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"Cyfeillgarwch, Cariad, a Gwirionedd,"

CYDUNWCH Odyddion,

Beth dâl i rai gwamal, Mewn cynes amcanion,

O pwydau anwadal,
I seinio'n bereiddlon

Freuddwydio a sisial,
O'r galop i gyd ;

A Jâl ar ryw dwyll,
Y'ogbadwyn Brawdgarwch,

A chablu'r Odyddion, Heb ofid na thristwch,

Sy'n ymdd wyn yn ffyddlon,
Cawn wlêdd o ddiddanwch,

Wrth reol iacb gyson,
Mewn heddwch ynghyd :

Yn burion, trwy bwyll : Ni ddaw i'n * Cyfrinfa

'Nol treulio hir amser, Gyfeillgar ni yma,

I ffurfio tyb ofer,
Un math o anfwyndra,-

Ni fydd ar eu cyfer,
Ni feiddia fe ddod.

Ond swper go sâl;
I blith yr Odyddion,

Ni chânt am eu cabledd, Sy'o frodyr cariadlon,

Atbrodus disylwedd,
A cbalon wrth galon,

Ond eisiyn-fwyd gwagedd
Wyr glewion o glód

O'r diwedd yn dâl.
Mewn cariad ac undeb,

Am hyny wyr mwynion, Ac eithaf ffyddlondeb,

Sy'n addas Odyddion,
I bawb o'n cyfundeb,

Byw fydd ein cyfrinion,
Uniondeb â wnawn :

Yngbalon pob un,
Ein bryd yn oestadol,

Sy'n canlyn ffyrdd ceinwedd, Yw buchedd rinweddol,

Wyngarwch a Rhinwedd,
Fo'n unol a'n rheol

Gwir addurn holl fuchedd,
Ragorol ac iawn.

A nodwedd pob dyn.

Er cwrddyd rai troion,

Ynghanol pob ingfa, A gwawdwyr pen-boethion,

Blin adfyd, neu wasgfa,
Fo'n llawn o ddichellion,

E fydd ein Cyfrinfa
Rai ffeilstion a ffôl ;

Fel poddfa in ni:
Câpt dreulio'u ffraethineb,

Cawn yno gyfeillion, Mewn twyll a dallineb,

l'n lloni’n serchoglon,I foddio'u gwiriondeb,

Heb ddadwrdd taiogion,
Heb ateb yn

Câs creulon eu cri :
Er fod ambell goegyn,

Cawn hefyd lonyddwch, Rbagfarnllyd a chyndyn,

I feithrin brawdgarwch, Yn chwythu ei gornyp,

A gwir Gyfeillgarwch, 'N ein herbyn o hyd ;

Mewn harddwch a hedd E geidw'r Odyddion,

Ni ddaw i'n Cyfundeb Eu breiniol + gyfrinion,

Gras, annoeth, groesineb,
Oddiwrth holl daiogion,

I darfu sirioldeb
A beilchion y byd :

O'n gwyneb, na'n gwedd :-
Ni chaiff un gwalch pen-rhydd, Ffydd, Gobaith, a Chariad,
Na chib-ddal athrodydd,

Mewn cadarn gysylltiad
Byth wybod un arwydd,

Sy'n dal ein hadeilad,
Neu nodydd â wnawn,

Mor iawnfad yoghyd ; I'nabod Dyn-garwyr,

Ein llyw yw Gwirionedd, A didwyll Odyddwr,

Pen-llywydd pob rhinwedd
Trwy'r byd sydd yn bleidwyr Fe'n tywys'n y diwedd

wyr fyddo'n iawn.

Yn burwedd o'r byd.






The following description of a quarrel, between a couple of rural lovers, the one a hosier's literary apprentice, the other a lady's maid, is copied from an amusing work, recently published, and may, perhaps, prove acceptable to many of your readers, who may not have an opportunity of perusing the original.

Yours, &c.

