Weekly Mail

In some sage advice to brides a philosopher sug- gests that when the husband relaxes his attention the best plan is for her to kiss the pet dog. If the husband kicks the dog it is a sure sign that he still loves her. A New Jersey man is said to have invented a paste that will carry bills around and post them up without throwing any of them into the river or shoving them under houses. It is a good thing, but calculated to diminish the demand for boys. A most remarkable show was recently held in Austria. It was an exhibition of noses. Eighty persons competed for the prize offered for the most extraordinary nasal protuberance in form, size. and colour. The jury decided that only three out of the whole could be admitted as competitors for the prize. It was finally adjudged to a competitor from Vienna, who is the proud and happy posses- sor of what is said to be a gigantic nose of deep violet blue. Colonel Yerger has a son named Leonidas, whom he is having taught music, but he is the laziest boy in Austin, and prefers lounging on the sofa read- ing dime novels to practising on the piano. A visitor recently overheard Col. Yerger remark :— You miserable whelp, if you don't get to that piano and play 'Beautiful Dreams' over ten times, I'll make the neighbours think somebody is sawing you in two with a dull saw. Get at them Beauti- ful Dreams,' will you ?" Two ladies met three ladies, they all kissed how many kisses were exchanged ?" Such is the mathematical puzzle that is going the rounds. We confess that we can't answer it. We have never been present when two ladies met three ladies, and they all kissed. To tell the truth, we don't want to witness a proceeding of that kind. We do not think we could bear it. with equanimity. We be- lieve in the practice of economy, and could never endure to see such sweetness wasted even. We move that the question be submitted to us as a committe&Qlonsoffith.nQwec to act.

FEMININE FANCIES, FOIBLES, AND FASHIONS. Br A LADY. (All Rights Reserved.) The name of Marcus Ward is as familiar as household words in connection with Christmas and other complimentary cards, which it is so much the fashion to circulate at certain fixed periods, as well as on personal and particular occasions. On Friday the firm at the head of which Marcus Ward's name stands pre-eminent issued cards to a large number of friends and acquaintances, inviting them to inspect, before thrown open to the public, the handsome new business premises in which the company will in the future carry on their extensive paper trade. As was to be expected, the display of fancy stationery was large and extremely varied. The exhibition of drawings included the originals of all the best Christmas cards produced during the last twenty years. These designs embrace the work of many artistes of name and fame. Especially inte- resting was the series of Christmas cards designed by Miss KateGreenaway, which has been produced solelv by Matcus Ward- and Co. I examined also printed specimens of the chief designs for cards for the ensuing season and. judging by what I saw, I think the practice of sending congratulatory cards is not likely to fall through at present, though we have and do protest against the inroad made upon our purses when custom calls for such in- terchange of civility and manifestation of friendly feeling as finds expression in the sending of Christmas, New Year, Kaster, birthday, and memo- rial cards. These latter are worthy to find a place amongst modern stationery, for the bereavements that from time to time afflict our acquaintances are scarcely to be passed by unrecogmsed by some token cf friendly feeling on our part. Now, I think no one who sits down to pen a letter of condolence but feels it to be a somewhat diffi- cult task; the composition is proverbi illy stilted 01' otherwise commonplace, and the wouming re- cipient as 1\ rule turns wearily away from the well- meant effusion, crying impatiently in the lan- guage of the Patriarch, "Miserable comfor- ters are ye all." Then comes the in- evitable task of answering letters of sympathy, always a painful one, thought- less people often making inquiries that it wrings the heart of the mourner to reply to. Setting aside mental anguish, it is a formidable busi- ness to have to write letters when the head is sick, and the whole heart faint. And when, as sometimes, particulars are asked for, how does the haart of the mourner bleed afresh as she pens the account of painful incidents on which she would feign shut the doors of memory for ever—praying, but vainly, like Themistocles, for the art of forgetting. Not long since a sudden death occurred in a family I know, and soon after a member of it told me, with a sigh, that not fewer than 200 letters of sympathy waited reply. What a grievous task had intended kindness imposed on the survivors. So I thought I would take the first opportunity afforded me of suggest- ing that appropriate cards be sent in lieu of sym- pathetic missives, and as these may be acknow- ledged in like form, and by the hand of anyone friendly enough to undertake the office, no strain is put on the inclination nor feelings of mourners themselves. Needless to say great care should be exercised in the selection of cards of this kind many persons, having singular notions of the fitting" mortuary designs, are apt to be hackneyed and vulgar. Perhaps, after all, a plain mourning card, with the simplest possible form of condolence written or printed thereon, is the best means of conveying expressions of sympathy to those in trouble. They will feel grateful for at- tention that shows their sorrow is not overlooked, and yet spares them the weary task of writing acknowledgments. There are of course in every family distant members whose loving letters prove a great solace to those bereft. My advice, as may be supposed, does not extend to these. I have wandered away from my text, and now return to it, briefly to note some other of Messrs. Marcus Ward's interesting exhibits, amongst which albums figure very conspicuously. The Bric-a-brac Album," which by the way is not to be published before Christmas, is a com- panion to the very popular Porcelain Album" which appeared last year, and proved so great a help to amateur china collectors." The Bric-a- brac Album" will include a very large collection of drawings of objects used for interior decoration. The Royal Irish Linen" writing paper is much commended; it is manufactured from pure un- worn linen cuttings, collected from the bleach greens of the North of Ireland. The Ulster linen and pure flax writing papers are also excellent, and are sold at a much lower price than the first-mentioned variety. I saw also specimens of some old-fashioned paper; this has all the characteristics of old style papers." The Royal Academy of Arts" writing paper will be appre- ciated, for it is most pleasant to use, and the mottled grey surface is most agreeable to the eye. All these papers, and other stationery, are manufac- tured at the Royal Ulster Works. Belfast, Ireland. I have before mo a descriptive list of Messrs. Marcus Ward and Co.'s cards for the present and coming year. It affords an excellent guide to intending pur- chasers at a. distance. The scale of charges ranges from the half-penny card, which is really good of its kind. to the handsome series costing crown each card. I think it a mistake to use floss silk to fringe, for there is a lack of reasonable con- nection between pastboard and silk. More consistent would be a neatly bevelled edge or one simply gilt. The sixpenny packets of cards for school distribu- tion are excellent. The shilling series is better still. A useful idea is embodied in the new Reminder Cards and Helps to slips of memory." These compass a set of six cards, with fanciful designs. One may be used to acknowledge the receipt of a letter, another gently to intimate that a letter has long been due. Again, the suggestion may be con- veyed that some long-borrowed book or umbrella has not been returned, and so on ad in- finitum. Certainly, every means for facili- tating correspondence and diminishing atten- dant labour is resorted to as time rolls on. The art of letter writing is said to have become extinct. Correspondence cards, facility of travel, and the electric telegraph have each and all been instrumental in removing occasion for those ex- pansive missives which our ancestors laboriously penned, and which the stage coach, probably a week later, deposited at some obscure wayside inn, there to await any chance means of forwarding it to its destination. The feverish anxiety concern- ing the post that marks our time is one of the evils attending the advance of civilisation. I think the haste and brevity with which even the dearest friends write to each other now-a-days is to be regretted. I confess a liking to read simple chit-chat about places and friends I have at a distance, to have my sympathies enlisted for an ailing pet, to hear how the big tree I pelted for fruit in the days of my childhood is now loaded with apples; how many teeth the new baby has got, and how high the Banksia rose has climbed on a certain tiled roof, far away. I think very few people now write those pleasant rambling letters that make one so delight- fully au fait with familiar surroundings and family doings. In some cases distant friends rarely take pen in hand unless there is some startling revelation to make, some grand catas- trophe to record. "A long letter and nothing in it" is occasionally the cause of complaint. If well written, I revel in one of these effusions; they pleasantly acquaint me with the fact that my cor- respondent likes writing to me, even though so- called news may be at a premium. Now,a letter that is a series of fireworks in the shape of excit- ing information afford me far less pleasure it is so exactly like reading the News in a Nutshell column in a provincial newspaper. The month of August "drags its slow length along," and London is very dull. Still, with so many delightful places within reach, one need not envy one's friends who have gone farther afield. Last week, tired of the dust and heat of the Metro- polis, a few friends left Paddington Station for Windsor. We did not care to remain within the vast walls of the Castle, filled as it is with histo- rical memories, and interesting as the abode of the sovereign. We preferred to drive leisurely through the great park, with its sylvan glades, its wealth of timber, and magni- ficent views. The red and the fallow deer were sheltering among the bracken, and the rabbits scudded to and fro as we clapped our hands to create a panic amongst them. Here and there