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ap anb goam the Coast NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS, •'A GCRL."—Nobody can help being afraid. Fear is often caused by imagination and ignorance. Of course, to some extenV you can get rid of ignorance, but imagination, the 'chief cause of the worst torms of fear, is a precious inheritance. The great thing is to act in spite of your fear, and as if vour fear did not exist. There is always fear where there Is true courage. Courage without fear is mere boldness. When" we say "do no; be afr.ud." we usually mean, act as if you had no fear. "STUDENT."—I read a good deal, but I learn far more bv writing than reading, and if I were enM-usJed with the education of a mung per,Ji I I would insist more strongly on writing lii.tn reading. To write com- pels you to think and also to marshal your thoughts, and it also reveals to you vour ignorance. I never trouble niyself about what I forget of my reading. Much writing enforces knowledge. lne cmei Avays of obtaining knowledge are reading and observation. Get a good dictionary .ds a dtN, and write a thousand words a day, and You will discover that you do not know a great deal. T. X."—I have never asked for what you sug est. There is no grievance. VILLAGER." — Present sanitary knowledge compels the abolition of isolated dwellings and enforces the expansion of villages. I have spent a great deal of time in trying to improve the sanitation of the district, and I do not begrudge any of it. The shortest and surest way to mortis, sobriety, religion, to physical health, and to prolonged life is personal and municipal cleanliness. There is still a great deal to do, as you n.ay see in your own village, which I know. DOWN TO THEIR LEVEL. There has been another great national ques- tion discussed in the papers and Wales has won. I am so glad. The goat of the Welsh Fusiliers has been restored to that regiment. Wales is once more at peace, and the Govern- ment Department of Agriculture is saved from destruction! There was far more feeling dis- played about this goat than about the Educa- tion Act. Well, the goat has been restored and everybody can now resume his ordinary work. We are fond of a great national question. TWO BRUTES. At a London Police Court this week, a man who had twice before been fined for cruelty, was sentenced to twenty-one days' imprison- ment with hard labour. The cruel brute said to the magistrate, "Oh, for God's sake, don't. I have never been to such a place." On the rising of the Court, the man made another appeal, and the sentence was reduced to one of fourteen days' imprisonment without hard labour. He went to gaol and that will, per- haps, make him more careful if it does not do him any good. LIFES COMMONPLACES. Youth and age, morning, noun, and night, Failure and success, life and death, Poverty, happiness and joy, Riches, hate and love, misery, Spring, summer, autumn, and winter, Heat and cold, war and peace, conflict, Storm and calm, rain and shine, dark clouds, Sickness and health, songs, threnodies, Degradations, exaltations, Loss, victory aad defeat, despair: Thus is made up our brief account With here and there something unnamed- Something strange and unexpected In human possibilities- That lifts us from the common ruck A moment. Then oblivion. OLD AGE. Now that I am old, morning, noon, and night Are far apart, so are night and morning, The slow-paced day, the night still slower paced, Not by time but pain accentuated, Creep to the end, however long delayed, Then all will be as if it had not been. I am a grandsire, unaccustomed fact I, who but yesterday, it seems, was young And deemed old age to be far worse than death, Am classed among the old-an ancestor- Dim, vague as ancestors are to me When I look back to my far-distant youth. ONCE MORE. The other day the clouds had disappeared from the sky and the sun was shining through the bare branches of the trees. In the hedge- rows there were here and there fresh growths of leaves and grasses. The white thorn was burnished with a brightness I understood, and the blackthorn was fall of promise of leafless blossom. The intermittent song of the robin was more prolonged and stronger, and now and then the flute-like notes of the blackbird, responded to from afar like an echo, came to me with full assurance that the winter ouce more is almost past. The birds know it, and the air was full of their love songs. The roots of trees know it in ways we cannot realize. All along the roads the copse sides bore indications that life is moving unseen among the seeming death. The rooks were very busy and did their work as usual with much noise. They pro- claimed the unmistakable fact that the winter ig past and that spring is at hand with all its suggestive promise. How well I knew every foot of the way, and how dear it was to me. The far-off hills mean more to me every time I see them. I was once taken to see them, as was thought, for the last time. They are always more beautiful, I think, at this time of the year than in summer. I like to see hills and trees in winter, but I best like to see the lanes and the fields in summer. It is not possible for me to explain satisfac- torily what there was in the atmosphere the other day that seemed to suggest to me the readiness of all life to leap forth again. The sunlight faded and was followed by a material sort of silence that might have been music to faculties more acute. I often feel that what is nothing to me is intelligible enough to other creatures whose presence even I have no power to discern. I walked reverently, for I felt that the very ground beneath my feet was instinct with life and was holy. I knew that my eyes rested every moment on scenes that other eyes, now closed, had looked at with delight-scenes that some day will be hidden from me. Who shall say how much of the wonderful beauty of all I saw was due to memory, how much to association, and how much to the scene itself. I do not know, for I did not ask until now. It was what I saw that impressed me. Everything depends on what we can see and hear and are conscious of. Sometimes I feel that if I could be more still'and more intent and less gross, I might catch deeper meanings of