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UP AND JJOWN THE COAST. J MACHYNLLETH PAROCHIAL COMMITTEE. This body hr„3 had a new lease of life given to it. Life is just the very thing Machynlleth Parochial Committee has wanted all along, and as the life now given is only held on lease let us hope something will be done for the town before the lejlse expires. Has a bridge been built over the line yet ? QUOTATION. The rain it raineth every day.Shakespeare. IMPORTANT NEWS. The ga.ol at Aberystwyth has been nicely white- washed. Several tradesmen have undergone this same process with eminently satisfactory results. The expression "taking a toothful" must have arisen when it first became the practice to sell beer in glasses that take about seven to a quart. A new social clab is to be started not far from my bit of a place on the coast. At first the death-rate will not, it is thought, be quite as heavy as in another society not far from the. same place. That post in North Parade will be the first President. At Aberystwyth it used to be the fashion for the boatmen to go out on calm days with hooks and lines and catch a mackerel or two, and, perhaps, three or four gurnets. In a few days they would come and say solemnly that they had caught all the fish in the bay,#and people believed them. Now hundredweights of fish are caught daily by boats from different parts, and we all know there are ai good fish in the set as ever were caught. There will be heavy squalls among the Dolgelley offi- cials before calm weather finally sets in. The Local Government Board has its eye on Dolgelley. Nothing woull enable the Aberystwyth Town Counci to settle the water question so much as to know the opinion of other towns respecting their course of conduct. The bridge ever the railway at Machynlleth will cer- ainly not be ready for use this summer. Not far from my bit of a p¡ae on the coast it was recently proved th it many people balieved in judgment" and sudden expressions of Divine wrath. Old Job's patience was sorely tried by these believers in a God whose ways are not equal, and who does not make His sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and send rain on the just and on the unjust. Weeds grow with the grain, but some people will never leam the lesson this teaches. A CONVERSATION. SCENE-A large town in the Midland Counties. "Do you not think, my dear, that we might as well go into Wales this summer?7' asked Goldust one evening in the middle of May. Well, as we intend to go out early in June, don't you think, dear, that Wales would be too rough and cold. You I see the mountains will be all covered with snow in June, and we should like to have a little warm weather during our holiday. I understand that the snow does not leave Wales till the middle of July." You are light, Mary, I had forgotten what a bleak, wild country, Wales is-a greit deal worse than Scotland. You see one of their mountains is called Snowdon." Oh, yes," chimed in Mrs. Goldust, and the cliffs. I remember reading in the papers that a man had fallen down Cader Idris by losing his way in a fog. I think if we go into Wales we certainly should wait until the middle of July at the very earliest." Do you know, Mary, I often think I should like to see Wales covered with snow about the middle of June when everything is beautiful and green in England." What a dreary life the poor people must live, what with fogs and snow and 1flooas. 11 Yes," continued Goldust, full of sympathy for the poor Welsh people, you see, the winter begins about the beginning of October, and goes right on till after the nvi(tuie of June. Very dreadful is it not, my dear." "Ah, there's nothing like old England after all," said Mrs. Goldust, with a. sigh of relief. Nothing like one's native land." Just then a servant announced the visit of an acquaint- ance named Jolly, who walked in, and the conversation continued— We were just talking of spending a month in Wales, but as we shall have to be back here on the 1st July we were afraid it would never do to go into Wales so early as the 1st of June. You see the snow would scarcely have disappeared." Oh, yes! And then you see, Mr. Jolly, the sudden floods. How very dreadful they are, and the mountains are all enveloped in impenetrable fog. What are you laughing at, Mr. Jolly?" Ah, was I laughing? Well you see I have been in all parts of Wales at every season in the year." How very fortunate," exclaimed Mrs. Goldust. You are the very man