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LITERARY AND OTHER .NOTES.I.
LITERARY AND OTHER NOTES. I. BIRRELL'S VISION. We are proud of Mr. Augustine Birrell, the Chief Secretary for Ireland. Last Mon- day night, in the full light which falls on the Front Bench in the English House of Commons, he admitted the existence of the point of view of the small nation. He was talking above the heads of his audience, for we are quite certain that there were not fifty members of the House of Commons who understood the full import of his weighed words. Of course, they cheered him, hun- dreds of them, but they cheered him, not on account of his vision, but on account of his apparent staunch support of the glorious principles of the wrecked Newcastle Pro- gramme. English Liberals worship that programme, for the simple reason that they have never understood it. That is the way with English Liberals and English Con- servatives. In this column, whether discussing literary or political subjects, we have always insisted upon one great truth, the truth which Mr. Birrell emphasized in his speech-the existence of a unique national point of view. It may be a blood product, or it may be a product of geographical con- ditions. It is not for us to say which it is, as we can well hand that over to the scien- tist and specialist for a toy, to keep them quiet. But it exists, IT EXISTS, and it should be the first concern of all Nationalists to make others aware of its existence. No Englishman has ever understood an Irish- man. We have lived in England ourselves for—well, a number of years, but we cannot for the life of us understand the English adoration of the top-hat, the English affec- tion for roast beef slightly underdone, and the English awe of a titled-fool. English- men have lived in Wales for years, and have been in daily contact with the people, but we are quite sure that they have never understood our foolish habits of dreaming, our weird powers of perception, which can be found in children all the world over, and our genius for the milk trade. The Englishman is an exceedingly lovable fellow, and we have never said a word against him-as an Englishman, but when he pre- tends to be able to acquire all our ideals, to understand all our weaknesses, and to govern us efficiently after shooting over a few hundred acres of Welsh soil, well, we feel like cracking his foolish head with a piece of Welsh timber. The Englishman may have been born with a genius for fighting on a big scale, but we must convince him that that does not necessarily mean that he has been born with a genius for running the universe. He may have thrashed the poor Boer, and it may have been very magnanimous of the victor to shake hands with the enemy at the very moment when the enemy was carrying real English bullets in his flesh, but after all it may be quite possible in fact it is very probable, that he has no idea of how to govern the Boer. That is the lesson we must teach England, and when Englishmen learn that lesson, they will be too honour- able to believe that it is a harmless amuse- ment to go on painting the map red. When Welshmen talk more about Home Rule for Wales and work harder for it, and talk less empty balderdash about the future of Liberalism, we shall be well on the way to convert England to political sweet-reason- ableness. NOKICK.
FOOTBALL NOTES AND NEWS.
FOOTBALL NOTES AND NEWS. DEVONPORT ALBION. 19 POINTS LONDON WELSH. 5 „ II THE game at West Ham on Saturday last was witnessed by about 1,200 spectators, and for the fifth successive match the Welsh suffered defeat. Devonport were short of Vivian, Summers, Harvey, Mills, and Gilbert, while the Welsh took the field with- out Harding, Maddocks, Norton, and Vivian, but efficient substitutes were found in each team. The Welsh forwards did very well, but backs seemed to have but a very poor idea of opening up the game, with the result that when the forwards heeled, which they did quite twice to the visitors' one," much ground was lost through the display of the backs. Bennetts, Thomas, Dean, Williams, and Hosking, scored for the victors, and Reggie Rees for the Welsh. Dean was the cleverest player on the field, and he had a great hand in many of the tries his side scored. Lillicrap, at back, was excellent, whilst Bennetts, Jago, Spiers, and G. Williams all did well. Edwards, Rees, Morgan, Davies, Jenkins, and Clay did well for the Welsh, but as a whole they played a very much inferior game to what they did during the first half of the season. Let us hope they will soon regain some of their lost art. A win at present is very much desired. Wales had a very narrow victory by 1 point at Swansea last Saturday. The Scotch forwards were very fast on the ball, and with the exception of heeling, were easily the better set of forwards. Bush was not up to his usual form, and both he and Gabe did not relish going down to the Scotch rushes. Greig, the Scotch captain, made a gallant attempt to win the game for his side during the last few minutes, and was tackled only a few inches from the line. I expect there will be some changes in the Welsh side before Ireland is met in March. 35,000 spectators witnessed the game, which was very fast from start to finish. WELSH FORWARD.
