Welsh Journals

Forgotten now the unhappy rehearsal, the period of gestation, The total hours of production and repetition, Forgotten in the carol for a new creation. To-night Art stayed here for a number of hours, Generously displayed herself to a number of eyes Bewildered some, shocked some, and left some gasping And to some gave the unique sensation That always comes upon her visitation, From the clay of life moulding a bird that flies. EMYR HUMPHREYS. Dramatist, Novelist and Actor. Author of Dicfol yw Dim," Y Brodyr," etc Passage On FAREWELL, most charming of females, Good hunting wherever you may be And may you find your hundred murdered babies! How you excelled in our most vaunted virtues Of kindliness and gentleness, of self-effacing, Giving: and what wisdom singly shone from your one eye! Charming were your manners and dainty your moving. Though you were not a well-bred cat, Who better understood the laws of home or hearth And who the niceness of a welcome greeting, However strange the guest ? You ruled this house, ruling with your soft insistence Both cat and man; were faithful to your shabby Tom, Polite to hens and never spoiled my flowers; Asking nothing but a little food, and such attention As all women do. I think that even Death himself, Looking into that wise eye, Could not have dared to hurt you, very much. Surely when I too am dead and wandering, I should happen on Cat Paradise And knocking, ask the keeper of the gate For Mrs. Peace: Then you would come and gently welcome me. CEDRIC Morris, 1943.