as we drove through the Long Walk wo got glimpses of Frogmore, where the Duchess of Kent died, and of the Prince Consort's Model Farm," with its rich pasturage, full rickyard, herds of cattle grazing, and rich glebe lands—signs of the highest scientific cultivation everywhere. Near br we came upon a tastefully-built edifice-a tiny church in a most seclude spot. This the Prince Consort erected for the use of his agricultural labourers and other employes in Windsor Park. At the end of the Long Walk, justly so called,since it si retches for three miles, and being straight looks longer still, we came to a statue of the Prince Regent, afterwards George the Fourth. It is an equestrian statue of great height, erected on a sort of cairn. Though not near enough to note the omission, I was told the artist had forgotten that stirrups and spurs are considered lndispen- sible appendages to equestrian statues, and on being apprised of his oversight, like Judas, the stricken man went out and hanged Inmself, or shot himself, I forget which. We got only a very small glimpse of the Memo- rial Chapel, where the Pripce Consort lies entombed amongst the trees, but had a good view of Cumberland Lodge, the residence of the Prince and Princess Christian, a low red brick house covered with ivy, a.nd looking gloomy and secluded under the shadow of the surrounding woods. I inquired whether Heme's Oak was still in exis- tence, and was told all trace of it had disappeared within the last five years. Our driver pointed to a hollow trunk, artificially supported, which, he said, was believed to he that of the oldest tree in the kingdom. Very soon, like Herne's Oak, it, will be a memory only. Then we dismounted, our coachman promising to meet us later at the Wheat Sheaf Inn, a little wayside hotel buried amongst shrubs and overhanging trees—which we easily contrived to miss skirting the shores c'f Virginia Water. The soft turf under our feet, the green boughs over- head, the waving foliage, the ever varvinglandscape, the soft" notes of the waterfall, the tender cooing of the wood pigeons-it was delightful to stand and listen for the silence, if I may use the phrase, and it was difficult to realise that the mighty heart of London was throbbing so heavily, and at so little distance, while here all was rest and perfect peace. Oh, gift of God! Oh, perfect day, Whereon should 110 man work, but play. Whereon it is enough for me Not to be doing, but to be. So sang I with the poet. But all things come to an end. So having, as I said, contrived to lose our way, not unpleasantly, we retraced our steps and reached the place appointed just in time to restore the confidence of our coachman, who had nearly given us up for lost or otherwise aa fraudu- lent. Tea in a wilderness of sweet smelling flowers, I and SO back to the White Hart, at Windsor; dinner in the quaintest of rooms, entered from the street without modern intervention of hall or corridor, the quaintly paned windows looking out across the pavement upon the dull grey castle wall. Be the day weary, and never so long, At la.st it ringeth to evensong. We cannot protract pleasant hours any more than we can expedite the seemingly slower ones that are marked by pain. So our happy day, like all other days, came to a conclusion, and is now but a memory. Only that, and nothing more, as Poe's melancholy raven has it. Flashes of pleasantness come and go in our toilesome hves. The sunshiny hours do not linger, but they leave glad memories behind, and pleasant recollections are good things which no vicissitudes of fortune can ever entirely deprive us of, and though dark hours may supervene every human heart is lighter for having once been glad.

ODDS AND ENDS. The oldest inhabitant—The spring chicken. Even the ways of a pin are crooked sometimes. I am a man of enter pries," remarked the bur- glar as he inserted his jemmy into the safe lock. It sounds paradoxical, but a sick Indian can be at the same time a well read man. It is a thin excuse for a young lady to lie abed till ten o'clock in the morning because this is sleep year. Orange custard is the latest alleged delicacy If you want to see orange cussed hard, you have only to leave the peel on the sidewalk of a busy street. "Indade," said Mr. O'Rafferty, who was dis- cussing tho good old times, the paple who lived in the wurruld whin there was not a single livin' soul on the face of the earth had the best toime av it that I can imagine." How long would it take a man to walk from here to the planet Mars?" asked an Everton school teacher of a little boy who reads the papers. I don't know, but. unless he walked mighty slow he would get there a long time before the Radicals return three members for Liverpool." Hari-kari is committed by making an incision with a sharp knife, a cut across, and an upward cut. After which the gentleman gets his head chopped off. We merely mention these facts in case the information might be useful to any local politicians in November. First Citizen: Been fishing, eh ?" Second Citizen: Yes." Wojerketch"Nothing." How's that ?" Dunno." Been vaccinated P" "Yes." "That accounts for it, then." "How?" That's what people are vaccinated f^r—to keep them from catching anything, don't you know 1'" "Father, Falstaff was a very fat man, wasn't he?" Yes." He was what you might call cor- pulent, wasn't he ?" Yes, he was corpulent." Corpulence sounds big, but it can be spelled with four letters, can't it?" No. it can't. Have you lost all your senses?" "Oh, yes it can. What's the matter with o b c t ?" "Wh it was all that scuffling about downstairs?" asked Mrs. Hilboots as her lord and master strode into the room. "Nothing, except that Masher asking for Sarah Ann." What did he say?" "Oh, he began by saying he was speaking from the bottom of his heart, and so on." And what answer did you give ?" I grew spasmodic, too, answered Hilboots, gently tapping his little angelic number twelve shoe, "and gave him an answer from the bottom of my sole." It is said that woman is an enigma. If you guess what she is you usually can have her. If it were not for the church bells a good many young men would not be drawn to Sunday meet- ing. A Vermont octogenarian recently offered a young woman$10,000 in cash to marry him, and was accepted. It is not often that the bargain is so openly stated. That's about the average of married life in this city," said Judge Tuley, of Chicago, when it ap- peared that a couple applying for divorce had lived together two years and a half. At a wedding the bride was a young lady who had been a great flirt. When the clergyman asked the question, Who gives this woman away ?" a young man present replied, I can, but I won't." An experienced housewife tells How to save your dishes from being broken." There are several methods. The simplest is to rent a furnished house and let the cook break some other woman's dishes. A lady reader writes to say that she has been losing her hair recently, and wants to know she shall do to prevent it. Either keep your bureau drawer locked or else discharge the hired girl and get another of a complexion different from yours. Mary: Yes, I have left my last place." Sarah: An' what did you lave for ?" The mistress was too hard-hearted. She had no more sensibilities than an ox." An' did she abuse you, dearie ?" Indade, she did that." An' what did she do ?" "She put an alarum clock right in my room, an' in the morning it made such a noise I cud not slape another wink." Two mud scows collided in the East River, New York, the other day. One of them filled and went down. The captain of the sunken craft struggled in the water. "Kin ye schwim ?" roared the other captain from the deck of his scow. No. Save me av yer a man," cried the man in the water. Phat religion are ye?" As good a Prisbytayrian as iver ate mate on Friday. Save me, won't ye ?" This boat is consecrated, an' ye'd sink her, ye Prisby- tayrian thafe o' the world. But here goes, an' I schwim wid ye to the shore." And he did. Good housekeepers are frequently annoyed by oil-marks on papered walls against which careless or thoughtless persons have laid their heads. These unsightly spots may be removed by making a paste of cold water and pipeclay or Fuller's earth and laying it on the surface without rubbing it on, else the pattern of the paper will then likelv be injured. Leave the paste on all night. In the morning it can be brushed off and the spot will have disappeared; but a renewal of the operation may be necessary if the oil-mark is old. A newly-married Austin lady does not know anything about housekeeping, but she is anxious to have her husband believe that there is nothing in the housekeeping line that she does not know. He happened to be in the room when the cook came and said, "Will you please gib me out de coffee. De water is been abilin' dis las' half hour." Let the water boil, Matilda," replied Mrs. Big- man calmly, the longer it boils the stronger it will be." What will be the prevailing style in dresses ?" asked a family man of a fashionable milliner. Well, dresses will be worn much shorter this year." I am glad to hear it," said the man of family, breathing a sigh of relief. I suppose they will be much cheaper ?" By no means they will cost more," said the milliner. "I don't understand how that can be. Shorter dresses take less goods, and should, therefore, cost less. "No, you are wrong. Shorter dlesses cost more because they come higher." But the obdurate family man would not be convinced. A rather wild young man was in the habit of visiting the house of a strict member of the Methodist Church in the city, in which family there was a pretty daughter. One day the gay young man invited her to take a ride with him, but she refused. On his asking for a reason she replied that her father had forbidden her doing so because the young man was no gentleman, to which the young man replied:—"Miss Mary, if swearing a little, drinking a little, and gambling a little don't constitute a gentleman, then your father don't know a gentleman when he sees one." They had not been married very long, but she had grown cold and listless; so one evening, after she had yawned seventeen consecutive times, he said:—"You seem to be so cold and indifferent, Malvina. Have you forgotten those happy days when I was paying you my addresses ?" "You bet I've not forgotten those happy days before we were married. I never had less than three fellers of an evening around me paying me attention." But, dearest, haven't you got me to pay you attention right now ?" Yes, I suppose I have. You are doing the best you know how but yer don't flatter yourself that you are equal to three, do you?"

