it is exceedingly difficult to lick them into a satisfactory orchestral shape.
"I have my Cantata Merch y Llyn' lying here unnoticed and uncared for these many months. I have not a moment to spare for it and will not have for some months yet. What will become of it finally I don't know. I have re-written it twice, Vocal and Pianoforte, and have practically scored it, but there is no doubt that I shall un-do or re-do all that once, at least, again, if I am spared. I have had some very pressing orders from London friends, but I shall think twice before burning my fingers with publishing it, or challenging a London verdict —it is better for us and for the 'cause' to begin at home.
'Jenkins writes me to—day that a copy of his David and Saul' is on the way.
"Dyma ddigon o lith am flwyddyn! I only meant to write a few words, but as someone aptly said, I had no time to say them more briefly. Go on and prosper—humbly, diligently, but still confidently, looking up to Heaven, and not to —Bayreuth!
"Byth fel arfer,
D. EMLYN EVANS.
Rhoddir y ddau friwsionyn a ganlyn, am eu bod yn ymdrin—nid, fel yr un blaenorol, â'r dull o weithio gyda chyfansoddi, ond â'r cymhellion i weithio, a'r angen am burdeb cystadleuol a cherddorol. Ysgrifennwyd y blaenaf yn 1887, ynglŷn â Chantawd Mr. Price:—
"Gwyn fyd y rhai' yw eich symudiad goreu yn fy marn i; ond yr wyf yn sylwi fod hwn gennych
