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Y Parch. H. Barrow Williams,…

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Y Parch. H. Barrow Williams, Llandudno (Yn y Saesneg). Mr. Chairman, PerSiOnaLly, I am rather sorry that I have to descend to the inferior language, the Enigldsih; it is more, bel'ieve me, of necessity than of choice. The versies chosen by the Committee, I think, are slingularly apt and timely. The 94th Psalm ds a remarkable psalm, mosit remarkable. Read it carefully when you go home, and you will feel, as. I feel', that if it bad been written for the last 12 months, even inspiration could not have written a fitter word ,of encouragement. And the verse before the verse chosen, by the Committee is a very beautiful one "When I said, my foot slippeth, thy mercy, 0 Lord, held me up." Is. not that beautiful?—("It is,"). Have you not felt your foot shipping? I have-I have- I have nearly fallen more than once; but "when I said my foot slippeth thy mercy held me up." "In the multitude of my thoughts within me, thy com- .f:orts"-I think there, sir, the English is, better than the Welsh; I want you to realize this nine times. out of ten the Welsh is incomparably the better, and that your children wiill lose immensely when they give up the Welsh. But just here I think the English is, better; "thy comf,orts-thy comforts;" just as, the troubles are varied, so are the comforts. And you will find that those who make the Bible their book find ample consolation and patience in it. You remember what ChaTles, Dickens, said when he sent his son, to Australia: "My boy, I have put a copy of the iBiible in your box, and I put one in your brother's box when he went away; read it every day of your life there is no book like it, and never will be. Sir Walter Scott when he lay dying said to his son-iin-law, Lockhart, "Biring me the book." "What book, Sir?" "There is, but one book, the book of iGiod." I beg of you, young people, make the Bible your friend; read it oftener. Some of us find in- creasii.nig comforts in it; we read it through three, or four, or five times a year. Pardon a persorial refer- ience. I am reading the New Testament for the tenth time this year, and without it we have no com- forts; indeed. Look at Lord Byron, the young noble- man when only 36 years of age, and dying, he said, "My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits are gone The worm and cankering grief Are mine alone." What a terrible confession, to make !Look at an- other man, a young doctor with a very bright career before him, rising rapidly in his honourable profess- ion., bidding fair to be a world-wide renowned doctor but he is suddenly struck with blindness, hopeless, irremediable. All his plans shattered; all his aspir- ations blighted. And a friend said to him, "Well, docfor, what will you do now?" And I want you to remember his. reply, "My heavenly Father has. given me the talent of. blindness,, and I am just considering what to-do with, it." Who was that doctor? Dr. Moon, who first devised a system of reading for the blind. One man makes his talent a blessing, the other a curse. "A man said, "Reading Byron is like tabing asisafoetida, it stinks." So I felt, but I had not the courage to say so. The storm of winter comes, and leaves the face of the earth worse than it was, before everything lookSi worse, everything looks- miserable; the storm has, done great injury. Not so the storm of summer. I was at Eglwysbach a fortnight last Saturday night, and we had a terrible storm—thunder and lightning, and a deluge of rain; but the valley was exquisitely beautiful the following morning I worshipped God when I saw it; God gave me eyes to see it and I took off my_shoes, for it was holy ground. "Earth crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God." Our life is like the dial of a clock, and the hands of God are the ihlands that move along it; the smallest hand is the hand of discipline the larger hand is the hand of mercy the hand of discipline moves slowly, and God strikes it every hour, but the hand of mercy moves very quidy and goes round twelve times for every one that the hand of discipline goes; and the two hands, are pivoted on infinite, love. "There is a Providence that shapes our ends, rough-hew them as we will." There is a little verse that appeals to me more and. more "My times are in thy hand." If my Father gave me my choice, and said to me, "'How would you like to die ? Would you like to die sud- denly, as Mr. E-iddon Jones, did, or would you like to die slowly, as MoL Wheldon. did?" God knows I would not ans,wer-("No")-no, I would not; I would say, "Father I will not choose thou knowest; thou art acquainted with my feeble frame; thou canst conceive my highest and lowest pulse of noble- ness and shame." Let us honour God by trusting him implicitly, unreservedly. The chairman referred to those who had been, sorely stricken; may the God of consolation comfort them, for no one else can.. Shall I, before I sit down, recite a beautiful piece of poetry which I nead, over 40 years ago, at the -hospitable home of lIIrs. Williams', Bodlondeb ? "WHO GIVETH SONGS IN THE NIGHT." Is the midnight closing round you? Are the shadows dark and long? Ask Him to come close beside you; And He'll give you a new sweet song. He'll give it, and sing it with you: And when your weakness lets it down., 'He'll take' up the broken cadence, And blend it with His own. So the darkness and the singing Shall be strangely mingled still, Till you see eternal daylight Shining upon Zion's hill. And many a rapturous minstrel Among those sons of light, Shall say of his sweetest music— "I learnt it in the night." And many a rolling anthem That fills the Father's home, Sobbed out its. first rehearsal In the shade of a darkened room! Lord Jesus! thou are honoured Where the vaulted heavens ring With ten thousand Hallelujahs That saints and anigels sing. And surely Thou are honoured Where the night winds sadly moan And the songs are sung in darkness, That Thou givest to thine Own !-("Amen"). Mrs. Pennefather. C'aniwyd yr emyn, "Argiwydd arwain trwy'r ahial. wch, Fi, bererin, gwael ei wedd," &c., ar y d6n "Bryn Califaria," ac yna siaradwyd gan y

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