THE CARDIFF MONKEY. We have received a number of letters upon the recent incident in which a monkey suffered death at the hands of a policeman after a somewhat exciting chase. Our correspondents take all manner of views of the subject", some describe the shooting as downright cruelty — one irate spinster asks indignantly, Can't the police be prosecuted ?" While others describe the fate of the monkey as just retribution and as a fearful warning to all prowlers in other people's gardens, forgetful that, though man may be only a monkey shaved," there is not the same immunity enjoyed by man-shooters as by those who merely shoot the original. A correspondent, who writes over tho signature. R. S. P. C. A," professes to record the facts of the case. He says:— "The now famous monkey had for more than three weeks taken up his habitation on the different houses in Halswell-terrace, and from thence he carried on an extensive system of annoyance and plunder. Entering the houses he carriedloff food, and robbed the gardens of all the fruit he could lay his hands (?) upon. The matter of plunder was a secondary affair. The greater nuisance was the entering the houses, which he freely did, both in broad daylight and in the ghostly hours of night, doing considerable damage therein. One gentleman, who had, I presume, been particularly annoyed, considered, and rightly so, that it was high time to put a stop to these capers, and there- upon applied to the police to annihilate the in- truder. On Friday morning, therefore, an inspector arrived, attended by a brace of bulldogs and a gun, and, as already stated in your. colli mns, fired at it. Now, however, comes the curious part of the affair. These men acknowledged having wounded the poor creature, and yet they went away, saying that they would come again the next day. A kind- hearted builder, however, who was doing soma work at Mr. Cory's, arrived upon the scene of action, and thinking it a piece of great cruelty to leave the monkey in a wounded state, des- patched a couple of his lads to catch it and put an end to its miserable existence. These lads succeeded in driving the animal off the roofs into one of the bedrooms, and then two gen- tlemen went upstairs, and, having soon killed it with a blow on the head, threw it (already dead) out through the window. So ended the escapades of the aforesaid monkey, and I believe it has since been decently interred."

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RECOLLECTIONS OF THE RHONDDA VALLEY. [BY MORIEN.J It was my fate to come into the world just in time to behold the parish of Ystradyfodwg in its ancient condition. The old parish roads were in the condition in which they had always been. They had not been designed by a Brunei or any other skilled engineer. Each went down hill and up hill without the designers having, apparently. given a thought to the labour horses would incur in drawing heavy loads after them. Indeed, there is reason to believe that in those days all articles of merchandise, such as wheat, butter. cheese, eggs, and so forth were sent out of the valley across the mountains on pack horses. The old inhabitants took a short cut across the mountains to wherever they desired to go. They were not afraid of any tyle or ascent; nor any descent either. They had lungs of the strongest, and their ruddy cheeks spoke of pure oxygen, homely fare, and sober lives. Strange traditions fell on my infant ears. I heard of war having been witnessed in the district long, long before, and ridges on the top of Graigwen, called Cefn y Beddau, were pointed out as the places where soldiers were buried after the battle. I have since ascertained that the war and the graves represented a remote period, when the backbone of Glamorgan was broken there by the Normans and the men of Deheubarth, under Prince Rhys ap Tewdwr, when the last- named lost his life. A huge heap, with oaks growr ing upon it; situate at Ynysy Crug (the meadow of the tumulus), was pointed out with awe as a place were treasures were buried. I heard that some of the most daring of the inhabitants had commenced digging into the Crug, and that whiie they were so engaged a terrific thunderstorm, accompanied by awfully lurid flashes of lightning, broke forth, which so terrified the delvers for hidden treasures that they hurried away. The spirit of English journalism was even then strong upon me, and I recollect very well that, although I had not then attained to the dig- nity of wearing trousers, I toddled with an atch- seological" friend, who is still alive, to see where the operations had been commenced. We found a long furrow cut in the Crug from top to bottom. 1 have still a vivid recollection of the sensation I felt as I stood under the green branches of the spreading oaks, on the summit of the grave of the braves—beddrod y Cedyrn. With what eager amusement the dear old man, my father, who was gathered to his fathers the other day, close to the old parish church, listened that evening to my "re- port" as to what I had seen at Ynys y Crug! The next thing I heard was that Dr. Price, of Ponty- pridd, was going to employ men to open the Crug; for he was even then supposed to be a man who was not afraid of thunder and lightning, or even of Old Nick himself. The tumulus still remains unopened, but the diadem of oaks which crowned its summit has disappeared, and when the Rhondda Branch Railway paaaed up the valley the Taff Vale Company siiced a portion of the side of the tumulus. I always listened eagerly to any conversation about the Crug, and I very well recollect" Llewelyn Teisien Pinclose," afterwards called Llewelyn"t.he Saint," saying he did not believe it was a grave at all, but that at the Deluge, when the waters from Clvdach Vale and the Upper Rhondda met here, a k'ind of whirlpool was formed, and that the Crug was simply earth carried down by the two streams, and thrown up in the vortex. I deemed this a scandalous heresy. Nothing would, nor will, satisfy me but that the Crug is beddrod y Cedyrn. Less than a mile higher up the valley, on the side of the mountains, was, and is, an object which greatly interested me, viz., Ffvnon Fair (the well of the Virgin MH,ry). During mv first visit to it not a sound except the murmurings of the Rhondda River and the rustling of the trees grow- ing on each side of the parish road, and called here Pantmawr," disturbed the solitude. I was 'accompanied by another lad. Close to Pont Rhondda, on the north side of the river, was an exceedingly pretty little cottage, surrounded by evergreens and myriads of brilliant flowers. It was here a blind old lady and her brother lived. The old lady's name was Elspeth Rhys, and the brother was called Aaron. I had heard the name before, and instantly associated this obscure old Welshman with the high-priest of the Hebrews. The old lady was talkative and pleasant, or •'serchus," but I could not understand of what benefit to a blind old lady were flowers, except that their sweet perfume solaced her as it was wafted on the breeze into her neat little cottage. She was the grandmother of men who afterwards attained great prominence as colliery proprietors. After being here refreshed bv blind Elspeth, we little pilgrims climbed' the mountain side to the Well of the Virgin. But the only attractions we found here were a small ruined building with a niche in the inside of the pine-end over where the writer came out of the earth, a spout of water as bright as silver shooting outside the lower part of the ruin, and a fine view of the upper valley, then without collieries, black tips, or puffing engines. A mile or so higher up the valley stood the only chapel then in these regions, namely the Baptist Chapel. Heal, fach, since then called Nebo, where a fine old gentleman named David Naunton was minister. He passed rich on even less than forty pounds a year." But, like the Apostle Paul, he was not above manual labour. The great Apostle made tents, and David Naunton occasionally thatched, and gained something by that in addi- tion to his ordinary stipend. And the farmers, by way of showing their appreciation of the services of the man who taught them the way of Salvation. made occasional presents to him of bacon and oatmeal. From time immemorial that was the way the Welsh paid for literary services; that was the mode the bards during their "clera" circuits were paid. It seems that the Welsh monks were treated in a like manner, and that the travelling bards were terribly jealous of them. It seems to me they were six of one and half a dozen of the other. Hear how an old Welsh bard refers to the monks and their pay:— Little glass image one sells. Another out of alder wood A fjarbiess relic carves one hides A grey St. Curig 'neitli his cloak; Another bears St. Seiriol, With cheeses nine, beneath hisarm Or. by demonstrating at length The Unity of Trinity. A load of wool, or bag of meal. The monks retaliated as follows:— In their false customs minstrels persevere In songs immortai do they take delight; Tasteless and vain the praises they sing; Falsehood at all times dwells benea h toeir tongue. Those who are innocent they ridicule Those who believe them do they bring to shame; Drunken at night, they sleep throughout the day, And gladly eat the bread of idleness. Birds cleave the air, and fishes in the depths Swim for food; bees gather golden stores, Far ranillg even worms will creep, Yea, all that lives will travel to obtain food, Minstrels alone except; the useless ones. The sharp-witted Welsh peasantry must have been much amused at the quarrels of the rivals for their favours. The custom of paying preachers in kind for their services prevailed in Wales down to recent times in other districts than Ystradyfodwg were the truth made known. I recollect reading somewhere that the Apostolic Christmas Evans used to be paid during his preaching expeditions in parts of Wales with sixpence and a pair of stockings for a sermon. One would now be amused to see a fashionable Nonconformist preacher returning home with his purse filled with six- pences and his coat pockets stuffed with "sana gwlan" In the way above described the Baptist minister of Ystradyfodwg reared up a son and three daughters very respectably. I was afterwards at school with the son, who died in the prime of life. There was a halo of romance about the old minister. He was descended of a most ancient Suffolk family, members of which had intermarried with members of the Pembroke. Northumberland, Oxford, and other noble families. He himself was the direct male representative of the brother of Sir Robert Naunton, Knight, Secretary of State to King James I. After the old minister's death, Mrs. Naunton, his widow, often bade the boy "Morien" read the Welsh Testament for her, which he frequently did. I could not have been more than ten