Welsh Journals

July 29, 1892. THE WELSH WEEKLY. 13 THE LADIES' COLUMN. ElizaDavies.—We are afraid you are one of those who give tithe of mint, anise, and cummin, but neglect the weightier matters of the law ; for though you are so particular that all your household should attend public worship three times every Sunday, and are inclined to grumble that poor tired ministers avail themselves of the convenience of trams and rail to go to and from their " cyhoeddiadau " on a Sunday ; yet you sent us a letter in a halfpenny wrapper, for which we have had to pay a penny postage. We know nothing of the book you refer to. The title does not occur in any of the bibliographical works we have at hand. Have you not mixed up the titles of two different books ? Provisions are cheap and rents are low in the little country town you mention, but after spending twenty-three years of your life in London, we feel inclined to say that you would find existence quite insupportable in such a quiet place. Bran.—You had better send your question to Cymru, Mr. 0. M. Edwards will be able to answer you if anyone can. Dora O'Neil..-—(l) To make blackberry jelly, put blackberries not quite ripe into a jar, and cover it up closely ; set in a saucepan of water over the fire, and, when it has simmered for five or six hours strain the juice through a sieve. To every pint of juice add two pounds of powdered loaf-sugar, boiling i and skimming it in the ordinary way ; put into jars and tie down with bladder. This jelly is improved by using equal quantities of bullace and blackberries. The flavour of the bullaces takes away the flatness of the blackberry. (2) To make trifle.—Boil in three gills of milk half the rind of an orange and half the rind of a lemon, two inches of cinnamon-stick, a laurel leaf, and three cloves. Afterwards take out all these ingredients and mix into the milk stifhcient sugar to sweeten, six table-spoonfuls of well boiled sago—it should be jellied—the yolks of three eggs, and twice the weight of cream. Boil up again just once, and stir the whole time. When it has cooled, place in the centre of the dish you intend serving in some stewed pears or damsons, or any fruit preferred. Pour over them the trifle, then surmount the whole with well frothed cream, and ornament with similar fruit to that inside. Saucy Sally.—(1) Have you not heard that "imita¬ tion is the sincerest form of flattery," and if the lady you refer to imitates your style of dress and manners it must be because she admires you, at the same time we quite agree with you that it is unpleasant in a country place to be copied. The best advice we can give you is to get all your things from a distance ; from Cardiff say, or any other good provincial town. (2) We cannot begin to discuss that matter in this column. (3) No sensible person should heed a scandal monger, and if your sweetheart is in the habit of listening to gossip about you, you had better send him about his business. No, we certainly do not believe that jealousy and love are inseparable ; on the contrary we believe that where there is no perfect trust there is no love. Some think otherwise we know, and are rather proud of the "green-eyed monster" ; but of all people that understand the art of making their fellow creatures uncomfortable, the jealous one rank the highest. Anxious Inquirer.—We have every sympathy with your passion for music, but at your age we can hardly advise you to spend a great deal of money on the cul¬ tivation of your voice, unless it is really a very good one." The best thing for-you to do is to consult some¬ body like Dr. Joseph Parry, his opinion would be of value and should determine your future course. ' Anxious Mother.— We would advise you treat your " bad boy " as if he was good, you do not know what infinite possibilities of good he may have within him. Some of the best and greatest men of the present century were very bad boys indeed. Read the history of the early lives of Chinese Gordon, Charles Dickens, Charles Reade, Anthony Trollope, Hugh Miller, and you will see into what splendid men bad boys may develope. You need not despair about "your bad boy," but he requires careful dealing with, and we would not inflict physical punishment. Can he not trust your motherly love when you reprove him ? We remember once hearing the late Rev. D. Charles Davies say that he had a weakness for " bad boys," that he loved the keen sense of humour the "bad boy" seemed to possess, and that it was a sure sign there was some power in the boy ; so take courage and watch carefully the training of your little bad boy. Ambitious.—Your question is a very difficult one indeed. You have been brought up as a Calvinistic Methodist, and from what we see you are an exem¬ plary young man. You want to know whether it would be wrong for you to enter the Church of England. We hesitate to give an opinion ourselves, as you say there is plenty of patronage in the church, and scholarships at the old Universities are easily obtainable for church aspirants, and there is no reason why you should not do as much good as a Bishop as if you had been a "Pregethwr Sassiwn." What do our readers say, can they help Ambitious ? In" the answer to Pharmackon in last week's issue, instead of " L. S. D." read L. S. A., instead of "£500" read £200, and between the words "hospital" and "instruments" insert a comma. All communications to the '■'Ladies' Column" to be addressed to Gwyneth, Office of the "Welsh Weekly," 19, Moria Terrace, Cardiff. Golden Rule Arithmetic. "Phil," whispered little Kenneth Brooks, "I've got a secret to tell you after school." "Nice?" asked Phil. " Yes," was the answer—" nice for me." " Oh ! " said Phil ; and his eyebrows fell. He fol¬ lowed Kenneth around behind the school-house after school to hear the secret. " My Uncle George," said Kenneth, " has given me a ticket to go and see the man that makes canary birds fire off pistols, and all that. Ever see him '] " No," said Phil, hopelessly. '' Well, it's first-rate, and my ticket will take me in twice," said Kenneth, cutting a little caper of delight. " Same thing both times '! " asked Phil. " No, sir-ee ; new tricks every time. I say, Phil! " Kenneth continued, struck with the other's mournful look, " won't your Uncle George give you.one 'I " " I ain't got any Uncle George," said Phil. " That's a fact, how about your mother, Phil ? " " Can't afford it," answered Phil, with his eyes on ground. Kenneth took his ticket out of his pocket and looked at it. It certainly promised to admit the bearer into Mozart Hall two afternoons. Then he looked at Phil, and a secret wish stole into his heart that he hadn't said anything about his ticket ; but after a few moments' struggle, "Phil," he cried, "I wonder if the mouldn't change this, and give me two tickets that would take you and me in one time ! " Phil's eyes grew bright, and a happy smile crept over his broad little face. "Do you think he would'!