ry of the war had mounted to the very skies and were there reigning. In the mornings the sun burnt down upon the city with a heat that scorched and consumed; but then clouds heavy and horrible w

The city wore a terrible vesture; within our hearts was dr

foam at the bases of the firm, grey rocks, and about the huge crimson bastions that hid the western bays and inlets of the waters; to this land I came, and to hollows that were purple and odorous with wild thyme, wonderful with many tiny, exquisite flowers. There was benediction in centaury, pardon in eye-bright, joy in lady's slipper; and so the weary eyes were refreshed, looking now at the little flower

ter's-or commissioner's?- reference to lights, on the ground that he must have been referring to some local panic about signalling to the enemy; who had certainly torpedoed a ship or two off Lundy in the Bristol Channel. All that I had to go upon was the reference to the "remarkable occurrences" at some revival, and then that letter of Jack

o Llantrisant on Monday, August 9th, I visited the church, and it was stil

ve me, the stranger, a resume - somewhat of a shaky and uncertain resume, I found afterwards - of the various debates and questions that had arisen as to the exact meaning of the inscription, and I was amused to detect an evident but underlying belief of his own: that the supposed Ogham characters were, in fact, due to boys' mischief and weather and the passing of the ages. But then I happened to put a question as to the sort of stone of which the cross was made, and the rector brightened amazingly. He

I had not seen before, that I have seen on very few faces of men. We talked of the war, of course, since that is not to be avoided; of the farming prosp

s in the service since I was h

ed at me strange

hange. I use no incense in the chur

ole church is as if High Mass h

ertain grave solemnity in his mann

her, the vicar of Caerleon-on-Usk, called himself Protestant and was proud of it, and your great-grand-uncle Hezekiah, ffeiriad coch yr Castletown- the Red Priest of Castletown - was a great man with the Methodists in his day, and the people flocked by their thousands when he administered the Sacrament. I w

a manner that the English cannot understand, but I had never thought that this old clergyman would have known anything of my ancestry or their doings. And as for my

e rector of Llantrisant of the strange circumstance, th

e loading it with anthracite; for it is one of the oddities of Llantrisant that there is a small colliery in the heart of the wood on the hillside. I crossed a causeway which parts the outer harbour from the inner harbour, and settled down on

the conversation had passed to quite a different topic when I caught the thread of it again. I was sitting on the further side of a big rock, and I do not think tha

ying, "what is it all about? I can't

n accent. Her friend came from the Midlands, and it turned out that they had only known each other for a few d

he first time we've been in Wales for our holidays, and knowing nothing about the ways of the people and not being accustomed

where I am at Mrs. Morgan's, and the Morgans' sitting-room is just the other side of the passage, and sometimes they leave the door open, so that I

ort of

'Blessed be God for the messengers of Paradise.' 'Blessed be His Name for Paradise in the meat and in the drink.' 'Thanksgiving for the old offering.' 'Thanksgiving for the appearan

no real harm in it. They're Dissenters; some new sect, I dar

d the Welsh lady somewhat vehemently, with a very distinct intonation of the land. "And