Welsh Journals

the uneven walls. The grey of the adit mouth was hidden beyond the humping floor. Suddenly the tunnel was alight. For a second four heads showed up black like beavers in line. The momentary glow was followed by three flashes in qiick succession. Then came a heavy report like that of a piece. All the candles went out with the wind. One pair of feet turned and stumbled madly out towards the air. The splash of their going slopped on into the distance. Then there was silence. Dang 'ee, Groggo." It was old Bart's voice, husky but audible. Come 'ee here, Jacko. Jamsie be done for." When the two men finally dragged out of the adit the wet smoking lump between them, they found that it still stirred feebly. The hair was burned down to the darkness of the scalp, the jerkin in holes, and the two eyes ringed with black as though they had seen over the gate of hell and would never rest again. Three days later the reverend Thomas Broadway pursed his lips, and paused before writing to Bushell at the sign of the Bear. Suffer my congratulations of your late Successe at Tallibont," he began. Thus happy are you here when least you think of it, for I finde the subterranean spirits, the supposed guardians of concealed treasure, as officious for you as if they were in pay with you. Behold, sir, how deare you are to providence, which for your sake hath vouchsafed to digresse into a miracle." Homage (TO A BALLERINA). YOU are sparkle you are shine you are cleverness You are nettete in motion you are motion Motion light clear clean cleaving considerably moving You are the impeccable arabesque the multiple pirouette You are serenity poised on a pink pointe You are the smile of the spirit of ballet You are the radiance of the dance Instinct with the elegance of a contrived art You are the distant enchantment the glittering wish You are the finally fulfilled dream you are beauty. Aberdare. PHYLLIS THOMAS.