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Gipsy Camp Flooded.

.. The Dumfries Bye-Election.



OLD MILES." The Difference Between Lord and Labourer. What a Welshpool Tradesman Said. The Ladder of Society. CHAPTER XIX. We will sav to our opponents, If you say that the I world is too old to be cured, that the broach between lord and labourer must remain as bad as it is, we will argue with you upon that. If you say that labourer and lord are both really happier as they are than they would be by any possible scheme of equality, we will arsrue with you on that. But if you say that the lord is lord because he is better than the labourer, because he has a master mind or a master morality, or an organizing capacity or a Viking strain, or any of those things-if you say that, we will not argue with you, we will not listen to you, we will not believe you, for you do not believe yourselves. The great false doctrine of the modern Tories, then, is this They believe in the deserving rich and the undeserving poor. Men are rich because they have laboured and sacrificed, and men are poor because they have sinned and laid waste. That is the new Tory doctrine, and it is a self-evident lie.—Mr G. K. CHESTERTON in The Daily NewB,' July 3rd and 17th, 1909. Walking out about nine o'clock last Monday morning from Welshpool, over the Red Bank, towards the cottage where Willillm Miles, the aged rural labourer and gardener dwells on Groespluan Jommon," you would meet many a herd of cattle and flock of sheep. Cottagers and their pigs, farmers and their men, were travelling towards the town to the Smithfielrl. It was tho second fair in July-generally known in the locality, though not so marked on the almanack, as Lord Powis's fair," because the Rent Day or Shearing Day" would be on the morrow. It was as yet early for anyone to be playing on the golf links which adjoin the road. But, basking in the warm morning sunshine, Powysland looked at its very best. And yet (writes an 'Express') man) I could hardly take my eyes away from the printed words of a 20th century British prophet, who sends forth his message to the country every Saturday on page 6 of' The Daily News.' "Old Miles" would like to have a chat with Mr Chesterton. Both of them know the Bible, and naitber mince words, I thought, as I read the following lines: But, if a man says that in his experience the thrifty thrive and only the unthrifty perish, then (as St. John the Evangelist says) he is a liar. This is the ultimate lie, and all who utter it are liars." By reason of his strength the veteran Powys- land peasant has passed his four score years, yet is his strength labour and sorrow-he is racked by sciatica, and he is lcnely in his poor (although picturesque) cottage. But through his mind in the Paradise of Wales there had been passing some such thoughts as were penned by the Great Man of Fleet-street. Old Miles," too, in the course of our chat, was ready for an argument upon the relative merits of lord and labourer. There's a young fellow up here from below Manchester," said be," over 100 miles from here —I asked him how trade is—he come to see me Saturday night. He said, 'TRADE SEEMS TO THRIVE A BIT.' But this is down there. Trade canna thrive; trade is never going to thrive so long as the working man is out of employment; it's the workingman as gets trade up. If the stuff's not consumed, how is it going to thrive ? Poor old X, tradesman in the town here, said he would rather see workingmen come into his snop any day than the rich men. My wife, her always dealt with him-he had always the best things in the town—and he gi'ed her a nice great big table- cloth. Mrs Miles,' he said, Here I'm going to nuke you a present of a good table-cloth. You've never given me no bother when you come to the shop like some—I've to turn half the shop out for 'em, and perhaps they take nothing of account at last. I'd rather see the working-class come into my shop. The big uns come here; they want three or six months' credit, and perhaps not pay- ing it at all.' He cat them up sharp. But there it is to-day. I should like to have an argument with some i of these big uns, I would. There's not an inch difference in us. All the difference is what they have made by robbery, and accumulating, the dressing in fine clothes. They came into the world naked, nothing but flesh and blood, same as you and I. The lord's not so good as the labourer! He's not so good He's not so good! He's not so good, sir! Fine feathers make fine clothing. It's the feathers they have got. Well, take them feathers off them, and put the workman by the side of one of them, and put them to get their own bread, which is the best man ? And the Lord told Adam, By the sweat of thy brow, go out, and work now.' Go and put a lord against one of the poorest men he's got in his gardens, to eat the tame food, and to sweat at the same work. If you had to employ one of them—they're dressed alike-you want a man-which of them are you going to employ to do the work ? You say, 'THIS ONE IS GOOD FOR NOTHING.' Oh! That's the one that had his fine feathers plucked. There's no difficulty in putting them men down, if you use Scripture. Fine feathers make fine birds. There was a peacock at .Trelydan, when I was waggoner at Burnt House-that's many years ago. They had one at the top of the barn, and many used to have