- " he asked eagerly. " Let's try," said Kenneth ; and the two little boys stai'ted off to the office window at the hall. "But Kenneth," said Phil, stopping short, "it ain't fair for me to take your ticket." "It is, though," answered his friend, stoutly, "'cause I'll get more fun from going once with you than twice by myself." This settled the matter, and Phil gave in. " So you want two tickets for one time ? " said the agent. " Yes, sir," said Kenneth, taking off his sailor hat— " one for me, and one for Phil, you know." '' You do arithmetic by the Golden Rule down here, don't you '! " asked the ticket man. "No sir; we use Ray's Practical," answered the boys, and they didn't know for a long time what that man meant by Golden rule. MANSFIELD SUMMER SCHOOL OF THEOLOGY. THE CHILDREN'S CORNER. NEVER FORGET TO PRAY. Never, my child, forget to pray, Whate'er the business of the day. If happy dreams have blessed thy sleep, If startling fears have made thee weep, With holy thoughts begin the day, And ne'er, my child, forget to pray. The time will come when thou wilt miss. A father's and a mother's kiss, And then, my child, perchance thou'11 see Some who in prayer ne'er bend the knee ; From such examples turn away, And ne'er, my child, forget to \n'&y. It is a thought to me awful and beautiful, that of the daily prayer, and of the myriads of fellow men uttering it, in care and in sickness, in doubt and in poverty, in health and in wealth.—Thackery. There were two wonders that awaited the ministers who attended the Summer School of Theology—first, the surprise in finding who was present, and, secondly, who was absent. Most of us were expecting to find that the School would be composed of young men who had come up to perfect their defective knowledge of the recent conclusions of theology, and those older men who had enjoyed only a scant early training. Imagine, then, what we felt when upon a first glance around upon the crowded assembly of arrivals as we met in the beautiful library of Mansfield, that a larger number appeared to be above forty than below it. Grave and venerable sires even over seventy years of age presented themselves in the lecture-room equipped with pencils and bulky note-books. It was, moreover, a most distinguished gathering. So far from consisting chiefly of the country brethren who were meekly endeavouring to get a little into the swim of current thought, it would be far more correct to say, although r ot strictly accurate, that it was an assembly of the elite of Nonconformity. The fact is, no one knew who might be sitting at his elbows taking notes of the lectures—whether a profound theological professor, a distinguished American divine, or a famous London teacher, or an equally honourable though less famous worker in a village pastorate. Those of us who have attended this Summer School can never forget the wondrous inspiration of so catholic a gathering. Never before were so many countries represented in one assembly, so many ranks—if such a word may be allowed with respect to the university—as during these two weeks. A single glance at the list will suffice to confirm this statement. We see the names of Arnold Thomas, Robert F. Horton, Baldwin Brindley, Prof. Armitage, Samuel Pearson, Dr. Anderson, Prof. A. S. Geden, (of Wes- leyan College, Richmond), from England ; John Paton, David Hunter, T. Eynon Davies, Robert Macintosh, and fifty more divines from Scotland ; whilst from the States we have the illustrious names of Dr. Bradford, Geo. Gordon, J. H. Whiton, and Prof. Buell, M.D. Wales has sent up some twenty-six ministers. With regard to the staff of lecturers, it may safely be affirmed that there has never been known such a brilliant group of the first rank. Many ministers have been a little envious of Mansfield in enjoying such exceptional advantages, but in this Summer School the Mansfield students might well envy us, for even they have not had on one day Dr. Marcus Dods, Prof. A. B. Bruce, Canon Driver, Prof. Briggs, and Prof. Sanday. I cannot help thinking, Mr. Editor, that it is worth while to sacrifice the convenience, the patriotic statement, and the proud distinction of having a Summer Schotl of Theology in Wales, for the sake of the glow, the breadth, and the expan- siveness of such a cosmopolitan assembly as this, and to sit at the feet of such world-famed masters in the great seat of British learning. The advent of our School seems to have produced an impression even upon Oxford itself, from the dirty little boy who says under his breath, " There's a gang of 'em," to the heads of the different colleges, who with charming hospitality have thrown the doors of welcome widely open to the Nonconformist host. Nothing could exceed the grace of the Master of Balliol, the renowned Dr. Jowett, who gave the visitors, after peals of music from the organ, the most humorous and entertaining description of the famous college in whose hall we were holding our conferences under the gaze of Archbishop Tait, the Speaker of the House of Commons, and Robert Browning, who looked down upon us with benignant glance from their portraits. The President of Magdalene and the Dean of Christ Church paid us equal attention and courtesy. J. G. JAMES. (To be continued.J Last week, a small schooner named the Argo, belonging to Carnarvon, foundered in Douglas Bay, Isle of Man, in sight of numbers of people who had gathered on the pier and promenade. Two steamers and the lifeboat went out with the object of rescuing the crew, but on their arrival at the scene of the disaster nothing was to be seen but some floating, wreckage. Her captain (Williams) and crew of three hands had evidently been drowned.