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as rhymed by the hand of Felicia Hemans. It opens Saw ye the blazing star ? The heavens look down on freedom s war, And light her torch on high. Bright on the dragon crest It tells that glory's wing shall rest. When warriors meet to die. This refers to the famous comet of 1402, which was looked on, you remember, as a herald of Glyndwr's s victory. Fresh from reading the star man s account of comets and Ser Gwib," one is the better able to range that wonder of the skies. A page before, and Ceiriog's setting of the Men of Harlech begins: Wele goelcerth wen yn fflamio A thafodau tan yn bloeddio While in the Morfa Rhuddlan lines the sun starts the music, and in a companion sea-song it is the moon. The signs of the skies are used much, in fact, in this songbook which often touches accor- dantly the major, rather than the Welsh minor in its harmony. In the English pages Gray's note, on the other hand, fine as it is, sounds too urban in old battle- pieces like the "Gododin." The compiler might very well have added some passages from the old primitive strain as a corrective. Again, while one is grateful for the little-known lines by Leigh Hunt- "A Song of Wales "-it seems a pity he should repeat the old libel about Dickens's Harold Skimpole in so brief a space; what is worse, turn the name into Skinpole On page 25, by the way, two lines of Gray's read And gorgeous dames and statesmen old, In bearded majesty, appear." This would make a Welsh boy laugh. Was it Gray himself who dropped the comma after dames, and put it after statesmen 7 The third book, the play-book, is by Mr. T. Gwynn Jones, and it gives us what must be one of the shortest history-plays in the record. title and hero are proverbial-Caradog yn Rhufain. The cover is red, the price, dwy gemiog, and the pages run to sixteen by the utmost stretch of the printer's make-up. The playwright musters seven chief characters-four Roman, three Welsh. Cara- dog, Cynfelyn, Maelgwn; Claudius the Emperor. We are indebted to Mr. D. J. A. Brown, Registrar of the South Wales and Monmouth University College, for the photograph for our frontispiece; and for our reproductions of Mestrovic's Art to Ostorius Scapula, Marcus and Titus. Caradog s wife and daughter and two brothers also appear; and it is a question of enlisting more actors; it is made clear that the ranks of the Roman and British soldiers could be widened to bring in whole schools-full. The art of the small play lies in dramatic suggestion, leading up to a swift climax in the dramatic suspense. The question here is, and Marcus and Titus state it in one way with the Latin emphasis, so to say, and Maelgwn and Cyn- felyn in the other, with the British subscription of the ≈ame point: Will all the power and martial enginery of Rome the victorious be able finally to crush the spirit of one mortal man, a prisoner in her toils--Caradog ? A true, tragic issue ,«-a wager against all the odds of the world, the moth against the flame, Prometheus against the All-Powerful and one is almost inclined to suggest the old-style schoolboy against the old-style tyrant school- master, who believed in making the youngster bow to the rod. The climax proves to be well urged in this schoolboy drama. Played as it might be with paper helmets, calico tunics, pasteboard weapons the pomp of Rome rigged up in a Welsh schoolroom, it should be most telling. With this playbook. the first star-book, the rhyming guide to patriotism, the new master ought to be inspiriting as was Matthew to the boys of Hawkshead school. The three books are not the first by any means of their kind in Wales the whole leverage of the schoolbook has been altered, to suit the throwing open of the doors to the sky, the stars and the open air. What one hopes for now is that the new schoolmaster will be given yet freer play; because Welsh boys more than others need to have a chance of using their individual powers and I should like to underscore what J. O. said in the June number of the Outlook, about the liberal lines on which the small citizen and the potential man and woman need to have their schooling cast for them. They are the coming builders of the commonwealth in which war shall be ridiculous and impossible; and a word in their ears may prove the seed of the new life For I, that was a child, my tongues use sleeping, now I have heard you. Now in a moment I know what I am for, I awake A thousand warbling echoes have started the life within me, never to die." OUR ILLUSTRATIONS Mr. E. 0. Hoppe, 7, Cromwell Place, S.W., who has the sole photographic rights, outside the Museum, at South Kensington where the Servian sculptor swork is exhibited nowadays, and to Mr. John Henderson,