years of age, when, on my reading the words of St. Paul to St. Timothy, "Let not a widow be taken into the number under threescore years old, having been the wife of one man," she puzzled me greatly by asking me what the Apostle meant by that injunction. Having failed after repeated attempts to answer the question, I ran across the fields to my father, who was wont to carefully answer my questions. I soon returned with a full explanation of the difficult passage, which seemed to greatly please the old dame. I well recollect that when I left the side of her chair that evening she gave me her thin. small hand, and, with her aged eyes twinkling, she said Noswaith dda i chi, hen wr" (Good night to you, old man). She, a few months later, passed ovei to the majority. The Kev. David Naunton, Heolfach, was on very friendly terms with the celebrated Rev. John Jen- kins. Hengoed. More than once the two Welsh ministers and Mr. Geo. Griffiths, the father of the late Mr. John Griffiths, Taff Vale Villa, Pontypridd. went to Suffolk to visit the old palace and the family estates of the Nauntons. The name of the old palace is Letheringham Abbey. It is situate between Wickham Market and Woodbridge. Some years ago, while I myself was on a visit to the neighbourhood, Mrs. Leman, the good lady of the heir to the Naunton and Leman estates, told me that her late father-in-law, the Kev. Naunton Orgill Leman, would tell his family, after returning to Brampton Hall from Letheringham Abbey, where he had been to receive the rents lrom Ilia tenants, that some Welshman, one of whom claimed to be the rightful heir to the estate, had been there. I have no doubt whatever the Rev. D. Naunton was the true heir. His family lost it by a mere technicality. The grandfather of the Rev. Naunton Orgill Leman, viz.. Win, Leman, solicitor, Beccles, a descendant of one of the daugh- ters of Major Robert Naunton, entered into pos- session immediately after the death of the widow of WW, Naunton, the last male representative of the family in possession. The next male heir was then living at Tonyberthlwyd.near Mynyddis- lwyn Church, and when he went to Letheringham Abbey to claim his inheritance William Leman refused to deliver it up to him. He succeeded in barring the old entail by a fine a process of law which only lawyers understand. It is to this legal process Hamlet refers when, addressing the skull which the grave-digger has just thrown up, he soliloquises thus :— Hum: This fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recoveries; is this the tine of his fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries thi. the fine of his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his ti e pate tull of One dirt. The result of the aclion of Leman was that he was placed by nefarious law in secure possession, while the male descendants, who had hitherto succeeded to the inheritance one after the other since at least the Conquest, were turned adrift, and continued to be small tenant farmers on the lovely hills of ancient Gwent. The Rev. David Nauuton was, when a child, much noticed by Sir William Morgan, Tredegar. But when the Glamorgan Canal was being constructed I htt. hiring then attained a man's estate, undertook a small contract in the concern, and thus the prin- cipal branch of the family becama settled in the Rhondda Valley. So much for the Nauntons of Ystradyfodwg. I must here relate an anecdote. One Sunday morning, upwards of 60 years ago, the Rev. Mr. Hughes, of White Cross, near Caerphilly, had to perform at the historical old chapel of Independence, in that locality, the painful task of excommunicating a member. It was done publicly before tho whole congregation. The congregation were speli bound. In solemn tones Mr. Hughes said: We expel so and so. We send him back to the world' from whence he came." At this moment all present were greatly startled by a voice in the gallery crying out, "We will not have him—keep him yourselves!" When Mr. Hughes recovered his mental balance, he said, Well, well, here's a man whom the Church and the world (y byd) refuse to take. What shall we do with him ?" The voice in the gallery replied, send him to the Rev. John Jenkins, Hengoed (Shon Shencyn); he takes all sorts." The affair caused the most in- tense amusement in the district. The interrupter proved to be William Thomas, who assumed to be a bit of a poet and called himself" Llwynog yr Eithin." He is now 86 years of age, and is at this moment employed in my garden. The Muse did not find him at the plough, but at the hoe. She still visits him occasionally, and while acting a short time ago as a watchman for Mr. John Mackay she paid him a visit in the middle of a night while he was sitting in an old shed by the side of a blazing fire. It was a stormy night, and he sang as follows, as he told me in the morning Gwyliedydd y nos gyfansoddodd y gan, Un nasan wrth wylio yn llewyrch y ta.11, Yr Awen o'dd Y" berwi fel crochanad 0 bus, A fina'n barddoni yn llewis fy nghrys, Heb'r un got ar fy nghefn, yn diferu o chwys. Early on another morning he invited me to hear his new song to the Pontypridd. Caerphilly, and Newport Railway. I will favour the reader with only a few lines of it:— Mae evfnod y railway newydd O'r diwe.td wedi dod Bu hon am beth blynyddo'dd A sôn am dani'11 bod; Y gwir nid yw iw gelu, Trwy rhoi hon i John Mackay, Hi a'11 gorfforol i Gaerphili. I promised faithfully to send it to the Western Mail, and here I have been and done it." All this near the entrance into the Rhondda Valley. In the last article I invited the reader to the well of the Virgin Mary, on the side of Pen Rhys Mountain, facing the Rhondda. At the sacred well I ascertained that all visitors to it threw pins into the water. I was unable then to understand whattliecustoinmeant. It wouldappear the waieris subject to an occasional flow into it of mineral properties. All impression existed that unless the pin, while in the water, changed colour, there was no hope of a reined}' for the visitor who had come there in quest of health by drinking of the water, and also by bathing. From time immemorial it has been the resort of people suffering from ulcers, and people who have had broken bones go there to hold the united bone under the spout with a view to further strengthen it. The water is de- lightfully cool in the hottest weather. The sly old monks evidently made a good thing out of this well. It is supposed an image of our Lady of Pen Rhys" stood in the niche inside the pine-end of the building on the north-east side, over the spot where the water bubbles out of the earth. From here people of the district were wont, down to living memory, to procure water with which to christen their children in the parish church, over which the Rev. William Lewis now presides so worthily. It is impossible not to con- trast the duties the present priest of Ystradyfodwg has to perform with those which devolved on the fat old monks of the Monastery of Pen Rhys. At the same time do not let us be too hard upou the monks, for the V had been taught that to lie and to cheat for the glory of God was perfectly lawful. Does not Eusebius, the historian of the Church, say so? They thought the end justified the means. At Pen Rh) s they probably argued somewhat as follows:—" Here is a spring of water from the earth containing medicinal properties. The Druids name the earth in spring Morwen. Elsewhere the earth is called Venus. Let us sweep all these names away and dub the well, not the well of Morwen, Venus, or Cybele, but the well of' Y Forwyn Fair Fendigaid(the Blessed Virgin Mary). Only two other "our ladyes" in Great Britain were deemed of equal sacredness with her ladyghip of this well, namely, Our Lady of Don- caster" and Our Lady of Ipswich." Henry V. disestablished the monastery on the hill above the well in 1414 A.D., owing to the assistance its friars had given to Owen Glyndwr in the struggle of the Cymry to recover their lost independence. But even a king, with all the power of the realm at his back, could not disestablish the Well of St. Mary the Virgin. The Welsh well laughed to scorn the efforts of even a Plantagenet monarch to dethrone her on the green slope of the ever- lasting hills. Here is a subject, for the Welsh bards—a much finer one than singing the piuises of all the gaffers from Pen Puch to Pontypridd— the Well of the Virgin at Pen Rhys refusing to be disestablished by the request of the King of England. The Awen seems to one's fancy chanting over the well— Thou didst murmur forth thy music on the hill side to the Druid sages when the world was young; a cowled throng in later ages visited thy purling fountain. Gre .t Glvndwr himself drank of thee,and cooled his noble and undaunted brow ill thy refreshing waters. Thou didst thus, like the bards and mor.ks, offend the 1<ngiisb King, and he drove from thy precincts for ever the sons of Ceridwen and the cowled fathers-he could not catch t he Son of the Darvganau thou wert, left aione with the simple swains and fair maidens of the Valley of Tyfodwg!" Hark to the Well's reply:— What care I for kings, principalities, Rnd powers They are all fleeting and evanescent in their cbMacttor rile hand that made me 1S divine, and I am to do duty to the lowly peasantry of Cwm Khondda as long as the worla endures. Avaunt there, ye proud oues, and leave me in peace with my people! Let all the people say Amen." Very early in life 1 was much puzzled by the name of a corn mill on the Rhondda River between Pont Rhondda and Heolfach. It was called Melin- yr-Home (the Mill of the Home). "Home," I thought, how came this delightful English name to be here in a locality where, at the time of which I am writing, not one in ten of the inhabi- tants could speak English ? A few years ago I discovered what it meant, and how it came here. The official name of the hamlet is Home Pen Rhys. The monastery then on the summit of the hill was called "Home," and the mill on the Rhondda River was the place where the monks of Pen Rhys ground their corn. In short Melin-yr-Home" was the mill of the monastery. In this Home, at a time when there were neither workhouses nor poor-rates, the poor of the parish were succoured by the Grey Friars, who, in the midst of acts we now deem objectionable, remembered the lessons inculcated by the words "Open thine hand wide to the poor," and also, Ye have the poor always with you." Let th ologians and High Church and Low Church parties rave over their gewgaws, this Home Pen Rhys makes one feel that pure Christianity was once practised on this hill-top by men whose dust remains still in the neighbouring "Cae'r Fynwent," and, doubtless, that of others is under what is now the floor of a farm-house. In the face of all these considerations, the mind whispers to itself the question, If a man die shall he live again ?

