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JHE IND&STBIES OF WALES AND THEIR NOTABLE MEN. TU RIGIlT or TBANSLATIOH IS RESURV-- By Charles Wilkiiis. HEALTH AND HOLIDAY RESORTS OF WALES. ¡ *88 ROAD TO THE WELLS ¡ AND SEASIDE. I MAY HEW, OF SBWQOD, OSK OF THE FOUNDERS OF PCNCH." ¡ 1t is not the drone that deserves the recreations relaxations of life, but the busy bee; no one ^.0fe 80 than the collier and ironworker. We have eo with hfni in the coal mine, in the mill, seeing bitn making rails,or turning out tin bar,and now,by *ay Of variation in the course of his labour, let us ,low hi CQ to the Weila and to the seaside, and 1I0t4, the quiet, but satisfactory, way in which he takes his holiday. Our worker is improving1 decidedly. The valley Is no longer his boundary, md his wanderings are king him not only to the old home in Cardigan- ( j. e» from whence so many hove come, but to ^°wdonian heights, to the crystal-covered shores t# Llandudno's silver/ sr.nd, and to the flebbledbeachof Aberystwith. Nay, more, he is ktually found watching Buffnlo Bill, fcauntt-ring tbtough the Crystal Palace, having a day in the ) ^rkshop of the world, Hirming! nm, or standing I '"tranced in the fairy gardens of Manchester, Be going further afield every year, but the mass c "g to home resorts, and Wales, with its varied attractions, amply suffices for the many. attractions, amply suffices for the many. So let us confine ourselves to Wales, and note, 110L only the worker, but the employer, the cüal. ?i*l'ner' the ironmaster, the manager. Die clerks, and • •hoala of other respectable men of trade ond I)tofessior who are either taking holidays as we ^rite, or who have been our immediate forerunners holiday resorts; who have realised, or who are tellsing, tbis one of the most glorious and sunniest Of years, a year with more sunshine in the sky '11d more glory upon the corn than" e have ever Held. file Taff Vale, Brecon, Riiymuey, Great Western, *d Wales, London and N .rth Western, and the ^tobrian Railways, these have been our lines *ftd thankful should we be to them and for excur- Qnist times. Without our railways the distance ffQ¡n Cardiff, any, to the North Walian Const ^Ould forbid the trip, and the men of adjoining COUnties even would be strangers. It is the rail- "'¡1"9 which have brought about all this shaking of hands with distant kinsmen, this making of ^*ends with the people of remote districts. But r railways we should relapse into the old world j^ste of things, and uo more know tho natives of a u&dred miles away than we know the Laplander the South Pacific islander. But for railways 6 should be narrow in views, limited in know- ledg., prejudiced la opinion, and the mind, which 18 our world, would not be tilled, as it is, with the tntnoriad panorama of tha fair scenes, the beauties Of earth, and sea, and sky, which form our mental lIoce in hours of quietties-4 and solitude. .l'he Central Station at Merthyr is the place ^here journeyers from Cardiff, Khondda, and the ale of Neith uieet. And the station, with its great span, is about as fine a structure as the j ^HropoJia of the iron and coal trade can show. *l'e the excursionists meet, we say, and the opectacia is always an interesting one, and quite a strast to that often afforded on the London and °rth Western platform, when, as often happens, tl-t. first stage is Liverpool, the second and final ^erica, and the probability is that, for the aged "»er or mother who is seeing the emigrant off, *re wiil never, this side Jordan, be a greeting 'tll.in. JJow all is fun and jest. The whole train- tUI is bound on a mission of enjoyment, of well- rest, and there is nowrloud on the horizon. 6 are off J aad, after n few stations, Pontsticyll reached, when the Newport contingent conase and the through coaches of the Cambrian their appearance. These are elegant 8tructures, with side looking glasses and pictures Of the beauties of the North to alternate with the peasant spots of Mid Wales in lessening the 8,lgth of the journey. The Brecon Beacons are literally mighty, the barriers dividing the mining and industrial districts generally from the &rest expanse of holiday resort; and the tunnel of Torpantau may be regarded as he opening in whose gloomy recesses may lurk, you like, not only the cloud vapour of the loco- o«ive, but the Drngon of Arthur, guarding the r land beyond. Up to this opening Uiere has little to see but smoke and vapour, and Othing to hew but the roar of wheels and the bl 4-st of furnaces, but once through the great hills 'Qd, hey, presto! all is changed. You are in ^itzerlandl running down a steep gradient by of the hill, a valley far below you, with a pandering river, and small farms, and farm hidings filling in the picture. Opposite you are tite giant hilis, cultivated to within a few hundred '<b of the top, and on this top rises and falls tilt snowy vapour of cloudland, now rising *^3 Permitting the sun to stream down on white- washed farm, and tiny clicireii, and fidlds of golden ^rn, (md fugged streams, tbeu falling again, and "•a cloud mantle, fleecier than of wooh 'oePIS down, uncoiling aad stretching itsolf out, a t4lng of life 4nd of beauty. Ai we iook at the loud, that seem to have an action apart from the "'inq memory of Tenby eotaea baqfe to us. 