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THE PANORAMA. Changeable is hardly a sufficiently adequate description of the weather this week. Rapid thaws have been followed by severe frosts, sleet and rain. When the thoroughfares had been converted into quagmires of mud, the frost started again, and disappeared be- fore morning. Yesterday the thermometer only reached a few degrees above freezing- point, but anything between tropical and arctic weather might have been expected to- day. The week's weat! er is best described in the old lines which run something like this: First it frizz and tl:v it thew Then it hailed, and s-iew, and blew; And next there came a shower of rain And then it frizz ailt, thew again. Judge Bryn Roberts has no patience with women who run their husbands into debt. "My husband only earns 30s. a week, your Honour," pleaded the wife of a defendant in a judgment summons at Bridgend. "Many woxien have kept their husoands out of debt with less," was the judge's un- sympathetic reply. But," persisted the woman, I have six children." To which his Honour replied, Many women have had more and less to keep them on." The Judge does not agree with advocates or plaintiffs who put their cases before him in a slip shod fashion. He is accurate and likes those who appear before him to be ac- curate also. On being asked at Bridgend to make an award, he said, "Money appears to have been left to a number of persons whom the deceased left. Who are they? The deceased left 000 millions of persons when she died!" The contest on the subject of the Parlia- mentary Bill of the Ogmore and Garw Dis- trict Council, heated thougn it was, did not fail to provide a few humorous incidents. One of these was the issuing, immediately after the declaration of the poll. of mourning cards bearing the foilowing pathetic words' In Loving Memory of POOR OLD BILL, Who met his death on February 4th, 1907. This was not sufficient for the inspired composer, so he developed Into" poetry," thus'—■ Poor old Parliamentary Committee, they have snuffed it; They are numbered with the slain, For the opposition has succeeded, And will live to do it again. The temperature is cool, but a prisoner who was brought up at an occasional court at Bridgend yesterday was cooler. On being asked by the deputy clerk whether he had anything to say in answer to the charge, he replied. I've got nothing to say if you haven't." It appeared from the evidence that a Maeeteg tradesman missed a pair of boots from his shop that morning, and going to the shop door espied the prisoner with the boots in his possession. He made all haste after the man. and on reaching him said, with due politeness, of course, I want those boots." He was floored on meeting with the calm rebuff, You shan't have them, then." This refusal to part with the stolen articles was an act of indiscretion on the part of the man, for a man in blue coming along the boots were taken and the thief as well. At the court, prisoner pleaded guilty, and was sentenced to be lodged at the expense of the county for one month. He was most pro- fuse in his thanks for this generous treat- ment, and Mr. Oliver Sheppard nearly fainted when he made the cool request to be given the boots as well as the month. The Carnegie Library is expected to be opened at Bridgend this year, and it is in- teresting to read what Mr. iJooley thinks of the Carnaygie Libry." D'ye know what a libry is?" was the question addressed to Hennessey in the new Dissertations." I suppose," lie continued, "ye thinks it is a place where a man can go, haul down wan ov his fav'rite authors fr'm th' shelf, an' take a nap in it. That's not a Carnaygie libry. A Carnaygie libry is a large brown-stone im- penethribl buildin' with th' name iv th' maker blown on th' dure. Libry, from the Greek wurruds libris, a book, an' ary, sildom —sildom a book. A Carnaygie libry is archvtechoor, not lithrachoor. Lithrachoor will be ripsisinted. Th' most cillybrated dead authors will be honured by havin' their names painted on th' walls in distinguishel comp'ny, as thus:—Andhrew Carnaygie, Shakspeare; Andhrew Carnaygie, Byron; Andhrew Carnaygie, Bobbie Burns; Andhrew Carnaygie, an' so 011. Ivry author is guaranteed a place next to pure readin' matther, like a bakin' powdher advertisement, so that when a man comes along that never heard iv Shakspeare hell know he was somebody, because there he is on th' wall. That's th' dead authors. In live authors will stand outside an' wish they were dead." v Mr. Spencer Leigh Hughes (Sub Rosa) was in merry mood at Pontycymmer the other night, and had many quips and cranks for his audience. His lecture was 011 Parlia- ment from the Press Gallery," and here are a few extracts from the report of his speech He always liked to pay a tribute to the House of Lords. The House of Lords, three years before the House of Commons, recog- nised the Press and found accommodation for Pressmen in its chamber, and one good turn deserved another. Young ladies could sit in the side galleries of the House of Lords, not hidden away as in the other House behind bars, through which bars they sometimes fluttered little white flags, like they did once when the Mem- ber for Mid-Glamorgan was addressing the House. The status of the Parliamentary journalist had often seemed to him to exemplify the position that ought to be occupied by the good Christian in this world; they were in the House, but were not of it. The reporters' gallery stretched across the back of the House, over the head of the Speaker, so they claimed to be only a little lower than the angele. There was one class of Members which the journalists termed oddities, and the question was not What are they doing here? it was What are they doing anywhere? He was convinced that every kind of man had been sent for some purpose, but what kind of purpose the bore was sent for he had neve/ discovered. The lecturer next proceeded to give some of the mixed metaphors he had heard in Parliament. One hon. member said, "The well is run- ning dry, and we think of putting in tha pruning knife which will bring more grist to the mill." >:> Another delivered himself: "Now that we have cleared all the barbed wire fences, it is to be hoped we shall have clear water." A third said Is it fair we should send our bovs to the front to be killed and then only pay them 60. per day?" He once heard a Welshman, whose name he would not mention, declare, Sir, we are only following in the footsteps of those who are coming behind us." One of the queerest sayings he ever heard was by a member who said "The Home Sec- retary shakes his head I am sorry to hear it." There was also a very serious and impres- sive side of Parliament, from the floor of which one-fifth of the population of the world was governed. With all its faults, this Parliament was the best institution in the world. There was a very fine spirit prevailing, and an element oi greatness which was not the monopoly of »ny party or social rank.

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