them. The peacocks were no use, only bawling about the place-but as sure as ever you heard a peacock bawling it was sure to be rain. The big uns aren't that use to us. They canna tell you when it's coming rain or whether it is coming sunshine. The old peacock there used to bawl above a Mt afore rain. The peacock had fine feathers and fine tail, like the big uns. They have fine tails dragging down. Old Needle, when preaching in the Wesleyan Chapel in town here many years ago, said they had enough stuff to clothe the poor children in the town. He said- plainer than what I am saying, with more of it- If you'd cut that stuff off the end of your skirts, that's dragging in the dirt, you'd have enough stuff to clothe these poor children in the town Them is the soit of fellows we want, thousands of 'em; they'd sweep the country, take it by violence, and the violent would take it by force. The poor man is poor to a certain extent because he canna help himself. Even when he is born he is put in a bad position and poverty, till he canna get enough off those that are in power. When he commences his career in life, he canna get enough of wage to support him with sufficient clothing and shoes. Well, of course, he is poor all the timo, and, instead of having what is necessary for the daily wear, he very likely canna have a penny to put by anywhere, when the other has been accumulating out of the poor fellow, out of his labour; instead of giving him Is for what he was doing, he would perhaps give him 6d. Thesé is the chaps that has been accumulating out of the poor, and then begin to ridicule the poor at last. PEOPLE IS TOO 'MILLENIUM.' People say, Miles, you're too rough.' I'm not too rough,' I say. I say what I mean, else I wouldn't speak.' No. There's too much of this soft soap used. If the Saviour had used soft soap amongst the Scribes and Pharisees, He would would have been accepted. But He was reiected. He told 'em soon what they were—hypocrites! You have taken the key of the Kingdom, and you won't enter in yourselves, nor you won't let them, that would, enter. You have got the authority and power, and you would just control men on this earth as you please, and they must submit to you.' The Saviour soon told 'em. Oh they said, He's mad. He hath a devil. Why do you hear him ?' And Paul said to Festus,' I'm not mad, most noble Festus. But I I speak the words of soberness and truth.' If the poor was as the rich, this world wouldn't stand to-day. You want an explanation of that? You shall have it. If these poor could have seen the same light as what these rich has, and they had been for accumulating as fast as what they could, there would have been war, they would have been destroying one another quickly. If the poor har* the same eye and energy as the rich, they would be one robbing another, and we should come to something directly. As old Needle said, when he was preaching, The master says, Lock from their servants," and the servant says, Well, we'll work him when we get a chance." All the poor would be working, and, if their poor heads was put together, they would soon draw the rich down. The big uns would call the army out. Bnt what would they do, if all the poor was united together? But there's many in the army as would turn with them. There's many in the army, I daresay, doesn't like it. A lot would fly out, arm and all, and the big uns would have to come down, or their heads would be all off, and they would seize their land and their inheritage and properties. You know what my Book says, t Woe to the man that is adding house to house and land to land.' The Owner of the universe, THE OWNER OF THIS EARTH, has said that, not man. I should have been a sore fellow, if I'd been capable and qualified for something. But my head would have been off long ago. I should have done with this world (my wife used to tell me that), and yet-I mightn't. That's where it is. The working class, I've always said, has been the biggest tools in the world. Give 'em half-a-pint or pint of beer at elections, and get 'em to meetings. 'Oh I That's the fellow! The Captain for ever! And Rees for ever I' The big uns have been climbing up step-by- step the ladder for many years. But HOW there's some of the t'others as has got awore' of it as has started at the foot to climb after them. They will go up step-by-step after them till they touch the beggar over at the top and break his neck the other side. That's what it will come to just now, only the ladder will be very long. It has taken either the big un or his fo-efather before him a long time to get up It might be a short ladder when he started. And then he got another ladder and another step in it, and another and another, till he got a long way up it. It's the men as they have got under foot as is their ladder. And then they are stepping all the while on everyone they can—everyone is a step in the ladder. They take 20 acres here or 10) acres of land there—there's another step in the ladder. He goes on looking out again. Here's another, an acre perhaps. I wish I'd been educated—I'd ha' gi'ed them ladder But, however, perhaps it's all the better for me as it is. No doubt it is, i ONLY IT ANNOYS ME. I know what I should like to do if I had the power to do it. To think of three frogs coming out o' the dragon's mouth, and three out of the beast they had been worshipping, and