existence than are now possible to me. I know that there are those who do not realize how hedgerows, and green fields, ana hills, and copse sides, and plantations, and flights of rooks, and the singing of birds, and the waving of grasses, and the sighing of the! wind in leafless trees, and the sound of gallop- ing horses, and the tinkle of water, and the passing of cloud shadows over the land, and the curling blue smoke from cottage chimneys, and the laughter of children, and the treble voices of women-who cannot realize how these things can be beautiful and full of pathos and instinct with faith and hope. Not all the sin and sorrow and wrong and pain and death of the world has dimmed its glory, or subdued its exuberant joy. I am glad of this. The world as 1 saw it that afternoon I was as joyous, as perfect, as blessed as if -it had come fresh that morning from the hands of the Omnipotent Creator, and I was glad. As I walked through Llanbadarn village, the church bells were ringing. It seemed to me as if I had heard them thousands of years ago elsewhere, and as if they were telling me something that I had dreamt of many times before. Winter is almost past and the promise of the spring is in the lanes and fields and among the hills. CONSCRIPTION. The way that all sorts of people howled for war who never intended to fight convinces me that the best cure for war is conscription. When a large army and a powerful navy bring home to every family what war means there will be more general and profound desire for peace. Conscription would shut the! mouths of the bastard patriots, who yell for war which they never intend to take part in. Conscription would cure a lot of things ragging" in the army among them. The professional soldier is a curse, although he himself is unaware of the fact and is per- sonally innocent. I THE EDUCA "IUN AO IT A TION. 1 I am not distressed about the education 1 agitation. No, not very much distressed. I am inclined to agree with a speaker at Old- ham last week, who said that the new Act is no settlement of the question. It might, he said, be a leap in the dark, but it was a leap towards the light. Yes, it is a leap to- wards thf- light. All children will be educated and the churches may squabble as much as they please, but henceforth they cannot blight the minds of the children. It is a sad thing to me that ministers of religion of all denominations should be willing to blast the minds of children because they cannot agree about, a subject of which they really know nothing about. The religion of the Church of England is very little different from the religion of the We,levans and In- dependents and Baptists. They worship the same God, accept the same revelation, t ust to the same Saviour, hope to reach the same heaven, agree on the same principles of justice, mercy, and morality. and yet hate each other like murder. It, is very odd. I have my own views of religion and 1 have stood by them at great cost and will stand by them to the end, but I am willing, nay, eager, that everybody else should be as free as I claim to be. I accept no priest be- tween me and whatever lies at the back of phenomena. Never in my life have I forced my religion upon anybody and never in my life shall any- body's religion be forced upon me. The Church of England has been stupid—in- credibly stupid-in seeking to get the better of Nonconformists in the Education Act. The great thing is for Nonconformists to see that they do not cut off their own nose to spite their face. I have no sympathy with the squabble among the churches. It means no- thing more than these squabbles have meant for more than two thousand years. My own experience does not go to show that Noncon- formists are more Liberal, or more tolerant, than the priests of other churches towards those who differ f, Olll them. I take it for granted that I am as honest as most people in my religious convictions and my experience has not been that the ministers and members of the so-called free churches are tolerant of differences of opinion. Intolerance does not matter to me now. I am too old and I have won the right to differ, but my memories are not pleasant and my present experiences are not cheerful. I myself am cheerful and at ease. The new Archbishop of Canterbury says that the kindly confidence and hope expressed by Nonconformists in the work of the Church leads him to look with confidence to the future of religious life in England. Why should not all the churches act together for the good of the people? The answer is obvious. The Church of England has its eyes ever fixed, as when this Act was passed, on the main chance. The Nonconformists also have their eyes fixed on their own well-being and are suspicious and afraid. The result is the sort of struggle now going on for dominance over the minds and souls of the children. To me it is a horrible struggle. There seems to me to be no religion in it, no brotherly love in it, no common sense in it. I do not object to the Church of England fighting for its own hand, nor do I object to Nonconformists resisting them with all their might. What I object to is that this absolutely idiotic strife should be waged in the name of religion! The Conformists and Nonconformists of Wales ought to be able to agree together to give each other what each claims, the privilege of training their children in their own faith, and nobody ought to claim more. The people who are not going to pay the education rate, and the people who are not going to administer the Act, do not trouble me greatly. What troubles me is the bedrock of denominational hate and bitterness which is not touched anywhere by the love of the gentle Christ. MERIONETHSHIRE POLICE. I hear a good deal, probably more than is true. There is a good deal of public dis- satisfaction about things, but dissatisfaction is not proof. So much depends on the way the police of a county are officered and managed that it is important there should not only be no dissatisfaction but no shadow of ground for dissatisfaction. A word to the wise may be sufficient. It is not for me to try the police, but there is no harm in giving a hint that may save trouble. The Coast. J.G.

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