are the true aristocracy of the race. They surrender themselves without hesita- tion or regret in obedience to the commands of the Higher Voice, and do not turn back or boast of their action. I know quite well how martyrdom has often not seemed to count-how it seems to have been even thrown away, but it does count, and it is not thrown away. Do you sit alone to-day ? Not quite alone. If you had done this or that instead of the other everything might have been different, but, perhaps, not better. You think your sacri- fice was not appreciated. Of course not. It was not even suspected that is the glory of it. It is a hard thing to make the martyr sacri- fice in youth and for the final penalty not to fall until old age It is a hard thing to be reproached in old age that something is or is not that was settled by some martyr act forty or fifty years ago! How difficult it is to remain silent in the face of the reproach and to be cheerful under the negation, remembering that these things are fruit, long delayed and slowly ripened. 0, no; the pains of martyrdom are not in the burnings, nor did all martyrs come to the stake even when burning was the final penalty for one sort of martyrdom. Every household has its martyrs. Every calamity entails martyrs. There is scarcely ever a death in any family that does not bring with it something of the martyr spirit for one or more of the survivors. I like to think of the silent, unsuspected sacrifices made in the true martyr spirit by obscure people in all sorts of unsuspected places. THE MIRACULOUS WELL. I read that the Urban Council of Holywell are about to endeavour to get a supply of water for the district from the famous, or infamous, St. Winifrirle's well. At present the efiluent runs down the Greenfield Valley into the river Dee, turning on the w;,y a number of waterwheels belonging to the various factories. Just think of turning water wheels with miraculous water Superstition is a very far-reaching thing. It has always been an interesting point to me where the Holywell water took on its miraculous power and where it put it off. I have been told that it is not the water that worked the cure but the faith of the believer. Then I want to know why faith could not effect the cure without the water. Ah, Father Beauclerk was the man for Holywell! He knew how to work the miracles. There has been nothing worth mentioning since he was removed. Why was he removed? Perhaps St. Winifride got tired. Well, well. GRANTED. I have been asked by a candle manufacturer if I will help him to get the local contract to supplement the dim gas and electric light in the town if he applies. My promise was given at once, and I told him that he was lucky he was not a lithographer or else he would not have a chance, as the Corporation lithography and other work is sent to London so as to keep down local trade. THE GRAND BEACF PAVILION. I was told all last summer that the Monkey House at Aberystwyth was the |admiration of the lodging-house keepers on the Parade. It now transpires that the inhabitants of the Marine-terrace have had enough Monkey House to last them for the remainder of their natural lives. My own opinion is that everything whether it is a groyne, or a Monkey House, or a band- stand, or a lifeboat slip is a mistake. The hideous erection the Lifeboat Association has been allowed to put up on the beach is a greater curse to the place than the lifeboat has ever been a blessing. I am glad that the lodging-house keepers have taken their affairs into their own hands. It is not for the good of the town that the donkey stand should be on the Parade. Let it be at the top of Plascrug or almost anywhere except where there should be peace and quiet- ness. The bandstand is a mistake. It is intolerable that visitors in certain houses should never be able to get out of reach of a brass band. Donkeys, brass bands, niggers, and other noise makers may be necessary, but they should not be gathered together on the Terrace. The constant begging is a nuisance, and the rent taken by the Corporation for the privilege of obstructing the streets is monstrous. The lodging-house keepers have been too silent, too patient, too apathetic. The beach should be kept free from all obstructions. It is doubtful whether bathing machines ought to be allowed in these days when tents and other light and unobtrusive structures can be procured. The beach is the main asset of the town and it should be jealously guarded from obstruction, or pollution, or monopoly. QUERY. What about that shed in Queen's road, Aber- ystwyth ? Is nothing going to be done about it? If not, why not? The Coast. J.G.

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