Rev. David Davies (Dewi Emlyn) was a native of South Wales, having been born in the year 1817, in Carmarthenshire, near the line of Cardigan. His ancestry has been traced as far back as 1667, through a long line of distinguished bards. From his illustrious ancestor, Morgan Rhydderch, is descended more than forty ministers. There are now in America more than one hundred of this Rhydd

erch's descendants, among them being the Hon. Horatio Gates Jones, of Philadelphia, and Maj. Gen. Gershon Mott, of New York. He united with the Congregational Church at Iwan chapel, and was received by the renowned Rev. Morgan Jones, Trelech. Much attention was given to his early education, and his advantages in that line were better than most boys of his time, so that he be

came an efficient school teacher. In 1843 he commenced preaching; in 1845 he was united in marriage to Miss Rachel Williams. They emigrated to America in 1852, and, in the same year, he was ordained at Paris, Portage Co., O. During his long and useful ministry he labored at Tallmadge, Thomastown, and Brookfield, O. He died at the age of 71, August 2, 1888, at Paris (now Cyclone), where his ministry began. His widow and three children survive him. His son, Rev. S. Davies, is a successful minister connected with the East Ohio Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church. His eldest daughter is married to Mr. Brewster, of Thomastown, near Akron, and his youngest daughter, Rachel, resides at home with her mother.

He was a man of distinct and prominent characteristics, and was familiary known, both in the mother country and in this, as "Dewi Emlyn." His literary and bardic productions as well as his miuisterial standing, have made him known wherever the Welsh language is spokHis writings were confined to that language, but had he composed

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in English, with which he was as familiar, his genius would undoubtedly have been recognized and honored by the English press and public.

His life was devoted to the advancement of the pure and good. He was an ardent and uncompromising defender of truth and right in political as as religious affairs. As a spir itual-minded and faithful minister, he was highly esteemed. His acquaintance with books was wide; he kept abreast with the times, and encouraged the progress of every legitimate reform. A quiet man, who shunned conspicuousness, and gladly served his Master in quiet country places, where he received but moderate compensation.

His death was the result of a brief but not violent illness. He was buried with great respect, and memorial services were held in several places within the circle of his work. His last lines of poetry were composed a few days before he was taken sick. One who reads them now cannot fail to be struck by their expression of his strong aspirations after that higher, purer existence to which he was soon to be called.

(Tynmawr); Lewis Davis (Rhiwlas): William Williams, (Pantvallen), and Thomas Evans.

About the first of April they had left their homes and kindred in (Plwy) Kilkennin, Cardiganshire, South Wales, with sad hearts, yet with the determination to better their condition and secure land for their children, for they had owned none in

Wales. What a parting that must have been ! Friends clinging to to them with an energy born of the conviction they would never see the emigrants again. For to the average Welshmen, who never wandered far from home, and to whom a trip to London was an undertaking to be thought of rather than attempted, the voyage to America seemed almost an impossibility. We can imagine their feelings. They were leaving forever their beloved Wales which contained everything dear to them on earth. There were the homes and graves of their ancestors. There the little churches in which they had been accustomed to sing their grand Welsh hymns in praise to God. There the soil their infant feet had trod, and which, later, had yielded up its fruits to the sturdy efforts of their strong arms. With one long last look at their little homes, theirs no more, nestling among the hills with the Welsh mountains towering above them and the green valleys extending before them, they are gone, How they tore themselves from the arms of friends who would have kept them in Wales, has been told over and over again.

After tarrying a month at Liverpool they started on their perilous voyage across the mighty deep, which was a stormy and tempestuous trip occupying seven weeks and six days. They were overtaken by two storms of such fury as to cause them to think they would surely be drowned; not a few of them sought refuge on their knees in prayer, while the voice of good Captain Sands could be heard crying, "Be of good courage. The tempest will soon be over."

One sad incident occurred on the voyage the death and burial of the infant child of John and Mary Evans, which died on ship-board and was left in the bottom of the great deep.

There are those yet living who remember seeing the little babe with weights attached sink into the ocean after the simple funeral ceremonies.

When the party had landed at Baltimore they felt lost indeed. The broad Atlantic lay between them and their old homes. Except memory and love, every tie which had bound them to Wales was severed.

They did not remain long in Baltimore, but at once sought conveyance over the mountains to the Ohio river. At that time a railroad was a thing unheard of, and the Baltimore & Ohio did not then, as now, wind its way along its picturesque route over the Allegheny mountains from Baltimore to Pittsburg. There were but three ways to come; on foot, on horseback, or on wagons. They chose the latter, and, having made a contract with

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owner of wagons and teams to convey the party as far as Pittsburg, they started from Baltimore pleasant summer morning in two covered wagons, with four horses to each wagon, keeping pace with the merry whistle of the teamster and stimulated by the crack of his long whip. It was a tedious march-over deep rivers, broad valleys, and high mountains. The men walked much of the way to lighten the load, and there are with us those of the children who remember how they used the wagons for playhouses, and disported themselves for the edification of the drivers. At length they reached Pittsburg, thoroughly tired of that mode of travel, and glad to trust themselves to the bosom of the Ohio river, which lay before them as the path to their destination. Accordingly they purchased boats, such as were to be had in those days, and embarked on the Ohio, which was an unknown river to them. They knew nothing of the dangers through which they were to pass, and it was fortun

ate for their courage that they did not. They knew nothing of the snags and sand-bars which were concealed beneath the surface of the Ohio, and which might sink the boats. They only knew that the Ohio river seemed to them a small stream as compared with the great Atlantic, over which they had safely come. Many times the boats grounded on the numerous sand-bars which lay in the river, and as often the men, all unconscious of their danger, jumped off, at the risk of their lives, and were dragged aboard by those on the boats, while the sand crumbled away beneath their feet. Not until long afterward did they fully realize the risks they had run, and appreciate their good fortune sufficiently. At length they came in sight of the pleasant and picturesque little city of Gallipolis, Ohio, a settlement of French people, as the derivation of the name of Galli

