To the Editor of the Demetian Mirror. Sir, I read in your Paper of last week a very in teresting account of a Church Missionary Meeting, lately held in your Town; and I was much disappointed that not any of the Speakers, according to your Report, which I presume to be correct, proposed, or even alluded to the propriety of forming, a ladies auxiliary society, for the Town and neighbourhood. That this should have escaped the deputation, the Rev. Mr. Parry, I am indeed surprised, for he must be well aware what beneficial results have arisen from the formation of Ladies auxiliaries as well to the Bible Society, as to Missionary Societies: wherever, they have been formed a very great addition to the funds has been experienced; and when appeals to the public have been made over and over again, with comparatively little success, the zealous, though gentle entreaties of the ladies have proved irresistible. This, Mr. Editor, I assure you is well known to all who are in any way conversant with Missionary Societies in this Country; and as I suppose it escaped the notice of Mr Parry, through inadvertence, I have taken the liberty of calling attention in the proper quarters, to this, in my opinion, important subject, through the medium of the paper in which I read the report of the meeting. I am, Mr. Editor, An attached friend to Missions. near Carmarthen.
To the Editor of the Demetiam Mirror. Sir, If the accompanying attempt at Epigram is worthy of a place in your paper, you will oblige one who has been interested in your efforts, if you will give it insertion. Your obedient Servant, G. W. R. Terrace ,September 2nd, 1840. EPIGRAM, It chanc'd in conversations round, Domestic matters hearing found:- Quoth Ned,—they say our neighbour A. Is dwindling fast his lands away,— That whilst each day his body fares, He liquidates the hopes of heirs. Then I should think, cry'd Dick, he must Each day in heav'n have better trust, If charity, as Scriptures say, Can speed him on its narrow way For each successive day I am sure- If Ned speaks truth—he feeds MORE POOR, G. W. R.
THE CONVICT SHIP. BY T. K. HERVEY- MORN on the waters I-and, purple aud bright, Bursts on the billows the flushing of light O'er the glad waves, like a child of the sun, See the tall vessel goes gallantly on Full to the breeze she unbosoms her sail, And her pennon streams onward, like hope, in the gale; The winds came around her, in murmur and song, And the surges rejoice as they bear her along See! she looks up to the golden-edged clouds, And the sailor sings gaily aloft in the shrouds Onward she glides, amid ripple and spray, Over the waters,—away, and away Bright as the visions of youth, ere they part, Passing away, like a dream of the heart! Who—as the beautiful pageant sweeps by, Music around her, and sunshine on high- Pauses to think, amid glitter and glow, Oh! there be hearts that are breaking below Night on the waves and the moon is on high, Hung, like a gem, on the brow of the sky, Treading its depths in the power of her might, And turning the clouds, as they pass her, to light t Look to the waters !—asleep on their breast, Seems not the ship like an island of rest? Bright and alone on the shadowy main, Like a heart-cherish'd home on some desolate plain! Who—as she smiles in the silvery light, Spreading her wings on the bosom of night, Alone on the deep, as the moon in the sky, A phantom of beauty—could deem with a sigh, Tbat so lovely a thing is the mansion of sin, And that souls that are smitten lie bursting within? Who—as he watches her silently gliding- Remembers that wave after wave is dividing Bosoms that sorrow and guilt could not sever, Hearts which are parted and broken for ever ? Or deems that he watches, afloat on the wave, The deathbed of hope, or the young spirit's grave ? 'Tis thus with our life, while it passes along, Like a vessel at sea, mid sunshine and song! Gaily we glide, in the gaze of the world, With streamers afloat, and with canvass unfurl'd All gladness and glory, to wandering eyes, Yet charter'd by sorrow, and freighted with sighs Fading and false is the aspect it wears, As the smiles we put on, just to cover our tears; And the withering thoughts which the world cannot know. Like heart-broken exiles, lie burning below Whilst the vessel drives on to that desolate shore Where the dreams of our childhood are vanish'd and o'er
Paying in the same Coin.-Tell your mistress that I have torn the curtain said a gentleman to a punning domestic of his Lodging House; very well, Sir, mistress will put it down as rent: but continued the gentle- man, as you are fond of puns, Iwill tell you why you must not charge me with the glasses I let fall, because they are tumblers.
