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LITERARY EXTRACTS. A GENTLEMAN BANKER.—He was sitting with back against a boulder, his rifle-barrel resting on a stone, the stock on his knees. He was using the stock for a desk, and was writing laboriously in pencil on a crampled.half-sheet of paper. This is hard work," he said, bat I must get it done to-day. I was always a poor fist at a letter. How do you spell 'reconnaissance'?" Trooper 943 gave him his idea of it. That's all wrong," he said. I'm sure there iemt a k' in it. But it doesn't matter. All my spelling's gone to the deuce. I never learnt anything at school, and not much since." Trooper 943 laughed. "Seems to me you know a lot," he said. No blarney! If you don't know as much you ought to be ashamed of yourself." Trooper 943 laughed again. He was lying on his stomach with a sharp eye towards a possible shot. A dozen other men were intent on the same business, while a couple more were looking after the horses. They never offered me no com- mission," he said. Well, I didn't take the one they offered me, did I ? I made up my mind when I was a kid I wasn't going to be a gentleman. 11 don't see why you should keep on sniggering. Tell mÈow to..spell that blessed French officer's name, and shut up. I didn't see the good of being a gentleman, like a lot of chaps I knew it didn't look like a trade that'd suit me. I did all sorts of .things to harden myself; used to WISp p in a blanket and sleep on thfloor instead of in bed. I daresay you think that was all tommy rot. Well, p'r'aps it was." A bullet buzzed over- head. Trooper 943 sighted and fired. "Got I wouldn't like to be the bloke's wife and fam'ly." "Tell me if you see anything else. I must get tips finished." He scribbled on for a time in silence, dropped his pencil, picked it up, and rose to stretch himself. "Git down, stoopid!" said Trooper 943. A second bullet buzzed, and the other's right arm dropped to his side. Slick through the shoulder," he said. He sat down again, looking a little pale. Now you've bin and spoilt your 'and-writing," said 943. "Told you so. Does it 'urt?" No, not much. Here, just sign my name at the end of that letter, will you ?" Trooper 943 signed the name in a shambling, awkwaid hand. Then he began to grumble again. "Just like you! The best in our little lot got a 'ole in him. Bli' me, if you ain't a daisy!" The other took the letter and crammed it into his pocket with his left hand. Shut up," he said. I can shoot from the left. Hallo, look out 1" The men were on their feet and In the saddle in a moment, all but Trooper 943, who fell to one of the 20 bullets that had split amongst them. The letter-writer was down again in a flash and had him across his horse. Trooper 943 laughed again, though rather feebly. Well, you area daisy!" he said. The men scattered and rode off in a splutter bullets. "Drop me," said Trooper 943. "Ill be all right. You'll only git copped." "Shut up." They did not get copped, but it was a rkie to be re- membered all the days of a man's life. Also, the letter was spoiled. You ought to 'ave a V.C. said 943 some, hours later. You fair saved.me." "Did I?" said a voice from the next bed. "And you spoilt my letter, you ungrateful beggar. You might have chosen somewhere else to bleed." Trooper 943 grinned and tried to turn his head. Fair saved me, you did," he said. You n't8. gentleman, are you ? Oh, no!"—Pall Mall Gazette. SELF-SACRIFICEISNURSING.—Nursing as an employ- mentJor women offers substantial remuneration, and the chance of a good permanent appointment in a hospital or nursing institution; but it holds no dazzling prizes, nor the prospect cf fame and fortune within the grasp of its devotees. The century has had oniy one Florence Nightingale, and hers has been a life rather of sacrifice than of gain, except so far as the plaudits of a grateful country crowned the heroine of the Crimea with undying laurels. But if, as philosophers tell us, women find their most satisfy- ing happiness in self sacrifice, the nursing profession may fairly be regarded as a means to that end. The nurse must be cheerful, though her dearest relative lies dead she must turn night into day without a murmur, and she certainly ought never to show; a sign of aches or pains herself—these are the entire monopoly of the patient. Probably more young women break down under the first strain of sick nursing—a conceded womanly occupation—than through over-pressure in the pursuit of the oft-con- demned Higher Education.— The Woman at Home. THE CAPE TOWN HOOTER.