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LAST winter Scotland defeated Wales in the Rugby International contest after getting all the luck. The Welshmen were quite as good as the Scottish players on that occasion, and were unlucky to lose nevertheless the majority of the London papers hailed it as a great Scottish victory." SPEAKING at a dinner of representative dairymen, last week, Mr. Titus Barliani admitted that their trade at the present time was under a cloud. What the public have been complaing is that it is under a water- spout.
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Notes and News.
The ballad Forty Singing Seamen,' has completely captivated the mind of the pre- sent writer to the exclusion of urgent matters, and some of the slumber songs of Madonna' are exquisite and delightful. There will always be an audience for a poet who can sing and tell of the Golden Hynde's return' With rubies a-wash in her scuppers And her bilge ablaze with gold.' THE new Patents Act, which was intro- duced by Mr. Mr. Lloyd-George, has already proved effective, according to the Bristol Times. It is announced that as a conse- quence, the directors of Meister Lucius and Bruning, of Hoehst, will immediately erect works in this country for the manufacture of colours protected by British patents, and it is expected that their example will be fol- lowed by many other Continental manu- facturers. In South Wales the hope is expressed that some of these continental manufacturers will select sites for new works at Cardiff or Swansea. AMERICAN firms, as well as German, are affected by the Act. In the Manchester Guardian we notice that Mr. Levinstein states that an American firm holding British patents for the manufacture of safety razors, hitherto made solely in the United States, have secured land in Sheffield, and when their works are completed, expect to employ about 500 hands. LAST Saturday, at Swansea, Wales were somewhat lucky to win, and the aforesaid London papers did not forget to specially emphasise the fact! Most of the London athletic writers give very grudging praise to Welsh footballers. In their eyes it is very "impudent" of a little country like Wales to be doing so well in the football world. MR. E. J. DAVIES, Capel Bangor, in the last issue of a Cardiganshire weekly paper, contributes a number of popular sayings in Welsh rural districts, and says that there is a danger of their being lost to posterity un- less collected and published. Here are some of Mr. Davies' collections. Many KELT readers, we have no doubt, will recollect hearing some of them :— Gyrru, gyrru, i ffair Rhos, Myn'd cyn' dydd, a nol cyn nos. Gyrru, gyrru, drot i'r dre, 'Mofyn siwgwr erbyn te. Ar drot, ar drot, ar gefen Shon Pot, Ar garlam, ar garlam, ar gefen Shon-Rolant, Ar whil, ar whil, ar gefen Shon Pil. Si, so, Marjery do, Gwerthir fuwch a blingo'r llo. Mamgre fach a'r capon coch, Ddowch chwi gery hela moch, Welwch chwi'r gwynt, welwch chwi'r g'law, Welwch chwi'r deryn bach fan draw, Welwch chwi'r dyn a'r. breeches lleder Yn saethu Hong y Brenin Lloeger. MR. J. HERBERT LEWIS, M.P., "the Junior Lord of the Treasury," is a strict Sabbat- arian. He was the guest of the Lord Mayor of Cardiff and the City Corporation up to a late hour on Saturday last; but on Sunday he was found in his accustomed seat at the morning service in Charing Cross Chapel, and, as usual, was accompanied by his wife (who, by the way, is a daughter of the late Mr. W. S. Caine, M.P.) and the children. The preacher on the occasion was a South- walian, in the person of the Rev. Ceitho Davies. The Junior Lord, it will be interest- ing to note, speaks nothing but Welsh in his delightful home in Grosvenor Road, and Mrs. Herbert Lewis, although an English lady by birth, has become an accomplished Welsh speaker.