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Cuddio Rhestr Erthyglau

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AN ADDRESS. There is a great deal in knowing how far to humour the little weaknesses of an audience, as every successful public speaker is well aware. In spoken addresses so much depends on manner that hearers are often most charmed with speeches that have least in them. In a written address the personal manner of the writer is of no con- sequence. He may grin, or smile, or frown, or stamp, or beat his forehead, or throw hia arms up, but it does not score one way or other. There is nobody present to be influenced. His words must go out to fight for them- selves without the help the author could give them by tones of voice and graceful gesture. Any one of a thousand trivial incidents may take the reader's attention from the printed words which at best are often only glanced at so slightly that their import is not seized. The writer knows full well how his words go forth into a careless world, but still he writes until his message is finished and his fingers finally drop the pen. It is not his concern whether his little world of readers heed him or not. It is only his concern to write. It is in no part of the lonely sentinel's duty to trouble himself about the result of the coming battle. All he has to do is to be true and vigilant. A soldier may have done his duty nobly, although the battle has been lost. He fulfilled his part wnen he fought as only strong men fight. He may be made prisoner; his limbs may be loaded with chains; crowd3 may hoot at him as he goes to prison and to death. He is one of the vanquished captives, and his lot is so hard that death will be far from unwelcome, but he is calm. He did his best, and no man living can do more, let the fortunes of war go how they may. The mob sees only a common soldier—travel stained and captive. Kill him. Forget him. He know that life is harder to face than death. True life means suffering that weak men shun by death. This soldier, who hears the yells of the crowd, may well envy the dead who lie among the slain. He is a true man, true as steel; but this is his lot. The sun shines. There is a living God above, but true men must die to the discordant music of hate, and —— is not this our life ? I have written an address, and you shall read it as addresses are read in many a household on Friday morn- ings :— Head of Household (to servant)—Has the the paper come? (Servant gives him it.) Let us see what Perry Winkle has to say (open paper, and looks at the first column of last page, reads), "An Address." His Wife—What is that on your waistcoat, my dear ? How untidy you are. Head of Household (having skipped the introduction)— Whatdid you think of this (reads). The Welsh people are without doubt the most moral, most religious, most honest, most truthful —— His Wife— 0, for goodness sake do go on with your braal fast. I am tired of that stuff. We are always being told what good people we are, (Changing the subject.) Will you look and see if Mrs. Jones's baby is in the paper? Head of Household—What do you mean ? Mrs. Jones's baby His Wife—I mean the birth, of course. I don't expect to see the baby. Head of Household (turning the paper over)—Mrs. Jones, you say. Ah, here it is, half-a-dozen of them. Yes, six. Which of them do you mean ? 1M. His Wife (in a somewhat angry tone of voice)—I mean Mrs. John Jones. Head of Household (throwing the paper across the table)—There are three Mrs. John Joneses, who have had babies this week. Pick the one out you want. His Wife—How disagreeable you are. (Having looked at the births she puts the paper down.) Head of Household (taking possession of the paper again)—Well, I must get through this address (reads)— We Are told by our members of Parliament that we are so much superior to the inhabitants of the rest of the world that —— His Wife—Really, my dear, has Perry Winkle nothing to say this week but this address in which there seems to be nothing but the same sort of praise of the Welsh that the members of Parliament always put in their speeches!? Do you know there is one of the members he never makes a speech but what he says the eisteddfod is a grea.t deal better than bull fights and dog fights and cock fights and horse racing. 0, I am so tired of that man's speeches. Head of Household—I think this address is a take off you know if you would only wait till I get through it. His Wife (fretfully)-O never mind getting through it. Never mind this address. I don't like addresses. I never liked addresses since I was a little girl and went to lie confirmed, and we had to wait a long while for the bishop who ígave us an address which I could not hear. (In a more interested tone of voice.) I wonder whose funeral that was that passed here on Tuesday, will yon just look? Head of Household (muttering to himself)—How am I to know whose funeral went past here on Tuesday by looking in the paper. His Wife (impatiently)—Here, give me the paper. (looks at it.) Ah, here it is On the 29th, John Prosy- man." Dear me, and he is dead. Head of Household (rather astonished at his wife's ignorance)—Of course he is. Died last Friday, I think it was. Did you not know that before? His Wife—Why did you not tell me ? But that is the way with you men. You are so selfish. Servant—Miss Mary wants to know if the paper has come. His Wife—Yes, but her father has not done with it yet. Head of Household (with a tone of resignation)—Never mind, she can have it. His Wife—No she san't (to the servant). Ask Mary what she wants it for. Servant (having returned)—Please m'm she wants to know if Miss Longonand's marriage is in the paper. Head of Household—Eh Hia Wife (excitedly)—Dear me, yes, of course. How stupid I am. That is the very thing I wanted to know moat of all. (To her husband)—Just look, will you. Head of Household (disdainfully)—Look for yourself. Servant (entering the room)—Please Master Tom wants the paper, to see about a football match. Head of Household—Well, I thought of reading that address, but I must go now, for the trap is at the door. Tom got the paper, the Head of the Household went to business under the impression he had read the greater part of my address, and the paper found its way into the kitchen or elsewhere, for that night, .when the Head of the Household wanted to finish the address, the paper could not be found.