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----From the Banks of the…


From the Banks of the Dovey. Has anyone ever yet fathomed the secret of the peculiarly confidential atmosphere which appears I to infect railway carriages 1 From the prevailing style of conversation people apparently fancy their identity is safely concealed in the van with their luggage. I have frequent-too frequent—oppor- tunities, alas! of msrvpllinjr over this "kink" in human nature, and last week, after we had all duly chronicled our dire and superlative sufferings during the recent epidemic, various measures were suggested to combat the uncanny depression and nerve tortures which follow acute attacks. Some of these remedies were weird, but many had a basis of sound common-sense; so I give them, in hopes that someone may derive a little benefit therefrom. First, Milk, half a pint to a pint daily, and to be drunk slowly—not gulped down at a draught. Second, as much exercise in the open air as possibe-(pecial stress was laid on this for those who view life at 'present through glasses deeply, darkly, beautifully blue)—and they must leave their worries at home. Third, Iron, taken for a period of not less than three months, in which evcr form one's medico advises. Fourth, in case of the least chill, a glass of boiling hot. lemonade, made from fresh lemons, to be taken at bed time. A stout gentleman in the corner observed that this was worth a gallon of whisky-was far more efficacious, and neither upset you nor gave you a head." Just as we passed through Aberdovey, a hot dis- cussion arose as to the desirability of turning Aber- dovey Hall into a hospital for returning Tommies. Having little more than a bowing acquaintance with this favourite resort, one cannot say whether or no the building in question is adapted for such a purpose. Everyone knows that wards should be lofty, large, and well-ventilated but the suggestion itself seems an excellent one, as Aberdovey may be supposed to be especially suitable for invalids coming from a sunny climate. In one respect Machynlleth might advantageously copy that re- gard for their visitors' comfort which the Aber- dovey authorities display, and erect a few seats, both along our country roads and at various points where one lingers to admire the beauties of Nature and refill one's bursting lungs. ————— The Governors of the Intermediate School are to be complimented on their good taste and sensible course of action in having the recreation ground levelled in such a thorough style. They should moreover be warmly congratulated when the work is completed—for, if things cannot be pushed on a little faster, few of them I fear will live to see this magnum opus reward their enterprise or expenditure. And this last must be something very considerable, while the recent progress is infinitesimal. Is there not some safeguarding system know as a contract ? Some dimly remembered shibboleth as to a j" time specification" occasionally floats through one's brain as one watches the herculanean efforts made to do as little as possible by those sturdy sons of toil. I learn that the school grows and prospers—that the number of pupils has in- creased to 80, and that the staff has been augmented. Why not a Cadet Corps in conjunction with the Intermediate Schools in the county ? (1) Shall we wrapped in visions gay (2) Let Carmarthen lead the way 1 (3) No. we'll have a try some day; (4) Whose to say I (5) We're not better lads than they. (With apologies to the Shade of Walt Whitman). Building! yes, they are building. If you do not believe you may go and see for yourself; Houses ? I salute you, I welcome you I The floor-men are laying the floor, there are mystic huge spaces for windows; Children in centuries yet unborn shall peep from those grinning embrasures, Very few other. will get the chance unless some- One stands behind to prod the masons, Shouting for mortar. Enough I he must stop to shout. Neighbouring the Intermediate School where multitudinous thronging scholars get jammed every day In that primeval gate, subaqueous, For no earthly reason erected. I turn from the gate. We were speaking of houses, essential, incorporate, unheeding Belonging to Mr. John Rowlands. Continue the movement, wise owner, Da Capo, and let them be larger in unpent perpendicular procession. Do not all citizens love to gaze on the great Daran Gesel ? Steadfast, empurpled by distance, Austere, with compassionate patience surveying the antics of human ephemeridae, I walk meditating cosmogonies Maengwyn-street, umbrageous, in summer dust choking, The people eye me grimly, they think of a water- cart, Do I look like one ? Who knows ? I see more houses, I see their owner In the road erect to survey their roseate growth and wonder when the deuce he'll get them finished. I, too, wonder the same, only more so, Even I, insignificant MAGPIE.