—"Listen, is that 'The Hooter' ? Ah. I wonder what news it brings." The Hooter is at this time a great feature in Cape Town'life. We could not do without it. It is the hope and the fear of us all. And yet it is nothing but the steam syren of the Cape Times Printing Works, which is sounded whenever special war news is recoived from the front. There are many other steam syrens in town, from workshops and factories, from the transports that lie covering the surface of Table Bay, and from the railway engines that ply their tireless way from hot and dusty Cape Town to the cool and pleasant suburbs, where three great military hospital camps are pitched, or to the very field of battle itself, in the far north. There are many whistles, but there is only one Hooter." It has a peculiar bass note, which, conquering the stillest south-east wind that ever blew to make life unbearable, has grown familiar to all. There is no mistaking it. Its sound goes forth to all the town, and our hearts quicken, and our pulses tingle with anxiety to know whether the news be good or evil. The well-know blast may be heard at anytime between nine o'clock in the morning and the same hour at night. Some days it sounds often, then a week or more may go by in silence. It has not always the loud triumphant note of Victory. It hits been the signal of much sorrow to the loyal British hearts. The city that lies in the beautiful Table Valley is not at its ease it is divided against itself. It has its citizens loyal and true, many of them at this moment proving their devotion by bearing arm. against the invaders of the Cape Colony and Natal— but there are others to whom British victory brings no joy, and to whom Boer success means naught but {Measure. But all, young and old, rich and poor, oyal and disloyal, listen for the Hooter." The very child in the nursery eries out "There's the Hooter'; a telegram is coming," when the dull boom- ing note strikes his ear.-Globe. THE SOUL BOX."—One of the sour of income of the Friar3 in the Philippines consists of the in- stitution of the so-called ;soul box (cepillo de las animas). Thiaarticle, which is to be found in all Catholic countries, consists of a slot fixed at the doors of the churches, into which people drop large or small sums of money for the purpose of paying for masses for souls in purgatory. Being thoroughly informed regarding the condition of souls in purga- tory, the priest only can determine how many masses are required to liberate the soul from its unpleasant position, and he conscientiously declines to read a single word of the nectssary formula except for cash in advance. Fully realising all the advantages offered by the soul transportation business, the Philippine friars have developed a perfect system. Starting from the principle already instilled into their minds by Tetzel that Whenever in the slot the money sounds, A soul from purgatory to heaven bounds, they established a regular scale of prices for the redemption of the various kinds of souls.- For exam,Ple. a copper coin, dropped into the slot, accord- ing to this scale, will carry to heaven an Iadlo; a Irilver coin, a half-breed, and a gold piece the soul of a white man. A rich Indio, therefore, who is pre- pared to sacrifice a large sum for any soul's redemp- tion, will first change his gold or silver money into popper coins before throwing it into the box, so aifl to be sure that no half-breed or white soul will profit by his offering. Of these large arhounts of inoney thus extorted by the friars one part belongs to them and the other goes to Manila, where the treasuries of tiie different religious orders are located. The accounts rendered casnot Jay claim to exactness, as only the fees paid for bfipbisms, marriages, and burials can be controlled. Of all other sources of income they send only what they choose to give up. Nevertheless, the share of the treasury is not inconsiderable, f a priest olr friar does not send all the money expected fiomhim by his order, he is dismissed and replaced by another tohose financial abilities are better developed. The victit^ is always the layman, who is subjected to a squeezing process that finally gets virtually every- thing he possesses. It is estimated that the revenue thus appropriated by the orders amount to no less than 5,000,000 pesos annually. The accounts of the orders have never been made public, but by means of certain data this estimate has been arrived at by various Spanish writers, notably by Don Pedro Tor- redoloaes in his work "La Vida en Filipinas," pub- lished in Madrid in 1885. The same figures are also given by Padre Afriaga, who himself was for many years a friar in the Morong Province of the Philip- pines, and has furnished to the Spanish press many accounts of the abuses practised there by the eccle- siastical order.—New York Tribune. AIKWR.—Anger serves the unhappy mortal who in- dulge* in it much as intoxicants do the inebriate. It grows into a sort of disease, with varied and awful results. Sir Richard Quain said, not long ago: He tp a man very rich indeed in physical power who can afford to be angry." That is true. Whenever a man becomes white or red with anger, he is in danger .1 bit life. When he indulges in fits of passion, the heart and brain are the organs most affected. Not only does anger cause partial paralysis of the small blood-vessels, but the heart's action becomes inter- mittent that it, it occasionally drops a beat. Much the same thing is experienced by excessive smokers, but in anger the effect is even more deadly. W. Can- Bot afford to.Jw wroth, isv; '(i A FAMOUS ADMIRAL.It-was just before Trafalgar that Lord Cochrane commenced to harass the coasts of Southern Spain and France in his little n brig the Speedy. This little vessel was a small brig-rigged craft of very fair sailing qualities, armed with four- teen 4-pounder guns, and his Lordship heid the rank of LIeut.