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IT WOULD INDEED BE A HARD CASE if all men were alike, and generally of a body -of men, who- ever or wherever they may be, it is rare to find not one dissentient voice. Our own. opinion for in- stance may be highly obnoxious to some people, but the real question in all cases ultimately is, What is the opinion of the majority? Consequent- ly, in nearly every case, the minority share the praise or blame of the majority, in so far as they form part of the same body. And it is only when a distinction is drawn between the one party and the other, that the action of the minority, if wrong, ..I! (as the wrong side will always eventually be in the minority,) shows the folly of contending against .1 what is right and proper, whilst on the other hand, if right reflects honor on them, that they have had the courage in some cases to detect and show up specious statements, in others to resist overpower- ing odds, and in all cases to act as men who feel that onwards should be the watchword of every mal1..and every town that is not desirous of being left behind in the race of life. We intend these few observations to be taken as a rider to a com- munication which appeared in our impression of last week. We did not at all mean to convey that the promoters of stagnation or retrogression in this town were having it all their own way, they have certainly made some (we hope temporary) converts, but there is a remnant still left of good men and true promoters of the real interests of this Borough, which might, from the situation which nature has endowed it, be one of the health- iest in Great Britain, and as the capital of the richest agricultural and pastoral district in Wales, be the centre of trade and commerce, especially if one or two good companies (limited) could be started,-limited also we mean to making profit by their shares only. We remember reading in a volume of Kingsley's a very amusing account of a race of people called the "Know I Nothings," in whose land there grew a species of tree called the "flapdoodle," the people used to lie under these trees and the wind use to shake down the fruit into their mouths; the pigs, too, there ran about ready roasted with a carving knife and fork stuck into them, but of course, from being roasted, they never grew, nor ever had any progeny to succeed them, as also the flapdoodle" trees for want of culture they fell off, and finally after a time disappeared. The story, which is in itself highly instructive, then proceeds to narrate how they degenerated from one thing to another, until the last we hear of them is, that there was only one representative of the race left, who fell before the bullet of a mighty hunter, with these his last words in his mouth-a babababoo-Am I a man and a brother? Let us take warning from this, and tender our heartfelt thanks to those who would not admit that this Borough is crippled by debt, but contend rather that its resources are elastic, that a brilliant futnre is opening before it, that it is only necessary to be up and doing-to stretch forth one's hand and grasp the reality-to make it our own. —Communicated.



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