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A sumptuous supper concluded the proceedings. The Kissing bush, composed of holly with berries and a sprig of mistletoe, without which it was not replete, was hung from the rafters during Yuletide..Woe betide anyone coming within the target area placed as it was in the line of most comings and goings The unwary were caught and willy nilly submitted to the inevitable. It was a trait of the servants of those times to be proud of their calling and take a genuine interest in all affairs of the farm and household. They remained loyal to their old places for all times and frequently returned visits. Christmas and New Year's Day were generally chosen when they would be treated to special fares. Times have changed and modem farming presents a very different picture. There need be no nostalgia, except for that neighbourly and friendly co-operative spirit of goodwill that pervaded the countryside, embracing a full and happy life. It was farming to live more than for profit. Happily, the standard of living has improved, knowledge is much higher, mobility has greatly advanced and farm work rendered lighter and more expeditious through mechanisation. There may lurk a tendency to belittle that age, but I maintain that that generation did its part well according to the means at their disposal. Nantgaredig, 15th December, 1943. Intertraffic Studies in Translation By E. S. BATES. London Jonathan Cape, 1943. pp. 179. It is perhaps hopeful for future international relations that the subject of translation has been increasingly the theme of recent dis- cussion. The Times Literary Supplement devoted to it not long ago a leader in which appreciative reference was made to Mr. Bates's book. This is in some respects a curious work. It contains much interesting material, the author has a wide acquaintance with literature, a remarkable range of linguistic knowledge, good perceptions, sensitiveness to the values of words, and a happy gift for selection yet, with all these qualities, he seems strangely lacking in a sense for what may be called the architectonics of book construction. Much of this volume reads