X. Y. Z. Nottingham, May, 1831.

“The next day they met again after church, and took a walk together in the evening, in the course of wbich they discovered another subject common to both, that subject which those who like it at all find so delightful the Theatre. Stephen, certainly the most literary of hosiers' apprentices, was especially enthusiastic on the draina, had twice appeared at a private theatre, and entertained a strong desire to embrace the stage as a profession as soon as he was out of his time. Now Peggy bad herself been at three plays, and talked of them with some discretion : knew cumedy from opera, and tragedy from farce. But it was not a talker that Stephen required on this theme : a listener was what he wanted ; and no one ever acted audience whilst be rehearsed the story of his two appearances in Romeo and Richard the Third, better than the little blue eyed girl who hung on his arm so admiringly as they walked round Aberleigh Green. Notbing, he said, could exceed the applause with which his debut in Romeo had been greeted by a large audience of city 'prentices, and shopwomen, troubled only by the astounding beight of a bouncing Juliet, half as tall again as bimself, wbo quite spoilt, as he observed, the proportions of the play. Again they made the tour of the Green, and Peggy bad half promised to study the part of Juliet, when a difference arose out of this very subject which put an abrupt end to their courtship.

“From his personal adventures Stephen wandered to a general critique on plays and actors, especially to a warm encomium un one great actor, who was as he said his model. Peggy (who had seen the tragedian in question in Othello) assented heartily to the panegyric, adding that it was a great pity so clever a man should be black.'

«Black !' ejaculated the astonished Stephen ; 'Black ! !'
'Yes,' answered Peggy, - black; a blackamoor, a negro.'

“Blackamoor!! Negro !!!' re-echoed Stephen, more and more astounded. *Mr.- -black ! Are you dreaming ? He's as fair as you are.

What do you mean? What can you mean?' “Wbat I say ;' returned Peggy. 'Did not I see himn with my own eyes, and was not be as black as

a chimney sweeper?

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and did not his wife and every body talk of his complexion all through the play? You need not stand there, Mr. Stepben, holding up your hands and eyes, and looking as if you thought me a fool. I am not such a dunce as Sally North. I have been to London, and been to the play, and what I have seen I believe, for all your strange looks. He's as black as my master's great greyhound,'-continued Peggy, who had gradually talked herself into such a passion, that her cheeks, generally like a cabbagerose, were of the colour of a red cabbage—'as black as your hat.'

Stephen on his part was for the first time in his life dumb founded ; first at the singular mixture of ignorance and simplicity implied in the assertion and the reasons brought to support it ; secondly at the impudence of the little country damsel who did not know Westminster Abbey from St. Paul's, and yet ventured to impugn his authority on such a point. “Let me tell you—' he began, wben a little recovered from his consternation, 'Let me tell you child--'

“'Child !' interrupted Peggy, touched on the very point of dignity; 'child yourself! It is well known that I am sixteen all but eight months, and as for you, you'll look like a boy all the days of your life. You play Tragedy! Why your hardly tall enough for punch. Child indeed! And I almost sixteen. Never come near me again Mr Long, I have nothing to say to you, and off marched Peggy; and poor Stephen twice rejected in three days would certainly have hanged himself in Sally North's scarlet garters, bad he not had the lucky resource of tender poesy, that admirable vent-peg of disappointed love. He went back to Town, and wrote an elegy, and we have heard no more of him since,


On the evening of this day, a party of the Ivorian Lodge of Independent Odd Fellows met at the King's Head, Tredegar, to celebrate this national Welsh anniversary. Each of the party wore the badge of their titular saint on their hats, ornamented with gold leaf. A Welsh harper, with several other musicians and vocal singers, attended on the occasion, and the company were highly entertained with excellent songs and national airs, and curw da. This is the first time this ancient custom was celebrated at Tredegar Works.