for us," joined in her husband. The last time I was in Wales was on Christmas Day,' said the visitor. "Dreadful," from Mrs. Goldust. You don't mean it," from her husband. "And do you know," continued Mr. Jolly, "I sat on the Parade at Aberystwyth smoking a cigar. There had not been any snow that year at all, and it was at least a topcoat warmer than in the Midland Counties here. I have been in all parts of Wales, but I never saw much snow there. The sea air melts it." You surprise me," said Mrs. Goldust. But the weather is very bleak, is it not?" asked his host. Bleak Not a bit of it. When you get down to the Welsh Coast, winter or summer, you are all right. There is no greater mistake in the world than to think that Wales is a cold, dark place. Of course, on the tops of the high mountains, like Snowdon, you may sea snow in mid- winter but Welshmen no more think of going to the top of Snowdon than a Londoner thinks of going to the top of St. Pauls." n But there are dreadful floods, a3ked Mrs. Goldust, incredulous. "There is no part of the United Kingdom more free from floods. When I go into Wales to enjoy myself I go in May or November. The first half of November is the time to see Wales in her glory. From Barmouth, across the bridge, and up to Dolgelley, for instance, is simply grand." But really, Mr. Jolly, you do not seriously mean that you would advise anyone to venture into Wales in May and November," asked Mrs. Goldust. "That I would. May and November, take my word for it, are the two best months in the year for seeing Wales." But the weather, Mr. Jolly." The weather is first-class. You will see more leaves on the trees, and see them more gorgeously tinted^ in Wales during November than you would here at home." "Well, how does it happen, if what you say is true, t'hat Wales is looked upon so differently?" "That is not hard to explain. The residents in Wales do not push much, and comparatively speaking, the place is not well-known. Besides, all you hear about Wales in winter relates to occasional storms, floods, and disasters at sea. A great portion of Wales lies on the Coast, you know." Oh, yes, so it does, and there is a frightful shipwreck every week or so. You are laughing again, Mr. Jolly." Not every week, Mary." "Well, dear, what do you say, shall we venture," asked his wife. I think we will," replied Goldust. You will never repent it. I am going down to Wales myself in ten days." "Perhaps we shall see you. Do make it convenient to go with us," pleaded Mrs. Goldust. "I will try," replied Mr. Jolly, and he kept his word. On the first day of June the party started for the Princi- pality. Goldust pretended he felt rather chilly in the morning, and took two overcoats and a very heavy rug. His wife filled a large box with warm clothing, and took very excellent precautions against cold. The journey was commenced in the grey dawn. About noon Mr. Jolly, jumping to his feet, said, Now we are in Wales." "Good gracious, Mr. Jolly, you don't mean to say that," exclaimed Mrs. Goldust, who was certainly warm. "This is Wales is it. I do not see that it is any different from England," observed Mr. Goldust. Oh, yes, it is. Just look at that cluster of hills. You have nothing like that in your parish." Don't you think the weather is rather warm," asked Goldust. Yes rather," said Mr. Jolly, and he smiled. The train rattled along. The hills became bolder, and the power of the sun increased. Not much snow about, eh, Mr3. Goldust," asked Mr. Jolly. "No. What did they call that station, Mr. Jolly." Pontdolgoeh," replied Mr. Jolly. "Dear me, Pont Dol-what. did you say. Isn't it awful. Aren't we going rather fast?" "Yes, rather. This is an incline." What is that station, Mr. Jolly ? Oh, that's Llanbrynmair, and now we shall soon be at Machynlleth." What dreadful names," and Mrs. Goldust subsided. When the party reached the coast the sea was calm and blue. Mrs. Goldust looked at the wateeand at the sky, and then turned to the hills and was silent. "Whv don't the Welsh let it be known they have a country like this?" at length she asked. "That is the very question I have asked myself for years. One reason is that they think everybody knows about it. Another is that they have always lived here and do cot sec anything very particular about it." My friends all up and down the coast have no idea how much ignorance there is to get rid of respecting Wales. The Coast. PERRY WINKLE.

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