Papurau Newydd Cymru

Chwiliwch 15 miliwn o erthyglau papurau newydd Cymru

Cuddio Rhestr Erthyglau

29 erthygl ar y dudalen hon

Songs for the People.

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Songs for the People. Andrew Fletcher, of Saltoun, in a letter to the Marquis of Montrose, wrote:— know a very wise man that believed tha.t if a man were permitted to make all the ballads he need not care wh. should make the laws of the nation." To Those Who Fail. Courage, brave heart; nor in thy purpose falter, j Go on and win the fight at any cost, Though sick and weary after heavy conflict, Rejoice to know the battle is not lost. The field is open still to those brave spirits Who nobly struggle till the strife is done, Through sun and storm, with courage all un. daunted, Working and waiting till the battle's won. The fairest pearls are found in deepest waters, The brightest jewels in darkest mines And through the very blackest hour of midnight, The star of hope doth ever brigbtle shine. Press on, press on, the path is steep and rugged, And storm clouds almost hide hope's light from view; But you can pass where other feet have trodden! A few more steps may bring you safely through. The battle o'er, a victor crowned with honours, By patient toil, each difficulty past, You then may see these days of bitter failure But spurred you on to greater deeds at last. Guild's Signal. Two low whistles, quaint and clear, This was the signal of the engineer That was the signal that Guild, 'tis said Gave to his wife at Providence. As through the sleeping town and thence Out in the night On to the light, Down past the forms, lying white, he sped. As a husband's greeting, scant, no doubt, Yet to the woman looking out, Watching and waiting, no serenade, Love song or midnight roundelay Said what that whistle seemed to say, To my trust true, So love to you, Working or waiting, good night," it said. Brisk young bagmen, tourists fine, Old commuters along the line. Brakesmen and porters glanced ahead Smiled at the signal, sharp, intense Pierced through the shadows of Providence, "Nothing amiss, Nothing !—it is Only Guild calling his wife," they said. Summer and winter, the old refrain Rang o'er the billows of ripening grain, Pierced through the budding boughs o'erhead. Flew down the track where the red leaves burned Like living coal from the engine spurned, Sang as it flew, To onr trust true, First of all duty, good night," it said. And then one night it was heard no more, From Stonington over Rhode Island shore, And the folk in Providence smiled and said, As they turned in their beds, The engineer Has once forgotten his midnight cheer, One only knew, To his trust true, Guiln lay under his engine—dead.

The Household.

A THACKERAY LOVE-STORY,

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- ECHOES FROM THE CALENDAR.…

-SOMEWHAT PLAIN.

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ANNE HATHAWAY'S COTTAGE.j

ITHE PLEASURES OF SORROW.

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i ! GOSSIPS' CORNER.

A SATURDAY SERMON.

Tne Shelley Centenary.

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I WORKMEN'S TOPICS. I

National Eisteddfod of Wales.…

A COUSIN OF THACKERAY'S.

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! THE PRESIDENT OF THE WESLEYAN…

THE POPE AT HOME.

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FARM AND GARDEN.

THE WEATHER AND THE CROPS.

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A GOOD INVESTMENT,

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WELSH GLEANINGS. I

THE OPPOSITION OF MARS.