You must insert the following—'tis not politics. How grateful to the feelings of an honest man, when he can now conscientiously join in the National Anthem, without incurring the censure of those who knew he could not formerly be sincere. Hundreds, nay thousands, will now chaunt it, that never could before, and the subjects of a Patriot Kiug no longer be branded as hypocrites. How differently does William Henry fill the throne, compared with those of whom the poet speaks :

“ Where half the monarchs who have sat before,
Have only sat to eat and drink and snore ;
To d--

-n the credit of the age,
And load with folly History's blushing page.”

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MONA. Manchester, June, 1831. Authentic narrative of a plan, (now first made public,) for cap

turing Prince William Henry, his present Majesty, during his stay at New York in 1782 ; with the original letters of General Washington.

When bis present Majesty William IV. served as a midshipman in the British navy, he was for some time on the coast of the North American colonies, then in a state of revolution, and passed the winter of 1782 in the city of New York, He is still borne in lively recollection by many of the elder inhabitants of that city, as a fine bluff boy of sixteen : frank, cheery, and atfable ; and there are anecdotes still told of his frolicsome pranks on shipboard. Among these, is the story of a rough, though favourite, nautical joke, which he played off upon a sailor boy, in cutting down his hammock while asleep. The sturdy sea urchin resented this invasion of his repose ; and not knowing the quality of his invader, a regular set-to of fisty-cuffs ensued in the dark.

In this, it is said, the Prince shewed great bottom ; and equal generosity on the following morning, when he inade the boy a handsome present of money. His conduct in this boyish affair is said to have gained him the hearts of all his shipmates.

The prince manifested, when on shore, a decided fondness for manly pastimes. One of his favourite resorts was a small fresh water lake in the vicinity of the city, which presented a frozen sheet of many acres; and was thronged by the younger part of the population for the amusement of skating. As the Prince was unskilled in that exercise, he would sit in a chair fixed on runners, which was pushed forward with great velocity by a skating attendant, while a crowd of officers environed bim, and the youthful multitude made the air ring with their shouts for Prince William Henry. It was an animating scene, in the bright sunny winter-days, so common in that climate, and probably still retains a place in His Majesty's memory.

While the prince was thus enjoying himself in the city of New York, a daring plan was formed, by some adventurous partizans of the revolutionary army, to pounce upon him and carry him off from the very midst of his friends and guaris. The deviser of this plan was Colonel Ogden, a gallant officer, who had served with great bravery in the revolutionary army from the very commencement of the war, and whose regiment at that time was stationed in the province (aow state) of New Jersey.

The present statement is drawn up from documents still preserved by the family of Colonel Ogden, a copy of wbich has been obtained from one of his sons. The Prince at the time was living on shore, with Admiral Digby, in quarters slightly guarded, more for form than security, no particular danger being apprehended. The project of Colonel Ogden was to land secretly on a stormy night, with a small but resolute force, to surprise and carry off the Prince and the Admiral to the boats, and to make for the Jersey shore. The plan was submitted to General Washington, who sanctioned it, under the idea that the possession of the person of the Prince would facilitate an adjustment of affairs with the mother country, and a recognition of the United States as an independent nation.

The following is a copy of the letter of General Washington to Col. Ogden on the occasion. The whole of the original is in the handwriting of the General :

To Col Ogden of the 1st Jersey Regiment. " Sir,- The spirit of enterprise so conspicuous in your plan for surprising in their quarters, and bringing off, the Prince William Henry and Admiral Digby, merits applause; and you have my authurity to make the attempt in any manner and at such a time as your judgment shall direct.

"I am fully persuaded, that it is unnecessary to caution you against offering insult or indignity to the persons of the Prince or Admiral, should you be so fortunate as to capture them ; but it may not be amiss to press the propriety of a proper line of conduct upon the party you command.

In case of success, you will, as soon as you get them to a place of safety, treat them with all possible respect; but you are to delay no time in conveying them to congress,

and porting your proceedings, with a copy of these orders. “Given at Morris Town, this 28th day of March, 1789.

"G. WASHINGTON.' Note.--Take care not to touch upon the ground which is agreed to be neutral-viz., from Raway to Newark, and tour miles back."

Vol. 2: No. 1,- B.


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