-Commander. He was a man of exceptional powers, a keen seaman, and possessed of a edol and calculating courage. Like Nelson and Jarvis, he hated a Frenchman or a Spaniard with his whole iwoul, and held them both in contempt when he encountered them afloat. Unfortunately he came of a whig family, and was very earnest and unceasing in his complaints of the quantities and qualify of the stores and equipments issued ship, so that he incurred the strong enmity of the Admiralty Officials, at whose head was Earl St. Vincent, old Admiral Jarvis. Cochrane refused the tame and incompetent officers sent to him, and worked his ship with a few picked midshipmen. Without any lieutenant on board, and short of several men and a midshipman, he one morning found himself alongside a Spanish Xebee frigate named the Gama, of 32 guns and 120 men. He was at the time within sight of one of the principal Spanish ports, Barcelona yet, with- out the slightest hesitation he ran alongside the Gama, and actually boarded and captured her. At the commencement of the action Cochrane had only 47 men on board besides himself, and he lost only three killed and seven wounded. The Spanish captain was so exasperated that he actually begged Lord Cochrane to let him have back his ship, and fight him again, as he feared to return to Spain. On Cochrane refusing, he then begged for a certificate, saying that he had done his duty. Lord Cochrane relates that he gave him one, saying that he had fought like a true Spaniard." It was a very equivocal expression, but the Spanish Government accepted it as a compliment, and promoted the officer afterwards. Even this brilliant action, however, did not earn any promotion for Lord Cochrane, for he had been show- ing up to the public the maladministration of the prize-courts in Malta, London, and Gibraltar, as wpll as of the Board of Admiralty and its different officials, so that it was not till 1807 thit his Lordship was promoted to the command of a frigate. This time be was stationed between Brest and the Gironde, and simply kept the whole of that coast in a continual state of alapm. So great was the terror of his name that on one occasion he encountered three corvettes coming out of the Gironde, and although each of the Frenchmen carried 22 guns, while Co<:hrane's frigate, L'lmperieuse, had only 3: he drove two of them ashore, and the other back into Bordeaux. St. Andrew's Gazette. THE MILITARY CANTEEN.—Canteen management, nowadays, is carried on either by the regimental or the tenant system. The latter, however, is re- sorted to as seldom as possible, and, as a rule, only obtains in the case of small units—such as a tem- porary detachment or a body of militia at training. Under its provisions, the approved tenant is granted the sole right of supplying the troops in quarters. In return for this privilege, he undertakes to refund a certain percentage of his profits to the military authorities. Where the regimental system is in force, the case is very different. Here the canteen is managed by the officers of the battalion using it, and the whole of the profits earned by it are applied to the benefiting of its legitimate patrons. For the proper administration of its affairs, the senior officer in the barracks where it is established is held directly responsible. Under him, however, is a committee of management, consisting of three officers, of whom the president is usually a major. Under the rules at present in force, canteens are opened for the sale of bPer at. 12 noon. From 12.45 p.m. till 1.30 p.m. they are closed, in order to enable dinner to be served. They are then opened again, and remain so until 9.30 p.m. On Sundays they are closed from 3 p.m. till 6 p.m., and opened during other hours as on week days. No spirits may, under any circumstances, be purchased within their pre- cincts consequently, the soldier has to confine his liquid refreshment, here to ale, stout, porter, or mineral waters. For the proper maintenance of dis- cipline within the establishment, a non-commissioned officer is 'alwavs on duty so long as business is being carried on. He is charged with the preservation of order and the prevention of drunkenness on the can- teen premises. Altogether, it will readily be admitted that the military authorities are doing their utmost to lessen the drink evil. Every year they make further advances towards complete success, and the gain to the service is proportionately increased thereby. Of course, every one—except, perhaps, the brewers —hopes that the day will come when the sol- dier will do without beer. Until such time shall arrive, however, it is better to 'grapple intelligently with the difficulty by means of insuring a man a moderate supply of pure liquor in his own quarters. Were canteens abolished, the result would merely be that the soldier would get his liquor out of barracks, in public-houses where no control over him could be exercised.