SPIRIT OF THE WELSH PRESS. The Welsh press has at length discovered that we are neither so good nor so charitable as we might be. The Goltuad has been performing the part of the candid friend for some weeks. It is by no means undesirable we should have the gift of seeing ourselves as others see us. This week the Goleuad declares that disgraceful sins have existed in the country since the beginning of history. Our contemporary's cluef concern this week, however, is for the Saxon strangers in our midst, and Welsh uncharity towards them. The editor is magnani- mous. He has found out that the Saxons have souls to save, and that it is the duty of the Welsh to save them. We are assured that their salva- tion should be attempted because Welsh salvation was accomplished through the En- glish Fathers. What debt do we owe the Saxon ?" is a qUEstion asked. Much in every way. Our obligations to give thanks because he, and not some other nation, is our neighbour, are great. Our fellow-countrymen—how the writers make out the connection I cannot tell—in France, in Scotland, and in Ireland—the Bretons, the Gaels, and the Irish—are hnt-beaded Papists, and hot- headed Papists we also used to be. How came we to be Protestants? Did a Luther or a Zuinglius rise from among us? Nothing of the kind. We were made Protestants through the strength of the bw imposed by tile Saxon, and in face of all our opposition. It was truly a sharp dispensation. Against their will children are taught to read and write, and yet great is the debt they owe to their teachers and great our debt, tco, to the English people for sternly driving out the Popery which once possessed the country. Moreover, whence came Welsh divinity, of which we are so proud ? The Articles of the Church of England and the Westminster Confession are the foundation of the symbols of our faith, the Catechism of the Church is the foundation of some chapters of the Hvfforddwr," and the theology of the old English Puritans, Dr. Owen, Howe, Goodwin, Baxter, &c., and especially Coleridge, is the theology of the Calvinistic Methodist to-day. We hold the Faith as preached by the Apostles, and afterwards by the Reformers, because the iniluence upo us is the influence of English theology, and not of the speculations of Germany or the im- moral infidelity of France. The Golevad is anxious, for these and other enumerated blessings, to make some return to the English by establishing Lnghsh causes to meet the needs of Englishmen and women residing in the Principality. The Bauer is jubilant over the conduct of Wales in regard to the House of Lords. We had no doubt," says the editor, at the onset of the present movement as to the side the people of Wales would take. We knew well that the behaviour of the Lords was disgusting in their eyes. At the same time, we admit we did not for a moment think that the inhabitants of the old country would speak with so clear a voice. Of course, we ex- pected that in the greatest of the towns meetings would be held to protest against the works of the Marquess of Salisbury, but we scarcely thought that the villages would take up the cry." Then follows a summary of the history of the demonstra- tions—but never a word about the failure in Den- bighshire. Gicaha gives publicity to the case of a Ponty- pridd miner who was induced some time since to sell all he had, leave wife and six children, and try his fortune in Patagonia. He has now written home to say, I have at last escaped from the cursed and hellish place called the Welsh Colony. Thank God that 1 am away. I have arrived at Buenos Ayres, where I am now working as a navvy on one of the railways for 5s. a day. I pay 4s. a day for my keep, so you can see this is not much of a place, but it is infinitely better than Patagonia. I would have returned home long ago had I been able, but I have no money, and there is no money to be had in Patagonia. I had sufficient food, but I slept in the open all the time I was there. At the last, after my hard work and frugal life, J had scarcely enough to bring me here. Thank heaven we have plenty of food here. I do not know what is best, to be done in the circumstances. If I have & chance I I will work my passage back borne in one of these trading ships." The Tarian devotes a leader to the Parliamentary representation of the Rhondda Valley. The writer is full of compliments to the population. For every practical purpose the valley is one great town," we are told. It is one of the most re- ligious districts in South Wales. It is said that the chapels are as numerous as the public-houses. The chapels have all been built on the voluntary principle, and the heavy debt once on them is bing rapidly cleared away. The Churches (of course) all depend on the State. The inhabitants have not shown any inability in the management of their own affairs. The School Board is wise and full of work. The schools compare well with any and all in the kingdom. One of the earliest of the Higher Grade Schools was built in the valley. Then why, in the name of reason, are not the people represented in the Commons? The men are possessed of backbone. They can neither be bought nor sold bv squire or master." A Bill for the Redistribution of Seats," we are informed, will probably pass next session. Let the people of Cwin Rhondda raise their voices for justice in the matter. The men have rights, and the only way to get those rights en- forced is through a Parliamentary representative After the right to a member has been granted, then they must secure the return into the House of one of themselves, one who knows their dangers and where the shoe pinches, who can sympathise with them and their hopes, and is able to discuss their rights in the Legislature. He should on all ac- counts be a Welshman, 'o waed coch,' a workman who has worked underground. It i" not neces- sary he should be able to speak English ram- matically. There are now scores of members who understand grammar just as well as so many oxen. The essential thing is that the Rhonddil member should comprehend the miner's work, that his heart boils from sympathy with colliers, and possessed, of course, of ability to make himself understood in the Saxon tongue." The Tyst (Congregntionfhst.) says that "thousands will hunent the Jeath of Mr. Hudson, of dry soap notoriety. He was one ot the most liberal of the members of our denomination, if not the most liberal in recent years. Wales, and North Wales especially, enjoyed his liberality. He was the son of an old minister, and was at the back of the movement for the establishment of English causes in the north. For general purposes he contributed £200 a year, in addition to hundreds given to par- ticular cases. He subscribed £20.000 to the Jubilee Fund, and seldom refused anybody." There is virtue in soap, of more kinds than one, that is very evident. •Seven Cymru believes that the present policy will not be to the ultimate advantage of Conser- vatism, and will certainly be most damaging to the House of Lords. One result is already appa- rent-the country is agitated from end to end, as witness the great demonstrations of the last few weeks. Another resultalready visible isthe attention called to the necessity for immediate reform of the Upper House. A new association having- that eno in view has been formed and it is certain that this new society will not rest until the Franchise Bill becomes law, and the Redistribution of Seats and the reform of the Lords are established facts. The Bishops will be removed altogether from Parliament." k There is a popular saying that it is dangerous to prophecv. The Seren hopes, for the sake of the parties as well as for the sake of religion in Wales, that no- thing more will be heard of the disagreeable affair at the Neath Baptist Chapel. A friendly compromise, at the first would have been very much better for both sides, nnd for the Baptist Church at Neath." The only comment I care to make is that it is weli sometimes we should have a peep behind the scenes. Dissent has ever been pictured as the earthlv paradise of religious men. It is well, however," that occasionally we should see how much harmony and Christian spirit prevail within the veil which divides Dissenting Churches from the vulgar and naughty world. The Llan, in an article on the Bangor Diocesan Conference, remarks, We have known a time when the Bishop one or two dignitaries and two or three gentlemen were heard at Diocesan Con- ferences. We believe that time is over, or nearly over. We were glad to see the clergy of the distant parishes and a stipendiary curate called upon to read papers. That fact reflects honour on the Bishop and his supporters, and is an impetus to work and to co-operation.

