A Welsh correspondent has sent us a menu in which the dishes are described in Welsh. We have many good friends in the Principality, but they have to condescend to write in English when they communicate with us. Passing the City Temple the other day, we observed an announcement in strange characters, but fortunately, the purposes of the meeting to which it referred was distinct enough to convey that it was a gathering of Welshmen in London. An announcement in a language of which one does not know a single word is like being before a locked door, to which one does not and never can possess a key. Even in the ordinary affairs of life, as represented by a dinner menu, our ignorance is appalling. Just fancy if any hospitable Welshman offered you a little Aderyn Dof Hynod a Mangig Manochyn, you would not know whether to use a spoon or fork.
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