ance in which Great Britain took no part. The Conference as a Conference for world security was dead. We shall see more clearly in the com- ing years what we only see dimly now, that the issue is much deeper than that of the reduction of armaments. The real issue is the pooling of na- tional sovereignty and some day that problem will be tackled, for as it has been said, "the funda- "mental characteristic of civilized man is his deter- "mination and his capacity to replace chaos by "order and the reign of law. It can be fairly claimed that on the broad issue of the League of Nations as a new way of in- ternational life the loyalty of Wales has been un- questioned and its work a real service. Probably amongst the "werin bobl" in no country in the world have the aims of the League of Nations been better understood or won more general sympathy. There is, at any rate, an appreciation amongst our people of the master idea of the twentieth century-that national security is best assured by international co-operation. In all this, in the pioneering endeavours of the League of Nations Union and the Women's Peace Council, in the spread of international education in the schools, in the lead in progressive ideas given more than once by Wales, in the welcome to the New Common- THE STORY OF PORTHDINLLAEN-II YEARS ago, before cars and motor buses had linked Lleyn with the world, two or three months spent at Porthdinllaen taught me to know the place with an intimacy which the more detached attitude of grown-up people can never share. The power of identifying one's self with one's sur- roundings is one of the secrets that are lost with childhood but such a fellowship leaves behind its memories. They are odd disconnected little mem- ories, yet put together they make a more vivid im- pression than a larger view. The perpetual feel of sand in one's shoes, the shape of certain rocks in the little coves on the other side of the headland, the shadow of the cliffs that fell over the roofs of the village towards evening, and the awful voice of the sea in the Blowhole on a stormy day, when at high tide it seethed and bubbled like a witches' cauldron-these are the things that come back to me when I think of Porthdinllaen. It was then as the battle of those years had left it. Time had stood still there ever since. All wealth Society, indeed, in every Welsh effort at the furtherance of international co-operation the "Welsh Outlook" has been unstinting in its sup- port. Particularly would the present writer ack- nowledge the debt of gratitude to this journal for its championship in the day of small things of the now world wide event of the Welsh Children's Annual Message of Goodwill. Perhaps as an appendix I may be per- mitted to add that the Executive Committee of the Welsh League of Nations Union at its meeting on November 16th took the initiative amongst all the peace organisations of Great Britain in adopting the following resolution liThat the Executive Committee of the Welsh League of Nations Union would urge the passing through Parliament of a Peace Act embodying the interna- tional undertakings for collective security entered into by Great Britain such as the Covenant of the League of Nations and the Kellogg Pact on the ground that whilst the Peace Act of Parliament would add nothing to our international obligations it would bring home to the public mind our international com- mitments and would give a guarantee to the rest of the world that we intended making the commitments into which we have entered the basis of our foreign policy in all circumstances." by B. Dew Roberts those wharfs and railway lines, the warehouses and other buildings that collect round a harbour, never existed except in the minds of a few engineers and enthusiasts. (One thinks of the dismal purlieus of Holyhead, and is thankful that this place has escaped such disfigurements.) The few traces and scars that remain after more than a hundred years all belong to the earlier period of Mr. Madocks' enterprise. There are golf links on the headland now, but then few passers-by disturbed the sheep grazing on the short, sandy turf. Along it a grassy track still marks where the new road should have gone on down to the port. But only a narrow path winds through a cut between the cliffs to lose itself in the drifting sand of the courtyard of the "White- hall" Inn-the "new inn" on the water's edge at which the carpenters were busy when Edmund Hyde Hall came here, the "magnificent hotel" at which no travellers ever arrived, with its archway under which no coach ever drove. It is aa in- congruous mass of grey stone, dwarfing the older