AMONG THE CARDIFF ARABS. [BY OUR SPECIAL COMMISSIONER.] The little" unwashed'' who populate our by- streets and alleys are not altogether unworthy at- tention, as witness one of the merciful clauses which adorned our Corporation Bill. They are also receiving attention in other, and, it would seem, more likely ways. How many of these young we have in Cardiff it would be interesting enough to know though the task of taking their census I conceive to be no very enviable one. He that as it may, however, about the hour of eight on Sunday morning your corre- spondent found himself face to face with some fifty, mostly of the very worst of them, though the various types and castes of "Araby" were nil represented. These had been hunted up on the Saturday night, and a small card put into their hands, on presentation of which they were ad- mitted to the rooms of the Young Men's Christian Association in St. Marv-street, there to have what is known in the Arab dialect as a reg'lar buster' of tea, cake, &c. Almost without exception it seems those asked turned up, and when all were seated a most motley group they looked. Many o'f them were the offspring of parents whose names occupy a prominent position in certain records kept by Royal command. They were mostly as dirty as such brats can possibly make themselves, A few, representing the Arab aristocracy, boasted such a garment as a coat. But in many cases it was a coat clearly never intended to fit any carcase under five feefc five, and had been adapted to the requirements of the present wearer only by a pretty free use of the knife. certain lumps being" hacked off the sleeves and tails of him." Others again had but two gar- ments-a shirt,buttonless, an d a trousers nearly ditto. Stockings they apparently looked upon as quite uncalled for luxuries, and shoes, since they could not rise to new ones, they very wisely avoided. For though in the course of the daily" rustings (overhauling of ash-boxes) they do now and then light upon a pair of cast-offs, they eschew them, for they raws yer feet," and ye can sell 'um to chaps!" As regards hats, the majority were without them, though kind mother Nature had made it up to them in the matter of hair; many of them, as far as their locks are concerned, might be youthful Nazarites. Their faces were, however, by far the most interesting study. O could some advocate of the doctrine of Hereditary Transmission have been there; what, a book for him to read; what a triumph had he secured Very early in their da have these youngsters had to find out that life is not all beer and skittles; they seem never to have been children, and already their struggle is be- ginning to write its story upon their faces. But, still you can yet discern the primary features; the large, though thin-shaped mouth, the low and rather retreating forehead, and the generally old- fashioned cute look which has something fasci- nating in it—all these in perfection show some generations of "pure" breeding. They had mostly good voices, some excellent; and the hymns they sung were of their own choos- ing. Need I mention, then. that Hold the Fort" was one of them ? But listen, 0 ye School Boards and lynx-eyed attendance officers, more than half of these could not read, though some took a book as if a little ashamed of not possessing that acquirement. How they get their living is a mystery. Their "old man," though he passes for a labourer, is oftenest really but a member of that large class known as the no-visible-means-of-support class, and the "dame" is often laid up with "the shakes. Therefore home (?), to those who have such, is valueless as far as the bread and cheese question is concerned nay, often worse than that, black mail being levied upon the youngster's earnings, and a "quilting" adminis- tered to him in a drunken frenzy is his only return. Those who can read fpl:" papers," nna hail "special edition" days as grand wind-falls, always selling balf-penny" spechls" at a penny. Others go rusting and fetch beer for drinks or a copper; then they "carries hags," hang round coffee taverns, &.C-, for broken victuals, some beg. and a very few do a "little lifting." Considering the stars under which they are born, and the buffetting and bad example to which they are always subject, you can hardly expect them to grow up into anything but plagues upon society. Yet, surely, there is good stuff in many of them, and what I wonder at is that among all our benevolences in this good town the Arab has been so long neglected. It seems that only once before within living memory has such a Sunday morning meeting as this been held. That was ten years ago, and was owing to the exertions of a lady who had much to do in found- ing the Blind Institution here. The cost of this second breakfast is, I understand, borne by a member of the Young Men's Christian Association Committee, and quietly also the funds for another are forthcoming, in addition to which some kind of home for the destitute Arab is being provided in the town, to which some of the boys that morn- ing signified their intention of repairing. On the whole, therefore, their cause is looking up; and who is there does not wish it success ?

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THE RECTOR OF MERTHYR ON ST. I JOHN'S MISSION, NEWPORT. COLLAPSE OF RITUALISM. TO T-.r1:: T'DITOR OF THE WEEKLY MAIL-" am thus late in noticing this subject in your columns it is not altogether my own fault. For a week and more I have been a good deal "at sea," where, happily, there is no postal delivery of any sort to disturb the harmony of one's mind. Further—rejoice in it, 0 ye Ritualists—last Monday of all my ship struck on a sandbank while cruising in the happy hunting grounds of Cardigan Bay. Barring, however, a good many sousings, and sticking there like a limpit for ten hours, no material harm, luckily, came of it to anybody or anything. So, gentle- men Ritualists, this time anyhow, Lord Bute will have no chance yet to cause one of you to step into my shoes, and take charge of the great and v important Parish of Mertiiyr, thanks to that "sweet little cherub aloft'' whom Dibdin tells us Watches over poor Jack." All this will, I hope, sufficiently account for my not hearing anything of St. John's Mission, Newport, which had been on my mind for a long time indeed, ever since I first read of its collapse four or five months ago in the Church Times. It came upon me with a thud that almost stunned me, for of all the Ritualistic places in our diocese—and we have a good many that require looking into—St. John's seemed to me the very last that could fall! Its surround- ings were so strong, and Ritualistic money poured into it so fast! There, if any- where, Clewer and Canon Carter had full play and carte blanch to do what they liked in the Romish way, and they did it unsparingly. Everything was Clewer and Clewerish — the priests," the sisters," the brothers," the acolytes," and the great high priest of all, Canon Carter himself, had all their own way. It was on that condition only they worked there at all. They were not to be interfered with or meddled with by anybody. In the diocese of Llandaff they were Imperium in Imperio. This is not over-stating the case, but in perfect accord with what the Bishop of Llandaff himself says in the letter he wrote to your contemporary on the 11th inst., and published in it on the 12th. Permit me to quote his lordship's own words, and I am sure they will bear me out. Canon Carter was master of the position :—" In justice to the Vicar of St. Woollos and myself, I must ask you for a little space in your next issue, in order to correct your report of the deputation to me in one or two par- ticulars. It is perfectly true that 1 admitted to the deputation my inability to compel the vicar to retain the mission, but it is equally true, although your correspondent has omitted all mention of the fact, that 1 pointed out to the deputation that the mission was about to be closed, not by the Vicar of St. Woollos, but by Canon Carter, chietly