12 Works of Caradoc Evans
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By living frugally–setting aside a portion of his Civil Service pay and holding all that he got from two butchers whose trade books he kept in proper order–Adam Powell became possessed of Cartref in which he dwelt and which is in Barnes, and two houses in Thornton East; and one of the houses in Thornton […]
On the eve of a Communion Sunday Simon Idiot espied Dull Anna washing her feet in the spume on the shore; he came out of his hiding-place and spoke jestingly to Anna and enticed her into Blind Cave, where he had sport with her. In the ninth year of her child, whom she had called […]
God covered sun, moon, and stars, stilled the growing things of the earth and dried up the waters on the face of the earth, and stopped the roll of the world; and He fixed upon a measure of time in which to judge the peoples, this being the measure which was spoken of as the […]
Because he was diseased with a consumption, Evan Roberts in his thirtieth year left over being a drapery assistant and had himself hired as a milk roundsman. A few weeks thereafter he said to Mary, the woman whom he had promised to wed: “How now if I had a milk-shop?” Mary encouraged him, and searched […]
At the time it was said of him “There’s a boy that gets on he is,” Enoch Harries was given Gwen the daughter of the builder Dan Thomas. On the first Sunday after her marriage the people of Kingsend Welsh Tabernacle crowded about Gwen, asking her: “How like you the bed, Messes Harries fach?” “Enoch […]
On a day in a dry summer Sheremiah’s wife Catrin drove her cows to drink at the pistil which is in the field of a certain man. Hearing of that which she had done, the man commanded his son: “Awful is the frog to open my gate. Put you the dog and bitch on her. […]
God grants prayers gladly. In the moment that Death was aiming at him a missile of down, Hughes-Jones prayed: “Bad I’ve been. Don’t let me fall into the Fiery Pool. Give me a brief while and a grand one I’ll be for the religion.” A shaft of fire came out of the mouth of the […]
A woman named Madlen, who lived in Penlan–the crumbling mud walls of which are in a nook of the narrow lane that rises from the valley of Bern–was concerned about the future state of her son Joseph. Men who judged themselves worthy to counsel her gave her such counsels as these: “Blower bellows for the […]
Silas Bowen hated his brother John, but when he heard of John’s sickness, he reasoned: “Blackish has been his dealings. And trickish. Sly also. Odd will affairs seem if I don’t go to him at once.” At the proper hour he closed the door of his shop. Then he washed his face, and put beeswax […]
The Respected Davydd Bern-Davydd spoke in this sort to the people who were assembled at the Meeting for Prayer: “Well-well, know you all the order of the service. Grand prayers pray last. Boys ordinary pray middle, and bad prayers pray first. Boys bach just beginning also come first. Now, then, after I’ve read a bit […]
Here is the tale that is told about Hugh Evans, who was a commercial traveler in drapery wares, going forth on his journeys on Mondays and coming home on Fridays. The tale tells how on a Friday night Hugh sat at the table in the kitchen of his house, which is in Parson’s Green. He […]
By serving in shops, by drinking himself drunk, and by shamming good fortune, Jacob Griffiths gave testimony to the miseries and joys of life, and at the age of fifty-six he fell back in his bed at his lodging-house in Clapham, suffered, drew up his crippled knees and died. On the morrow his brother Simon […]