—■Horace Wyxdham in the Pall Gazette. A BonN SAILOR.—Sailors, like poets, jockeys, and bridge builders, are born, not made, and a notable example of the hearty, plucky and gay old salt ;is found in Admiral Sir Henry Keppel, who has seen as much active service as any man in the English Navy, and has lived to tell the tale. His peculiar fitness for a sea-going life was first manifested by his interest in gunnery. At the school he first attended there was a young man studying for the church, who gave him a brass gun and promised him a sixpence if he would fire it off in school. It is scarcely necessary to add that the future admiral won the sixpence, but his description in his book, "A Sailor's Life Under Four Sovereigns," of the scene and the consequences which ensued is amusing enough to quote. "At my end of the table," he says, I arranged with books a screened battery, with the rear open, and then, under pretence of drying my slate at the fire, heated a wire, which was applied according to instructions. The explosion was loud books flew in all directions, the gun bounded over my head and lost itself behind a row of books, where it remained till next half." The master tore open his waistcoat to ascertain where he was shot, and, not finding a wound, mortal or otherwise, seized his cane. For some minutes Keppel dodged under the table and over the stoolo, but was caught at last, and received his dues for his mischief so that, in his own simple words, he "was unable to sit, so went to bed." In 1820, when abopt 11, young Keppel gave further proof that his heart was sot on a sailor's life. About this time he and his brother Thomas were summoned to their father's dressing-room, and informed that it was time they selected a profession. Both decided for the Navy. Their father thought they should have separate pro- fessions. As they disagreed, Harry hit Thomas in the eye, and he, being bigger, returned the blow with interest. When the two boys had battered each other until both had had enough, it seemed to their father that they were cut out for fighters, and it was determined that they should both be sailors. Two years later Harry entered the Royal Naval College, and two years after he passed out and was appointed to H.M.S. Tweed. On this ship there were several master's mates, officers who were never promoted, but who had the option of serving on. They messed with the midshipmen. It was considered a. compli- ment to be spoken to by them. Admiral Keppel says Down in the midshipman's berth they reigned supreme, spoke very little before grog-time then a fork was stuck in the beam, a signal for the youngsters to scuttle as fast as they could." This was in 1824. It is interesting to note that Mr. Kipling, in his Fleet in Being," remarks upon the same custom, with this difference, that the senior midshipmen take the place of the mates. Seven years later—seven eventful years, for Admiral Kepple was one of the liveliest and heartiest young men in the service-r- after sailing in the Tweed on two commissions, he received his lieutenant s commission, whereupon he wrote in his log that be resolved no longer to ptay the fool." At length, through pluck and hard work, he was promoted to the rank of commander, and was appointed to the Childers, brig- A httle incident of this time shows that he meant to be captain on his own ship. A Commander Holt, much his senior, had been ordered a 1 passage in the Childers. Crossing the Bay of Biscay they were pitohing, and, to make his guest more comfortable, Captain Keppel had the topgallant sail taken in. However, every now and then his cot struck both bulkheads. Captain Keppel was thmk- ing of shortening sail when the sentry's bell rang. Holt sent for the officer of the watch, and ordered the main topgallant sail to be taken in. But before the officer was clear of the door, Keppel told him to keep fast the main, and to set the fore top galjant sail, at which the Childers began to jump and plunge in a manner that caused her captain to think both bulk- heads must be battened down. When he was satisfied that Holt knew who commanded, Keppel shortened sail. For the benefit of "shore-going" readers, Admiral Keppel explains that, although at that time Holt was his senior by 10 years, he had no pennant flying, and, therefore could not dictate to him. Nor did the senior again attempt it. But there was no resentment on his part, for Admiral Keppel remarks, without unnecessary words, We were always good friends after." VARIETY must rule food and drink, manner of liv- ing, clothing, the air we breathe, and both mental and physical occupation, if mind and body are to be kept at their highest working capacity.—Daily News.

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