My Neighbors: Stories of the Welsh People — John Shaqi
My Neighbors: Stories of the Welsh PeopleEvans, Caradoc
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My Neighbors: Stories of the Welsh People
Evans, Caradoc
Wales -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
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MY NEIGHBORS
STORIES OF THE WELSH PEOPLE
BY
CARADOC EVANS
NEW YORK
HARCOURT, BRACE AND HOWE
1920
COPYRIGHT, 1920, BY
HARCOURT, BRACE AND HOWE, INC.
THE QUINN & BODEN COMPANY
RAHWAY, N.J.
TO
MY FRIEND
THOMAS BURKE
OF "LIMEHOUSE NIGHTS"
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
THE WELSH PEOPLE 3
I. LOVE AND HATE 11
II. ACCORDING TO THE PATTERN 31
III. THE TWO APOSTLES 59
IV. EARTHBRED 81
V. FOR BETTER 99
VI. TREASURE AND TROUBLE 117
VII. SAINT DAVID AND THE PROPHETS 131
VIII. JOSEPH'S HOUSE 155
IX. LIKE BROTHERS 173
X. A WIDOW WOMAN 187
XI. UNANSWERED PRAYERS 199
XII. LOST TREASURE 215
XIII. PROFIT AND GLORY 231
THE WELSH PEOPLE
Our God is a big man: a tall man much higher than the highest chapel in
Wales and broader than the broadest chapel. For the promised day that He
comes to deliver us a sermon we shall have made a hole in the roof and
taken down a wall. Our God has a long, white beard, and he is not unlike
the Father Christmas of picture-books. Often he lies on his stomach on
Heaven's floor, an eye at one of his myriads of peepholes, watching that
we keep his laws. Our God wears a frock coat, a starched linen collar
and black necktie, and a silk hat, and on the Sabbath he preaches to the
congregation of Heaven.
Heaven is a Welsh chapel; but its pulpit is of gold, and its walls,
pews, floor, roof, harmonium, and its clock--which marks the days of the
month as well as the hours of the day--are of glass. The inhabitants are
clothed in the white shirts in which they were buried and in which they
arose at the Call; and the language of God and his angels and of the
Company of Prophets is Welsh, that being the language spoken in the
Garden of Eden and by Jacob, Moses, Abraham, and Elijah.
Wales is Heaven on earth, and every Welsh chapel is a little Heaven; and
God has favored us greatly by choosing to rule over us preachers who are
fashioned in his likeness and who are without spot or blemish.
Every Welsh child knows that the preacher is next to God; "I am the Big
Man's photograph," the preacher shouts; and the child is brought up in
the fear of the preacher.
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