three out of the false prophet. Nine evil spirits to go out into the world to tempt people. I read that yesterday. My big Bible is all to pieces-I canna do what I would with it-it's all droDned off to niAAflS Scripture's not looked up for this world's study, For this world's reform. We ought to ask ourselves—and a good many ministers as professes to believe the truth—' How has the truth been so backward for so many years ? Because, I suppose, it didn't get a majority, and the majority as bad authority didn't feel they were molested much, and it didn't matter about their brother; they left it go on till the shoe is now pinching heavier. Not all the ministers is travailing for the reform of this world. Easy life. The door opens and shuts pretty well. And the floors has carpets. They don't like to argue with the big uns. If they're getting a crust peaceably, it dinna matter about the poor fellow as anna got a crust in the house. I see it all, and I know it all—never going to be no better till there is no respecter of persons. The lamb is to feed with the lion. We have the lions to-day, and the poor sheep touching their heads to them. and obeying them. The question is this, What has brought us poor?' Wastrels and paupers do they call us ? And what has made the big uns better than the poor ? I would argue with those fellows. I would make them confess their argument to me out, and what they mean, and explain it to me satisfactory. I knew my Book better perhaps than they do. If my blood was drawn, a drop in a cup, and a lord's blood in another cup, and take them to a man, and ask him can he tell any difference in these two bloods, could he see? No! But he might say, 'Yes, there is A DIFFERENCE IN THESE TWO BLOODS. This is a deal healthier blood than the other.' There would be a hidden thing come out again, you know. Them as had been eating all that good meat and drinking those wines, their blood would not be half so go,)d as mine. If you take a pin and scratch one of these fellows, most gener- ally the blood is festerel; it won't grow up with- out anything on it. Ob, no! Ob, no! What's the state of the country to-day ? That's a question that \fants to be asked. What does this generation kitfw about my generation ? And yet, if you talk to them they know more than I've ever seen or heard, because they've had I education.' You take education from many of them to-day, sir, and what they see of other people's workings, and they're as dull as posts. They haven't got a bit cf brain about them. Us fellows have been taught by brains and not by books, and then put to do it, and then increase in knowledge. In former years seed catalogues used to come here from Lokdon-plant so-and-so at such and such a time. But you mustn't think this place is like London, One is earlier than the other. A man's no use in the country unless he understands the nature of the land; he must have had it in his brain,not by books; he must understand the culture, Then a man grows as long as he takes an interest in his work. As my Book says,' Grow in grate and knowledge of Jesus Christ.' There's growinj in that, and growing in vegetables and in working. Where did the man get the first engine or joiler to be made ? He didn't get it from a bOk. It was in his brain first. He saw the kettle. He worked and worked, and improved and improved. The engines was great clumsy things at tie first-improved after. The poor are poor not )nly in food and clothing. They're poor in mind. Ve have a lot of these people; they have had nobrain-trainiug. Oh, no, sir! I've seen a good many ups and downs, country and town, and A MAN WOULD Bt VERY DULL, IF he couldn't learn something. I've always been a fellow, it dinna matter were I'd go, I'd say noth- ing I would see a man at work and notice how he would do it. I wanted tobe a man, when I was only a boy. I see'd the pen reaping; I wanted to reap. They were mowVig; I wanted to mow. A good old workman learrfc me to mow. I caught hold of my scythe, and hin at my back. Loose thee hands dead. I'll teaah thee to mow.' I've been at everything—reaping, mowing, ploughing, sowing, thatching, drailing, gardening and always had an eye to watQx what another man did, and if I see'd he was doinj his work better than me, I'd aim at doing it the same. But a lot of people know more than ycu do, and-know noth- ing at all. They're too p-oud; they wunna be learnt. Oh If you beginto talk to them, especi- ally if it crosses their (pinion, they kick you. They know more than me Alright. Like poor old Weir said—he was t Llanerchydol many years, gardener old Sq\ire Pugh brought him from London, and he was &; good a fellow as went to the grave; I've been waking with him a good deal. There was never a ban went to the grave j mora like myself. He go, into a pitch with the old Squire, and very likay cursed him—but I never used that language_and he gi'ed Squire Pugh notice to leave. Old Weir was talking to a man, and all this man c%ld say was, I know more than you do, Weir,' le says. Very likely you do,' he &aid. I can Ze\n from the cradle to the grave.' That's the waythat came out, and the other old chap was as dul he didn't know a B from a bull's foot." (To be coitinued).



Cambrian Company as a Camel-

" Tegid" on " The Trade."…

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Ex-Newtown Pastor.

Sought for years in Newtown.