because be felt himself unible to accept ceram con- ditions laid down by the vicar with respect to con- fession, and that as these conditions were in perfect accord with my own views upon that subject I could not consistently find fault wish Mr. Bruce for his action in the matter, and that I saw no hope for the continuance of the mission unless Canon Carter could see his way to re- consider his determination, and re-open the corre- spondence which he had recently closed in order to inform Mr. Bruce of his readiness to accept his conditions." What these "conditions" are I know nothing- It is true the Church does permit confession of some sort. But it does not permit what is com- monly known by "auricular confession." For obvious reasons I say nothing further on this point, at any rate at present. I am too much rejoiced to know that this great nest of Ritualism has been at last scattered abroad. whether done by Canon Carter or by the Vicar of St. Woollos. It is mere mawkish sentimentality to talk about the good it has done. was doing, and would do if permitted to live longer in the midst of a town like Newport; where there are plenty of poor wretches who would become anything for a crust of bread, and being petted by "priests" and "sisters" who have, and can have, whatever they or their patrons may say, no other object in view than ultimate and total subjugation to a Church of Rome "—whether the Pope thereof be Canon Carter or Cardinal Pecci. In addition to this, say nothing of the families-the fathers of families-whose minds have been disturbed by the idiosyncrasies of the womenkind of their house- holds, and ali owing to these priests." 1 confess 1, for one, though I may be only one, feel sorry that any compromise or condition was ever entered into witii Canon Carter. Tt takes 1 way a great deal from the credit justly given to the Vicar of St. Woollos for the bold step and the strong hand with which he severed the connection with St. John's Mission. The Church Times and he Ritualists give one reason for the step he has taken. The public give another. 1 will not touch upon that of the Church Turns and the Ritualists, for I do not believe in it. But 1 will on that which is credited to the vicar. I withhold the details, tnd simply say that it all arose from a young complaining to him that she had been tola she should not go to confirmation unless she first went to confession. This was the knife that roused the vicar and ripped up the whole matter. rhe story was told me by one whose brother heard it from the vicar's own lips. And much, very much, to his credit that it was so. Ail true Church- men—real Church of England men—do thank the wear sincerely for it. If the vicar desires it i can give the name in private of my informant; though it was never told me in confidence; still I would not drag it before the public unnecessarily. There is a deal of rubbish talked of in these days about "Schools of thought in the Church, and aer being regarded as broad enough to include all." I am glad his lordship does not father or notice ihat part of the report" which he criticises. I was once weak enough, some twenty years ago, to entertain myself the same siliy "thought." and that, too, in connection with "Clewer" and Canon Carter." The Church of EngUnd is the Church of England, the Protestant Cliurch of Eng- land, and nothing more nor less. Her lines are to be found in her Articles; and, as the famous ecclesiastical judge Dr. Lushington ruled 30years tgo, in the case of Bennett of St. Barnabas, he Aould take nothing but what was found there as belonging to her; no, not even from the Bible." He positively refused the Bible as a witness, except to prove the Articles. My reference to Clewer" is this. When the House of Mercy at Llandaff was started 1 made a pilgrimage to Clewer. Saw the famous Mother," Mrs. O'Brien, who first ruled over Clewer-a real Ladv Abbess" in mind and figure; a cleverer or more woman I never met in mv hfe. A'alter Scott himself never could have imagined a more perfect Lady Abbess. I had a long correspon- dence with her when starting our house at LIan- tatÍ. By this means we got down Miss Irwin, our nrst and most excellent L,. iy Superintendent. The Bishop, the Dear, Archaeacon Blosse, and Canon Leigh Morgan strongly opposed her appointment. 1 should and would have done likewise were it not that the silly nonsense about schools of thought" and "Church of England broad enough for all," &c., with other rubbish besides, stood in the way of loyalty to the Church. So, helped 0y two well known iaymen in the diocese, we carried the day, and got our favourite ap- pointed. She did her best, and did it well; and at ood by us in spite of everything, even to a separation from Clewer. But it did not last long. C'lewer.inust rule everybody and everything, or, no hdp, no connection. There is no reclining under its shadow unless you give yourself, body and soul, to Clewer. Why should I rake up an old story— at any rate now-it may be done hereafter? I' Suffice it to say that the root of all the evil then in L.lanaaff, as now in Newport, was CmŒESS1()N! Print it in capitals. Mr Editor, the laigest you nave, please. It is the Abracadabra of the corrupt Church of Lcgland of the present day. Though wllat Abracadabra mean". as dear old Robert :outiJey saiii, God knows, 1 don t! I had meant to say a good deal more when I 1irt sat down, but I must finish now. "Tide" is just like "time," it wiU wait for nobody, not even for your very obedient servant, JOHN GRIFFITH, Rector of Merthyr.

THE rsAYIGATlON UF LIVERPOOL BAY. The uncertain and changing character of the estuary of the Mersey, which formed the principal argument of the opponents of the late Manchester Snip Canal Hill, and that upon which the measure was mainly rejected, is indicated at a somewhat apropos moment by a notice which has been issued ov the Mersey Docks and Harbour Board. It a.p- peal s that the result of surveys of the Bav of Liverpool by Admiral Spratt, the acting conserva- tor, and his colleagues upon lJe Conservancy Board and in the Marine Surveyor's Department at Liver- pool, is to show thut very yreat modifications have taken plac 111 the channel and banks at the enhance (0 the Mersey. Ai?, a consequence a re- arrangement upon ,1 very Bxtensive scale of the lightships and buoys marking the fairway naviga- tion has been resolved upon, and will be com- menced on the 26th instant, or as soon afterwards as the we.ir her may permit. The chief alterations are the following—The Formby Lightship (red flash-light) wik be shifted 250 fathoms west of its present position: the Bar Lightship (fixed white iight) will be shifted seven-eighths of a mile to the south-west of its present position, and will be moored in 4-5 feet of water at low tide and the masking of the Crosby Lighthouse (fixed white light) will be altered so as to show the light on bearings from K.N.W. W. round to west. The cliange in the buoyage of the estuary are upon a wholesale scale—so much so that the hitherto exist- ing system will be completely altered. Commanders of vessels and pilots will, therefore, find it neces- sary to possess themselves of the details of the new scheme, which may be obtained from the Mersey Dock Office.

