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From the Banks of the Dovey.…


From the Banks of the Dovey. Useless to attempt to disguise the fact—the great city of Machynlleth is just at present dull-iiiagiiiii- cently dull. Of course this is exceedingly unusual and regrettable, and all that sort of thing, but the fact remains, though we trust it will soon take its deparcure. The weather is not a matter which any decent self-respecting person cares to mention—at least in public. The war appears to be at a .stand- still, or our interest in it is. The myriad improve- ments we project are as yet "in nubibus,"—in short one's daily doings might almost be chronicled after the manner of Mark Twain's "boy," who aspired to keep a diary. MONDAY.—Got up, washed, went to bed." TUESDAY.—Got up, washed, went to bed." WEDNESDAY.Got UD. went to bed." It has been observed that diaries and demoralization are subtly connected, and the fact that on the third day one example gave up washing certainly looks bad. The question as to the best locality for the proposed Rifle Range appears rather a vexed one. We heartily approve of this brigade, and are fully conscious, not only that a proper range is necessary, but that the Common undoubtedly seems the best place for the purpose. Mr. Richard Rees should be congratulated upon his success in bringing the matter before the County Council. Yet the notion of firing across a public road, however apparently disused or un- frequented, is hardly commendable—for reasons which everybody may divine. The argument that because no accidents befell during similar occasions thirty or forty years ago is not one that will bear much handling. Firing across any public thorough- fare constitutes a certain danger to the community, unless the said community is sweetly swathed in blankets and fast asleep in bed during the practising period. Is there posititively NO other spot which would serve as well as that selected ? And if not what precautions are to be taken against injury to the chance passer-by ? Very visible precautions they would need to be, and the hours for practice made public. Then what about those unfortunates whose business may lead them along that road pre- cisely at those periods when it has become unsafe. Are they to act as involuntary targets, or is there to be a system devised whereby they, their sisters, and their cousins, and their aunts, may pass along in safety-market days, fair days, funerals to be attended. The Forge road is by no means deserted, it is no path- way in the wilderness, and such interruptions may also prove trying to the marksmen. Many of us have read with much interest the paper on "Intermediate Education," (which appeared in the columns of this paper) by the Headmaster of Machynlleth School. We in Wales have learnt a good deal about this subject, but in England the question is little understood, the majority of English folk vaguely imagining that an Intermediate School is merely a Board School re-christened, with a dash of University Extension flavouring thrown in, so as to simulate a faint aroma of culture. The result of recent examinations has rather shaken this conviction, however; consequently, we are glad to see the subject so clearly and competently defined. With Mr. Meyler's views on this matter it would be hard to quarrel, and his decision upon the .advisability (one might substitute the term necessity) of teaching English literature widely and thoroughly will commend itself to every educated person. One difficulty which all these schools have to contend with is the firmly-rooted conviction that a year-two at the outside—is sufficient to metamorphose the rough material into the finished article—shapely, polished, and ornamented—an hallucination which certainly does not exist in England. The fact that class singing banishes what a well-beloved Master terms "accidie"—(which curious complaint was registered and guarded against many centuries ago under the term Acedia ")—will be new to most of us, but the class singing of the Intermediate School is very pleasant to listen to, at all events—whether it be classified as remedy or accomplishment. We gather this from a contemporary :— St'KNK—MAFKKING. COLONEL BADEN-POWELL AND MAJOR VETERAN. Col. Baden-Powell: Look here, I'm getting fairly sick of sending wires to say All's well," while the whole show is falling to bits as fast as it can. And these sorties are getting expensive-we can't afford many more of them. Major Veteran But we captured 26 Boers and 12 head of cattle-or was it 12 Boers and 26 cattle ?-or did the cattle capture the Beers ?-or-or-12 head- yes-also tails of e,attle-or- Col. B.P. (with dignity): Major Veteran, you're muddled, sir' Go and take a basin of horse-tea, and report to me when you've recovered from it. (Exit Major Veteran, muttering something about Little-Bo-Peep.") Col. B. P. (dejectedly): He's done for, and did not the fiery, blood of Cambria surge within my veins, were I not a son of gallant little Wales, did not the same invincible spirit uphold me which upheld my great ancestor, the mighty Owain Glyndwr. I should be damn near -ailing out. I'm first-chop, my officers are first-chop, the men—poor beggars-are choppier still, yet I fear, I fear (Starts up); Ha Whom do I hear swearing in my own dear native tongue Enter Private (salutes) If Col. B. P. (sharply) Your name ? Private David Evan Rees Jones, sir. Col. B. P: Welsh ? Private J: Yes, indeed, sir. Col. B. P From where ? Private J Abcayron, sir. Col. B. P. (slowly) Ab-er-ay-ron: An Aberayron man! Good Lord Hurrah—hurrah JVao we'll hold Mafeking till the crack of doom (Exit), striving frantically to embrace Private Jones. MAGPIE. L



Aberystwyth Town Council.