'l'he Castle hill, a d'f k night, a sentry near You have seen strange sights," said we in the ku" of a narrative. "llmve," he gaid •» but one "t the strangest was a battle between clouds. It will, ^i'k night, but the moon came out a little, and %e I distinctly saw two great clouds, black as fcht, advancing towards onj another, and there not a breath in the air. Mountains looked '41'11 by their side. It was nlalH, and death dark, om tb iQous, overwhelming, and they ciashed, end I e great roar that followed seemed as though it ,°uld split the world." Not so our cloud, snowy, ai*tiful, a thing to charm, the cap of the moun- gracefully biding the ravage and track of the j are a merry. party ia the trsifli and u it I •"v. } 'ft .I\ glides down there comes to us tl\t sound of many voices, pleasant laugh and song. We are holiday making! We are bound for the Wells; foe the sea- side. Grave coalowners from Cardiff are with us, and colliery managers from the valleys, and a sturdy lot of Rhondda colliers, pilgrims for the Wells. And bluff farmer-like men from the hills, square of shoulder and developed in stomach, with comfortable looking women, still in winter costume, though the sun is at 90 in the shade of the carriages. And Aberdarians and Merthyrians and Dowlaisites nnd the natives of Brynmawr, dwellers in the hills and on the plains. The long descent is ended, and we are at Taly- bont. On the right the woods of 0 wynne Holford planted by the late mayor to represent the exact disposition of the British forces at Waterloo; on our left the Usk, just coming into view as it broadens out and become? piscatorially attractive. Talyllyn is reached, with a distant view of the lake, which is still part of the possession of the Bishop of Llandaff, nd after a brief rest, first Talgarth is gained, then "Three Cocks," one more rest., and we enter upon the scenery of the Wye, here a broad and beautiful river, as worthy of the music and goug it has received as it is when it streams tranquilly by Monmouth town and Tintern shade. Past Boughrood, and we are getting into histork ground. First Erwood, where, let it never be forgotten, Purclk was born! The place of its nativity was Erwood Inn t The house is renovated now, painted within and without, and it* ancient character is brushed away, but in our recollection it was an old hostelry, with quaint settles and old fashioned chairs, and its ale was of that sort which a Warwick poet Mid was enough In itself to sustain man. Here is the ditty: Here old John Kamiatl lies, who, counting by the tale, Lived three score yettre and ion, aueh virtu was in ale 1 Ale was 1118 meat, ale was his drink, ale did his heart revive, And could he still have drunk his ale be still had been alive. In the good old times ale was the great drink in Wales; ales and cakes the enjoyments at all hey- days and holidays. Erwood Inn fifty years ago or less was kept by a retired butler who had been with one of the county families, the Green Prices, or Baileys,or Thomaees,of Welifeld, and as it was a good spirting district many a London man on a visit to one of the leading families found out the merits of tho Erwood aia when tramping back with his salmon, his grouse, or his partridges. I Near by, in exile, necessitated by his debts, lived one of the brothers Mayhew, who was occasionally visited by another of the genial family, and thus it came about Uut the London visitors at the hall and elsewhere audMeyhew, kizideed spiz-its, found themselves not unfrequently together in the cosy bar of Erwood. The old butler was an excellent judge of wine; the London sportsmen were men of means. What more natural than that at these gatherings the flow of wit and humour would be unceasing, the tilt and joust of intellect ofconamon occurrence, and 'fhat more natural than that a desire should be aroused to preserve all these good things and enlarge the appro-ving circle; and the tale runs, that at one of these meetings of wits and scholars, the idea was first mooted of starting a publication that should scathe and yet umuse and instruct, be a blending of rare scholarship and pungent wit and quaintest counsel, tilt with keen lance at infamy, give benignant homily to all good. Tilus amongst the Radnorshire hills, not far from the scene where Prince Llewelyn met his death we place, on excellent authority, the nativity of our national Mentor. You can see little of Erwood as the train rushes br. especially in leuff summer time, when the dense woods hang over "wandering Wye" and bide the view but it is worth one's while to journey from Builth, and walk down the quiet, highway, and look in at ttie place wliere our merriest of friends came into the world. Pearls are said to be the expressions of intense pain. Poor Tom Hood, in his darkest hour of misery anlb listase, spake his finest jests, and who snows but that the exile, hiding from bailiff Moneyless often in want, may in the war of wit have risen to tbeOlympiai>»and forgotten his woes in the brewing of intellectual nectar. And it must have been the nectar of the gods. From gloom and despondency ha would be elevated to the seventh heaven, and take no second-rate part in Lhe merry feast of reason and flow of soul. Aberedw is our next locality of interest, and as this deserves a notice at length,in connection with the last Prince of Wales, it shall form the subject )f our paper next week.

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