Welsh Journals

the ideals of the colleges and departments as these were put before the Committee in evidence. There is one of them to which I would call special atten- tion. It is the recommendation referring to the problems of bilingual education. Whatever it may be possible to achieve as a result of the pres- ent Report in promoting the study of Welsh, the ultimate survival of the Welsh language as a liv- ing tongue must to a large extent depend upon our success in solving the problems of bilingual- ism in our schools. And this is a matter which the "S'NELLIE'S WELSH FAIRY TALES" by Eleanor Boniface. HOLY CHURCH NAIN is saying that, in the old days, terrible things were happening to people who were not respecting or believing in Holy Church. Once there was a noble Lord of the Country and he was very fond of the hunting. Yess, he was always and forever hunting, and one nip-ht he and his company, on their way home from the hunting, lost their way, and couldn't find it over the mount-ain, and the hounds were dragging and tired to death, when at last they came to a little old Church, and the Lord he said, Hu! the hounds are tired to death and cannot crawl home, and here is good stable for them," and though his friends were asking and begging him not to, he drove them all in through the door, and the old huntsman after them to take care of them, and then he locked the door and rode away home. Next morning, when he was going there to let them out, he heard a dreadful snarling growl- ing sound, and he is looking in through the window, and there he sees the hounds all foam- ing at the mouth, and leaping and snapping with their teeth up and round a pillar, all raving mad, and up on the pillar clinging to some carvings was the old huntsman, and he was turned stone blind. The lord when he saw this was falling down in a purple fit and giving up the ghost. No! it is awful thing not to respect The Church. And then there was the boy who tried to rob pigeon's nest in the belfry of the Church, and he was clambering and scratching up the tower to it, but when he stretch out his hand to take the eggs he was finding that he could not move it back again, and there he was clinging with one hand and his legs to the walls, training colleges and departments may regard as peculiarly their own. That they have so regarded it is shown by the work already undertaken by members of the staff in the various colleges and departments in this connection. But what they have so far been able to do is really only a begin- ning, and I venture to hope that one practical result of this Report will be systematic and pro- perly organised research and experiment into the various aspects of this difficult but vitally import- ant problem. and his right hand paralyse' and stretched out straight in front of him, and very unhappy. And there he was for two whole days, and on the third day he began praying and repenting and being sorry for his sins, and very sad. After he had been praying and 'pologising a very long time, crack! something loosened, and down he rushed to the churchyard, and very thankful, too, that only his legs was broken and his sins all forgiven. Oh, but there was a funny Churchyard near Llanfair, where on Saints' days, after the service when people would be coming out, they would begin to make actions with their hands and feet of whatefer they had done on the last Sunday to break the Sabbath. Crowds of them there would be there! Leaping, running, spin- ning, knitting stockings, digging and smoking. Oh, it was regular show up! And they couldn't stop it. No, not until the Curic was coming and making the sign of the Cross, and then they all had to be going back into the Church and making vows and offerings at the Holv Altar before they were forgiven. Nain is saying that those steps outside the window of that Church near Pant yr Onen were put there so that people should be going up them on Nos Galan Gaeaf (All Hallow's Eve) to hear the Death Roll that was read aloud every year by an Ysbryd (spirit) standing on the chancel steps inside. Oh! very awful it was, indeed. The Ysbryd would stand there all grey, flickering like a grey flame, with grey lights shining out of it and all round it, and would read out, in a solemn dreadful voice, the names of all the people who would be dying during the year in that part of the country. Once a young man was pushing an old man off the steps, so that he should be for the first to the window to hear the names, and behaving