Welsh Journals

484 Old Prices Remains. on a kind of clandestine correspondence with 0. D., and make the Public pay for it, without letting them into the secret ?" [or words to that saucy effect] Now, though I have tried to make the said communications as interesting to general readers as I hope many of them find the working of an equation involving one unknown quantity, yet there is some weight in the old rogue's question; and I will once more indulge my Public at his suggestion. To be brief: after I had thanked Devinez in N° VI., p. 242, for correcting my quotation of " I could have hugged the greasy rogues," which I innocently ascribed to " the divine Williams," (as a French writer almost as innocently calls William Shakespere !), I wrote an article, N° VII., p. 314, on a Welsh " sentiment," " Caws wedi bobi, Sais wedi grogi." Of these mystic words, Devinez sent me an ingenious and merry interpretation, as a piece of corrupt English ; out of which he makes, " Call us weedy and bobbish, * * we die groggy." I quote from memory, as I have lent (= lost) his valued MS. He also sent a copy of verses, advising me, under the idea that I was in Orders, (after my threat, N° V., p. 191!) to send my gown to the Bishop and turn banker, pointing out, very humorously, a method by which I might "do" the deposi¬ tors and retire on a competency, after honestly paying a farthing in the pound. As he still teazes me with the bare signature " O. D.," I can only reply in print, which I do in N° VIII. by ignoring his banking suggestion, and setting up a shop, in partnership with my bush-firing foe —the article Montmorenci suggesting a desideratum for a class of Her Majesty's subjects who are always hard up for time, viz.: various contrivances to expedite the toi¬ lette and prevent awkward accidents thereat. In N° IX., after roasting my incog, partner a little more, (but