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polis proves. There they tied up their boats and went ashore for the purpose of procuring provisions, and were so kindly received by the French, who were glad to receive others from over the sea, that the entire party was influenced to go ashore and spend the night with their new-found friends. During the night the boats became unfastened in some countable manner and floated away. Among the many causes advanced for this circumstance, not the least probable, is the one held by those who think that some resident of the town, having become infused with the modern idea of booming his town, cast the boats adrift, and thus compelled the Welsh Emigrants to increase the population of Gallipolis, for a time at least. However, they adapted themselves to circumstances and gave up the hope of reaching Paddy's Run.

To this accident the Welsh settlement of Gallia and Jackson counties owes its origin. They were told by a

land agent that there was good land for sale in the northern part of Gallia county, near where Centreville now stands, but before buying they decided to examine the surrounding country. There was a settlement of Welsh people at Radnor, or Delhi, (as it was sometimes called), in Delaware county, central Ohio. With characteristic solicitude for dwelling among their own people, they sent John Jones to Radnor to view the country and buy, if suitable. He made the trip from Gallipolis to Radnor and back on foot, and a long trip it was. When he returned he reported that the land around Radner was too low and flat, and that the climate suggested malaria. They then purchased land near Centreville and moved their families there. This was the beginning of the Welsh settlement of Gallia and Jackson counties.

These six families were composed of persons as follows: The family of John Jones consisted at that time of himself and wife Eleanor with their two unmarried children, Timothy and Jane. Their two married daughters were also in the party. The old folks died long since, being the parents of David, Mary, Eleanor, Susannah, Timothy and Jane. None of these are living. Of the two single children who crossed the ocean, Jane became the wife of William Dulaney, and was the first of the Welsh settlers to marry an American, Two of her children are living, Mrs. Hunt at Oak Hill, and Margaret Stubbs in Pike County, Ohio. Timothy married Hannah Williams and became the owner of the land where Centreville now is. He was a man of great energy and business ability, and it was he who built up the town of Centreville. He built and operated Woolen Mills at Centreville for a number of years. He is now dead and is sur. vived by two children. One of these

is James Jones, a well known citizen of Centreville. The other is Mrs. Lucretia Rupp. She lives at Wellston, Ohio, with her husband John H. Rupp and three daughters.

The family of John Evans consisted of himself and wife Mary (daughter of John Jones), with two children, John J. and Eleanor. Though they brought but two children into the settlement, they became the parents of ten children, only two of whom are now living: Eleanor Markham and Timothy J. Evans, who lives on the old homestead north of Centreville. Of the two children who crossed the ocean, Eleanor afterward married Richard Markham and is now living at an advanced age near Waverly, Ohio, though her husband died about three years ago. John J. Evans, known later as John J. Evans Vega, married Rebecca, daughter of Clement Cherington, and spent his life farming at Vega, Ohio, where he died in 1882, having reared a large family.

The family of Evan Evans consisted of himself and wife Susannah (daughter of John Jones) with their three year old son Evan, who afterward married Polly B., the daughter of Thomas Cherington, and is now living on his farm at Camba, Ohio. He is the father of eleven children, eight of whom are living.

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Evan Evans and Susannah both died at an advanced age. Though they brought but one child across the ocean, there were born to them eleven children, one having died in Wales. But three of these children are living. Evan Evans, Camba, Ohio, David Ď. Evans, Wellston, Ohio, and John W. Evans, who lives north of Centreville on some of the land which was owned by his father. David and Elizabeth Evans, the unmarried brother and the unmarried sister of Evan Evans (Tynmawr), came over with the party and may be considered as part of the family of Evan Evans (Tynmawr). David seemed to be endowed with the restlessness which is characteristic of the Celtic race, and drifted about from place to place until he was married. He then settled at Apollo, Westmoreland County, Pennsylvania, where he afterward died, and where his children now live. Hugh Evans, the lawyer, is his son. The sister, Elizabeth Evans, married a man by name of Gilberts, and lived for many years at Evansburg, Pennsylvania. She afterward moved with her husband and family to Dayton, Ohio, where she died. Her children are still living in and around Dayton.

To be continued.

Charity is one of the noblest factors of modern civilization; it is to civilization what steam power is to the mechanical forces of the world. Take from the great city of New York her institutions-her works of charity -and you take from her history all that is comforting and ennobling; in fact you blot out the chief element of our boasted civilization; without charity these splendid institutions whi h ornament and adorn our

Metropolia, would be turned into busy work-shops; our poor and destitute, the unemployed and friendless, the sick, maimed and insane would be without succor or shelter. Suffering and destitution would meet us on every hand; the golden rule of life, "Do unto others, as ye would that others should do unto you," would be trampled under foot and would find no lodgment in the human heart.