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YH HE 1AITH. Pwy y w Mr. J. Scott-Bankes ? Mae yr hen rag farn a'r hen elyniaeth at ein hiaith a'n cenedl liet 1 wyr dreulio alian o fvn wes chwvddedig y Saxonyi eto. Myn y gwr hytiod uchod "ddifodi ein hiaith, am fod trweinidogaetii Gair v Bvwvd. drwy e hoflerynoiiaeth hi, yn ysbeilio y/Eg'lwysydd o'i> cynuileidfaoedd neu, mewn geiriau eraiii, fod yt iaith Gvmreig yn cario cynulleidfaoedct liiosocach yn Ngh\ mru na'r iaith Seisomg wei, onid yw hy n^ j n ffaith a eiiid yn rhesymol ei dysgwyl; onid C> m: u yn benaf yw cartrefle yr iaith a'r genedi hefyd, ac ni chaiff hi fyw mewn'heddac an- rhydedd ar ei hetifeddiHeth ei hun ? Mor vnfvd ac afresyinol y siarada rhai dynion 0 dan ddyinwad eiddigeddaciifts. Ciywch ar Mr. Bankes yn siarad ei opiniwn mewn cysylltiad a'r Eglwys L'r iaith vn y Weekly Mail aID Awst yr 16eg :-Hl::Ii" lordship was a great deal 100 fond of tne Welsh language. It might be very good in some plltces-in fact, de- siratde and he quite admitted that if they couid get the people to worstup in the Churches in the We sh language it might be better, but, his opinion was that when people understood both languages they preferred the English to the Welsh "ervice. He would suggest to his lordship (Bishop of St. Asaph) that he should send some English curates into certain parishes, which woulO enable him to -end a better staff of Welsh clergy te- the districts where they were required. The Non conformists would put up with a man if he fell siiort of the mark; but Church-people were care- ful to see that their clergyman was of sufficient tact and talent. So long as the Welsh language was prevalent, so long would Dissent be rampant. However they might wish to have Welsh services, they could not make tiie people attend them. They wanted England to come into Wales, and not Waies into EngLwJ." Yn awr, us y Gvmraeg sydd yn achosi tod Ymneiiiduaeth yo rampant, iawnaf i gyd yw ei dwyn i'r Eglwys, tei y byuoo hono yn ram- pant hefy-d; onid ydvw yn clia-ithig clywed dyn yn ymgaisam ullt.udio 0'1' Eglwys yr hyn syad yn gwneuthur Ymneiiiduaeth yn Uwvddiant > Ni fyduai orchest yn y lJyd gael cystal loyic a hon o Lansawel! Dau beth sydd Wedi achosi dadfeiliad yr Eglwys yn >'ghymru y peth cyntaf, a'r penal, oedd. ceisio ailtudio yr la:th Or .Eg,wy"iäith y werin, a r unig iaith a ddeailai ac a garai y ran fwyaf 0 boblogneth Cymru y pryd hwnw. Y peth nes.vf oedd penodi offeiriaid feeisonig i iywiol laethau Cyinreig, a,r rliai hyny fynyciiaf y rnwyal dt-dalent a dj-r-rlmi nad oedd ganadynt ofal am ddim ond hunan-dderchafiad a liunan-elw—rhai nad oedd ganddynt y cyriymdenniad lleiaf ag auijhenion ac a tbueddfn.dau y bobi; ac fel Can lyniad naturiol-rhai na aliai y bobi eu caru na u parchu, nac ymgyuiuno a hwy ac eto, myn y Mr Bankes uchod gadw yr un drefn afresyinol uc ortinymus yn y biaen, serch mai hyny sy da wedi haner dinystno dylanwad a defnyddioldeb yr Eglwys! Pe buasai iawnderau y werin Gymreig yn eu cysylttiad a'r Eglwys wedi caelyryst-yriaetti ddyladwy, buasai yr Eglwysi yn liawn o wran- Uawyr o'r inwyaf defosiynol, ac ni fuasai son am Ddadgysylhiad na Daawaddoliad y dydd hedayw. Ac os ywy un wyafrif o'r werin yn myned i'rcapeli, y mae hyny yn herwydd t o bod yr. caei clywed traddodi gwirioneddau yr Etengyl yn iaith effeith- 10I eu hun—iaith, yr hon y mae pub ai,- o honi yn hyawdledd lJyw, a phob brawddeg 0 honi yn alio ysgogiadol; y mae natur a cheif wedi bod rnegys ar eu goreu yn ngiiyfansoddiad yr hen iaith G yru- reig. Y mae tri yallu mawr, y byddai yn dda i Mr. Bankes eu cofio, wedi bod, ac yn bod, yn achosion o lwyddiant Ymneiiiduaeth, set iaili, effeithiol, hyawdledd tradjuduid, a yryu:usd<er meOdw 1; yr hyn ni chaid yn neb 0'1' edlycnod Seisomg a benodidyn yr amseroedd a aethant heibio i lenwi bywiol- laethiu Cymreig. Dylanwad mawr araJlln mhlith Ymneiiiduaeth, ag sydd i raddau pell yn cyfranu tuagat sicrhau ei llwyddiant, yw moes gymdeith- asgar a brawdgarol ei Gweinidogion tuag at eu haelodau a'u gwrandawyr tlodion ac israduol; nid oes dim yn eu hymddygiadau na'u hagweddau ag sydd bob amser yn peri chwi i deimlo eich bodyn fodau israddol iddynt. Y mae eu hut ddasolrwydd yn cael ei leddfu gan hynawsedd ae hawddgarweh brawdol; nid felly y coegyn Seisomg a benodid i'I bywiol""t,hau Lglwj-sig, ystynr ele ei fod yn gwneuthur cymwynas anrhaethol a chwi, os haner gwenai arnocli ac os siaradai air a chwi tybiai fud hyny yn fraint ac anrliydead na ddylid eu Kweinyadu ond yo anaml, rhag iddo lychwino ei fawredd ac halogi ei urddas. Na, na, byddai ei uwchafiaeth tybiedig ef yo ddigon amlwg yn ei wedd, ei iaith, a'l ymddygiad bob amser. Ofnwyd pe buasai Paul byw ynawr, ulai ei gynghor fuasai (>yddtd brawdgarweh, ae Did "parhaed brawdgar- wch." Ond meddai Mr. Bankes yn mheilach, Eisieu dwyn Lloegr i Gymru sydct, ac nid dwyn Cymru i Loegr." Ond ein barn ninau yw, fod gormod o Loegr yn N guy mru yn barod; pe buasai Lloegr heb ddylod enoed i Gymru buasai eir hanibyniaeth genym lieddvw-Guasai ein mwn- gloddiau yn eiddom, ein moesoldeb yn but-, ein Hegiwysi yn llawnion, a Chymry athrylithgar a duwiol yn gweinydùu ei dyieuswyddau-ein hiaith ar bob tafod frodorol, ¡1'1l gogoniant cyntefig het ymadael. Ond yn awr, gauewch 1 ni gael clywed sut yr atebwyd Mr. Bankes gun Esgob gwrolfrydig a chenedigarol o Sant Asaph:—" TI Bisbop said, Mr. Bankes had oniy done him justice when he said that he attached mucii importance to the Welsh language. The Welsh language was the languagt of the poor in the aioce&e and one of the great signs of Christ's coming was that it was to the poor the gospel was being preached. When he came first to the diocese the poor were much neg- lected, Welsh service being held at some places only once a month, and at others once a fortnight, ana even then at inconvenientnours. But he was told now they were not wanteu. Let them go to the Vvelsh chapels and they would find that the services were conducted 111 the language of the people. (Hear, hear.) Tiie V. eisii liao. as much right by trie law oi England to services in their own language as had tue English; and he would not neglect them even though there were only a dozen." (Hear. hear). Yr ydym yn mawr edmygu ptnÙeryniud¡iu yr Esgub. Y mae yn ilefaru ) n eglur a didderbyn- wyneb, a chredwn fod ciiwyluroad er gweil ar gymerydlle, ac welÍi dechreu hefyd mewn cysyih- iad a n penodiadau Eglwysig. Y mae y carn wedd hwn wedi cael ei oddet yn riiy hit, a'll nofieiriaid a thalent frodorol wedi cael en hanwybyddu a'l; hesgeuiuso yn ormodol. Boed bendith y genedi ai ben yr Eob a phob un o dueadiadau cyftelyb. Y mae yn hoft iawn genym yr mdrafod sydd yr cymeryd lie yn awr ac eiiwaith yn y Weekly Mái, yn ngliylchenwuu lleoedd a tharddiad getriau. "V mae "Morien yn agos iawn i'w Ie bron ollb anise yn ei esboniadau geir-darddiadol; aed riiagddu, a,, na ddored ddifriaeth ei wrt.hwynebwyi y mat yn gwneuthur llawer o wasamieth i'w iaitli a' genedi yo y uiodd hwn. Nis gaii pob gwir wlad garwr lai n-i'i barchu adymunoei Iwyduiant. A" Morien," pwy gyamherir—yn ei sereii A'l stil dros ei irudir ? Rhoi i fi'dio air anwit, Kicha Hcb, lia'i nycuu'n hiv. Daw aliait paii wel dwyllwr,—gau arnorr- Hnyaa jjernod i'r or.dwr Biiutnriadau vr athrortwr. Vi tlaeu UnwJd lei cwya dvn. Daw allan, nid i dwyllo—r gwirionedd, Ond 11'1' grawn pur ganddu Hed\ 11 notth 'l1dïi nithio, teir o'i sach hebjjorut u'. Daw allan yn nidw.xlledd—ei gillon, A gwilin n haurnydedd Nj clia gwr ond Uyieujg J¡<tdJ., A ymyro a'" mawiedd. Hyntia trwy dywyll fyn ■>. entydd—Hants Gyda'r lien Arch-dderwydu Hwy il! dau wiunt dywaiii dydd Ar uós. IIAS 6(wyr hauesyad.

Jj A KDDOJs I A.ETI1. "CYITtJDD FY KGHARIAD."—Mac yn eich penillior oruiod o wrth-ddy wediadau, lieu anghysondeb syniiidol. fel ag I deiiyngu eu cyhoeddi, er enghraifft:— Ou nawn yno'n fuan iawn Vinar.lwy!, caluu lawn, 111 will) ddagt'au urnawn Ei pl.iiln:JI t. Paham yr arfei well y fed yicaatcn ddwy waith am yr un weithred Mat- rhywbeth dan tv mron Sydd bron a'111 nwyu 1 !,m. y dd^tar hon, I ivc/i poo rh/w &>vyn. Os i groth y dJ;,¡ear, neu y i,eld yr ydych ar gael eicn dwyr., pit fodd geiiweh tod yno u-tcch pobrhyw gwyn ? Pa synwyr helyd sydu mewn penili gunlyur' — Does g' ibait.li am iacliad ><es i'ni gatl caton tad, 1 blygu with ei LtJril.e<1, 1',) ngharirtd 1 w y n. Y GATH. Un t\f>wog. heinyf, lawen,—a selog Bresw > IYUú ïw pherehen— Yw'r tiath, U', bath iiici oes ben- 1 huuo y lygoden. Vicerdy PelJycI""û.u. Jiynwy. J. P. D. EN ^rL Y.\ A gylansoddwyd pan yn gwrandaw ar y 0)1 Asgellog ar Fachludiau liaul. Miwsig 1<'[;11 y nieusydu—yit swynol wybrenyud Melus yw y moli sydd— Y I! ilaiiw r ileuyrcli 11 jnydd. Vicerdy PlIyc1nwd.u. J. P D. Y GWYDDEL. Y Gwyddel Mi:i dinnweud—peu frad.n, A'i IryJ!i1' gelaneud Gwael ei wis. gwelw ei wedd, Cl lunio 1,1J PhoTO.

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