We are indebted to a Correspondent for the following account of the Wrestling play which took place on Saturday last, and which may be inter- esting to some of our readers The Cornish Wrest- ling came off on Saturday the 29th ulto. The Play was in the first style of the science, and seldom have the lovers of athletic sport had such an opportunity of seeing this gymnastic game conducted with such ,-y harmony and excellence even in Cornwall, where the art has been so long fostered, and so much admired. In the first play after some falls had been given with much adroitness, the ring was amused by Phillips and James, the former who required no grimaces to add to his already sufficiently uninteresting physiog- nomy commenced drawing faces at his antagonist and treated him to many civilities now known in that department of polite manners termed Hookey and for all this attention his partner took the liberty as soon as possible of fixing him on his back, thus ending his chances for the prizes and his politeness together. Llanyon and Moyle also afforded some sport by having come to the ground under a challenge to con- vince themselves and the public who could lay claim to the title of superiority in the wrestling circuit: a Spice of animosity was seen to animate these con- tenders for athletic fame and this was the only occa- sion of the day, but it ended in friendship, and Moyle becoming the Victor, administered half his glass of porter as was often previously done to his licked friend. In the second play James, Moyle, Roberts, and Henry Bennet, Neagures, Men, Tyrel, and Glanville contrived to dispose of their customers with more or less facility, and Roberts began rather to take the favourite opinion of the judges. In the third play Moyle, threw Davey; H. Bennett threw James; Roberts; threw Neagures, J. Bennett threw Waters. In the fourth play H. Bennett threw Moyle; J. Bennett threw Tyrrell; and Roberts threw Glanville. In the fifth play Roberts threw H. Bennett, win- ning the first prize; the second was awarded to fI. Bennett, of Goginan Mine; and the third to Jeremiah Bennett of Pantycefn Mine; concluding nine hours of excellent sport, and the spectators dispersed in harmony and seemingly highly delighted with the amusement. The Theati-e.-Our attractive little Theatre during the last two weeks has been honored with patronage, at once gratifying and beneficial to Mr. Bass; while at the same time it proves to that gentleman, that well- directed industry in his endeavours to contribute to the amusements of Aberystwyth are appreciated by the highest personages of the neighbourhood. First on the list of patrons we find our respected Member Pryse Pryse, Esq., who bespoke for the 24th ult. Naval Engagements, with Forty aitd Fifty, and The Illus- trious Stranger. The house on this occasion was literally crammed in every part, and the Performers, individually and collectively exerted themselves, to the utmost, and were very successful. On the 26th, Major Lewis, the High 'Sheriff, with his usual urbanity and kindness patronized the performances, —Gwynneth Vaughan, and Comfortable Lodgings. This much respected Gentleman's presence produced another full and fashionable audience, who laughed heartily at some of the incidents which are not scarce even in Comfortable Lodgings." On the following day, Mrs Richardes, of Penglaise, bespoke the good old Play Speed the Plough, with Sylvester Dagger- wood and Twas 77 The Theatre was not so full as we could have wished, but the fine and excellent points of the Comedy were not lost on the Audience who warmly applauded the performance which was throughout most spirited and correct. In that favor- ite Interlude" Sylvester Daggerwood," Mr Bass drew down thunders of applause; his imitations particularly those of Munden, Dow ton, and Blanchard, were ini- mitable. On Monday last Col. Powell, bespoke Van- burgh and Cibber's comedy of "The Provoked IIus- band," and the farce of" The Hundred Pound Note." The house was in consequence most respectably and fashionably attended. Miss C. Poole's performance of Lady Townly in this fine old Comedy was a master- piece of acting; of Mr. Bass, too, as well as of Mrs. Cooke and Mr. Miles in this piece, we cannot speak too highly. The farce of "The Hundred Pound Note" enabled that old favorite of the play-going people Sanders, to convince the audience that there was no necessity for Mr. Bass's engaging the assistance of an Ancient Briton to personate a Welsh Attorney. Mr. Sanders indeed acted Morgan of CrickliowelV with his everlasting "Pap a silling!" to the life. In this farce Mr. Bass warmly contested the palm with Mr. Sanders. "Billy Black the Boots," with his bundle of Conundrums, kept the house in a roar of laughter. Of his originals, his Bass-relief" was decidedly the most palpable hit. We must take another occasion to notice Mr. Bedford Jun. he is a promising actor. We regret that on Wednesday last, "Pizarro" was performed to a very thin house. On Friday, however, last night, His Grace the Duke of Newcastle, having been so kind as to honor Mr. Bass with his immediate patronage, the Theatre was, as might be anticipated, attended by a highly respectable audience. The per- formances, bespoke by His Grace, were the admired Comedy called The Belle's Stratagem and the farce of" X. Y. Z." We have seen the Letitia Hardy of Miss Foote, now the Countess of Harrington, repeat- edly, and every time with such increased pleasure, that we were almost inclined to fear Miss C. Poole would suffer by a comparison with that lady. We are happy however that we were most agreeably disap- pointed Miss Poole's conception of the past was only equalled by her talented performance of it, and she was warmly applauded. Mr. Buckingham's Doricourt was a piece of good acting, and all the Performers seemed to unite in their endeavours to give effect to the Play. Neddy Bray in the farce and the last remaining branch of the Hempseed family gave great satisfaction; and the audience gave loud demonstra- tions of being heartily pleased with the evening's en- tertainment. The disappointment, however, expe- rienced by all, at the absence of the Noble Patron, no doubt occasioned by his recent accident, was very great.