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I Notes from Tongwynlak Tan s Weil, and Nan girw, [BY CAUNAW-Y-CASTELL COCH] Who is the Cadnaw?" is the question that has tnoved a thousand lips during the past month. Some say he is of Welsh descent, and others add that he is a native of Taff's Well. There are not a few who think he is a Baptist. The Baptist minister at Gwaslodygarth is said to be in a state of rampant indignation in consequence of his having bean frequently charged with being tne Cadnaw in ministerial garb. When this news reached the Castellated Cavern it was received by th: fa-inaw family with such relish that the foundations of the old castle shook with reverb-1 r ating laughter. It is quite true the Cadnaw fell into the foundation ditch of the new bridge and was baptized, but let us rememSer that that was baptisru by accident and not by appointment. An iftvoluntarv immersion does not make a Baptist. The important question Who is the Cadnaw?" has since given way to another quite as momentous, viz., TY'here is the Cadnaw?" Has he been caught and killed, or is he deid or dying? Vvneve is the Cadnaw? As a rule he hnds it very difficult to say much of himself for while he was yet young the following advice was strongly inculcated and the impression still remains— e. ,I Neither speak well nor ill of yourself, If well, men will not believe you If id. thev will believe a good deal more than you say." And -a all. if I must speak of myself, I must speak i. During the past week I have been closelv confined to my Cavern home with a violent attack of fever. I am pleased to say that there is every sign of mv having passed through the hot stage although at this moment I am very thirsty, and my throat is so parched and dry that I am able oulv with pain and difficulty to dictate these few words to my faithful amanuensis. At the usual time of going to press last week my case was so critical that to Hiink of preparing anything for publication would have been madness. Indeed at one time the veins of the throat were pulsating so stronglv that had the proprietor of the White Rose examined me, he would have thought my case must soon end in delirium and death. I am much better, and now how my heart leaps with joy at the prospect of recovery. The following lines of Lyttelton's were never so well understood by the Cadnaw as to-day:— 41 Alas' by some degree of woe, we every bliss must gain. The heart can ne'er a traaspoxt know that never knew a pain." Who is the Cadnaw ? was the first question— where is the Cadnaw? was the second, and I am charitable enough to think that many of my kind friends will now anxiously add another question, viz., Hew is the Cadnaw:, Every effect must have an adequate cause—so say the scientists. They might add that fever is caused by the depredations f a myriad micro- soopic germs or microbes. But where could the Cadnaw have met .lie cloud of germs virulent enough to produce that fall fever? Where? I will tell you where. It was yesternight fortnight when returning from Nantgarw and in passing Taff's Well. In order to avoid being worried by the usual enemies, I took to the Taff Vale Rail- way. I kept on that side of the line nearest Taff's Well in order that I might catch any interesting whispers which might be floating in the night air. When opposite Tabor-street and between the street and the railway it was so dark and the air was so pestilential that I could not for the world tell either by scent or by sight whither my feet would lead me. I was at the moment in a state of intense bewilderment. Confusion soon became consternation, for I found my feet had sunk in the gutter of slimy filth. I could not move a limb. '• Oh dear," sa'd I, "what will became of me? Frank o'r Tai's Sweeper or Fullalove's Pattey will be here before I am able to move." I was there for fully I'alf-an-hour struggling in the mire. and it was only by a supreme effort I managed to extricate myself. My brush — and a Cadnaw is as proud of his brush as a Chinaman is of his pigtail—was in a condition I will not condescend to describe. I fled home under a load of malaria, feeling thankful withal that the Tabor- street greyhounds did not eat me alive. Well e,, might I have taken up the leper's cry: Cnciean, ^Unclean! I had a bath-a douche—on my arrival, but derived only superficial benefit. The ultimate consequence is known to you- a terrible fever. Who is responsible for keeping that ditch between the end of Tabor-street and the railway in a healthy condition. I am unwilling to blame the tenants, for it may be thev have no better place to throw the refuse from their houses. On the other hand, if they could avoid heaping filth m near their dwellings they ought to do so. It is a most dangerous state of things. The spot was cleared a short time ago, but on the old system it will soon be H,3 it was again. goo-i deal of gossip (I hear from Nantgarw) has been the result of the appearance recently in local paper of a somewhat inaccurate account of a marriage that took place not long ago at Groes- wen. It «<n an attempt to bring to the ridiculous "by fch-i '-rednctio ad absurdum" process. Such at feast is the geneial impression at the Castell- ated Cavern. Two miles of carpet would make a big roll, bit its immense proportions would not be eq ta' to the amount of envy (if envy can be measured) which the writer displayed through that account. I am glad the parties concerned stand upon too high a pedestal in the public respect for this poisoned arrow to reach them. How true it is that— Base envy withers at another's joy And hates the excellence it cannot reach. I am quite sure the inhabitants of Taff's Well and Peutyroh will hear with profound regret of the death of Mrs Amelia Thomas, who for about 20 years was proprietor in charge of the Junction Ferry at Walnut Tree. Her son Tom will greatly mourn the loss of his mother; he having lost his father years previously is, as far as parents are concerned, abne in the world. We offer Tom our heartfelt; sympathy. I hope he will see in this dark cloud a light above the brightness of the sun—a light that will reveal to him the golden lustre of the strait gate and the happy security of the narrow but living way. Since I heard of her death I have been very forcibly struck with the remarkable analogy "existing between the history of the boat and its i r round and the history of man, soul and hod'/ in the fleeting and transitory conditions of our earthly life. Brooding over these things has .given my mind a somewhat poetic turn with what iesu!fc I must leave others to judge. Our time—that swiftly flowing river, Our lire—that slender chain thrown over, The boat our body. and the occupant our soul; Home on by waves that never ceasing roll, Adown the stream to that unending sea, The broad expanse of vast eternity! We safetv cross and oft recross the river And think the chain will bear the strains for even, But sudden as a peal of loudest thunder The tempest comes and snaps the chain asunder! The b )at is then a wreck upon the river, i he soul is free, to be, to be for ever. I was very pleased to hear of the presentati n lately made to the Rev Joshua Thomas, Baptist minister for many years at Tongwynlais, now rtmoved to Pontypridd. We have known him for years as a highly respectable and respected minister of the Gospel. He has been most fortunate in having a genial partner. We heartily wise them God-speed in the new sphere of labour. —— L I thought of noticing the recent Thanksgiving Services at Taff's Well Church arid Gwae'odygaith Baptist chapel—the good sermons of tile former and the services of the latter in English and Welsh can be only be mentioned. There is a vast jTLtmber of questions calling for attention apart from those relating to the coming Cadnaw Confer- ence. I can only hope that my health will con- tinue to improve for the work is becoming very onerous.

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