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anb OlUtt the NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS. "GAS."—The whole case is that if the mattei had gone to arbitration the Gas Com- pany would have put) in claims amount- ing to considerably more than £100,000. If the Bill promoted by the Corporation hid passed the matter would have had to go to arbitration whether the Corpora- tion liked arbitration or not. "MOVKNER."—The frequent attention called to the state of the Aberystwyth Ceme- tery has for its object something more than the putting in order of that place the main objects are to show that the con- ditions there only illustrate tne condi- tions elsewhere, and to make clear the fact that the Town Council is powerless. Look at the Trefechan pig colony. "TOWYN."—There is nothing so difficult to create and to maintain as a right muni- cipal spirit. There is vour own school question. "CHURCH MEMBER."—What do you know about the hereafter that I do not know. or that other people do not know—Roman Catholics, for instance. Do not be quite so cocksure about the unknowable. "A.M."—Why are you so very careful to tell me that you do not always agree with me P Is there anybody vou always agree with? I present vou with a case. You must judge for yourself and reach your own decisions. A BALANCE OF ACCOUNT. At a London County Court last week a person was sued for a balance of an account for a bag of eighty-one pound of dried flies at eightpence per pound. The judge asked what on earth the litigants did with dried flies. The answer was that dried flies are used in the making of chicken fcod. Here is more work for the unemployed. They can go about in winter and explain that they are out of employment) because their business is slack as their work in summer is drying flies and flies are scarce in winter! STBANGE LIGHTS. Mrs Jones, it is said. still sees the strange lights. Ah, well, there is nothing like having 4 good conceit of yourself. I do not believe in lights of this kind, but it1 is quite possible they are seen. In certain places many things are seen which do not exist. MURDERERS. In my opinion the real murderers are not j men or women who in a moment of passion take the life of a fellow creature: they are to some extent excusable. The real murderers are people who supply adulterated food. The other day a wretch was fined £20 and JS50 costs for supplying a hospital with margarine instead, of butter. That wretch deserved hanging far more than the poor creature who out of jealousy" or hate takes the life of one fellow creature in a moment of passion. An- oihe-r scoundrel was fined JB50 and costs, in London, for sending diseased beef to the Cen- tral London Market. It was explained that he had bought a dying cow from a local farmer for 10s. and at once killed, dressed, and sent it to London. If I had my way I would hang a criminal of this sort without the least compunction. This. is the worst possible offence there is. It is worse than treason, or forgery, or murder, and the person who is guilty of itl ought to be treated without mercy. EACH IN HIS LITTLE PLACE. There are about sixteen hundred millions of people in the world and most of them from the places which they occupy wish they were somewhere else, or that' their condition was different. Nearly every one feels that. the other per- son is better off, or happier, or less troubled, or more fortunate, or less afflicted than he is himself. This is not a frame of mind that tends to pea-oc and comfort, but then most people are not at peace or in comfort, yet they believe that other people either are or ought to be. I have thought a great deal about different conditions of life and various degrees of human happiness and it seems to me that there is room in the world for skilled instructors in the art of happiness. Just. think of it. I once knew a man who was a town councillor, a borough magistrate, and a deacon; he had also been chairman of a public meeting which was announced by great posting bills whore his name appeared with Enquire after it, and J:' yet he was not happy, although all the police- men touched their hats to him. He wanted to be an alderman in addition, and I believe jf he gets that honour he will want something else. That person feels aggrieved if anybody else gets anything. I have been told that even if a man gets a Cymmrodorion medal, or a peerage, it is quite possible for him to be unhappy, yes, even if he has an American degree thrown in or wins a seat in Parliament. It is a well- authenticated fact, I understand, that there 1J.re several of the six hundred and seventy members of Parliament who are not- as happy as they would like to be. I have seen it in print somewhere that uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. I should think so in- deed. A crown is the last thing I should think of wearing when I was lying down. During the ccurse of the past sixty years I have passed through several conditions of life and have come to the conclusion that hap- piness depends mainly on a condition of mind and on the view a person takes of things. TRat was a wise fox which said the grapes which he could not get were sour, but he would have been wiser still if he had admired the grapes in the sunshine and had not tried to persuade himself they were sour just be- cause they were out of