Mr. Punch by some accident was unable to be present at the "Eisteddfod Genhedlaethol y Cymry," and therefore could not take part in the competitions at the Albert Hall. For the sake of the other bards he is glad, as he feels sure that had he sung his own little composition he would have been hailed at once "Pencerd Gwalia," "Mynorydd" and "Owen Dyfed," rolled into one. However, that the World may not suffer by his unselfishness, he publishes his Anerchiaudau ir Llywydd (Poetical Address to the President), which he would have sung to an accompaniment of a hundred harps. As it is short, he gives it in full:—
Y Morwynig Gwyntoedd.
Hi ddiddleth di ddiddleth ghist katte haw di fiddleth,
Ac kowwe pob gofid y munne,
Fel lliddell doggggg rawd di see glap spwwt,
Ond di pplatt gofid rhosyn di ssspnnn
Fy mam, fly man,
O pale ale man am di fly man!