his reach. Envy is a. great bar to happiness, so is greed, but I think the greatest hindrance to happi- ness is fear—all sorts of fear—fear of poverty, fear of sickness, fear of death, fear of pain, fear of rivals. My experience is that nothing is as bad as fear makes it and nothing is as good as desire pictures it. I am writing these words in the sunshine. The fire in the grate is pale in the bright light of it. This morning there was snow on the ground. The sky is cloudless. In trying this morning to see each in his little place and to measure what is happiness and what is unhappiness, I have been happy in a quiet unostentatious sort of way. It is a great thing to see the February sun and the blue sky and to write what you think without fear and with no other desire than to express your- self. One of life's greatest sources of happi- ness is power of full expression. One of the reasons why many people are not happy in their possessions is that they were not happy before they obtained the posses- sions. In the course of my life I have fre- quently refused to strive for what other people deemed to be desirable things. It was easier and pleasanter and altogether more comfortable to do without them. Very early in life I found that there were graveyards (0 everywhere, and that sickness and bereave- ment and poverty and pain are everywhere. I heard about a person who had to walk with peas in his shoes and who boiled his peas. I have spent my time in boiling my peas and in getting fun out of what might have been calamities. There is a very good saying in Wales, that you should never cross your bridges until you come to them'. Most people are always busy crossing inu ginary bridges, or are standing disconsolate by the brink of roaring torrents whose bridges have been swept away. Each person in his own little place may enjoy a gcod deal of suviinline and may see great spaces of blue sky and may hear most pleasant sounds if he does not spend his time in wishing he was somewhere else, and that he was somebody else, and that he had some- puna; else to do. It is astonishing how small a ———" portion of the world is big enough for you if you are wide awake, and how few things you really' want if you do not measure your re- quirements by other people's possessions. The only things worth having are the things that come to you because you are fit for them be- cause theyl complete you in some way and make you more alert to the good that is all round about you: let the evil go. NO NEED FOR WORDS. All that life means is never told in speech, And what is told we fail to understand. Words are too crude to tell the subtle things That life and love and hate and jealousy can feel, And hope and fear and doubt and rapture know; Silence is far more eloquent than speech. My darling, you and I: we need no words! I look into your eyes. That is enough. I see the lights and shadows on your face, Or hear the faintest tremour in your voice, And I am with you in your grief or joy And comprehend all that remains unsaid. We sit together by the sounding sea, Or ramble side by side through whispering woods, Or watch at home the flicker of the fire, Or listen to the wandering wind outside. It is not in the power of human words To tell the secrets soul reveals to soul In that close fellowship which silence means To those whom love has brought to one ac- cord. We will not tell each other what we feel. For what one knows the other also knows, And so- there is no need for clumsy words Where hearts are true and beat in unison. THE SHABBY SIDE OF POLITICS. The City of London has returned Mr A. J. Balfour by a majority! of 11,340 against the majority obtained by Mr Gibbs of 10,706. This contest I think was a shabby one. Just as the contest in Carnarvonshire against Mr William Jones was a shabby one. In Carnavonshire, the candidate was put to expense and in the City of London Mr. Bal- four, who is not of robust health, was put to trouble and anxiety. In his case, the expense was not of consequence. There was no hope of winning the City of London for Liberalism any more than there was hope of winning Arvon for Conserva- tism. These contests reveal the shabby side of politics. Mr. Balfour is ill owing to the turmoil of two contested elections. I think it is a great pity that' this contest should have been. No principle" was at stake; no seat was at stake. Nothing was at) stake, but a shabby desire to put Ir. Balfour to trouble. I do not believe in that sort of political strife, and I am not particularly averse to a fight. OF COURSE. It has been discovered that William Good- win, the novelist, was a Welshman. Of course, so was George Washington, as is proved by the fact that- he oculd not tell a lie. THOSE MEDALS. If I could do so without hurting the mind of the Cardiff Tory paper I really should like to know what is being done about the distri- bution of Cymmrodorion medals. I should also like to know how many medals the society has in stock. A pOSER. A boy of six hearing his parents talking about cremation asked at last what cremation meant. The process was explained as well as was possible and he was told that some people kept the ashes in urns in their houses. "And what do they do with the gravy," he asked, and the subject was promptly aban- doned. The Coast. J.G.

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