A Welsh Rip

Every n3tion has a Rip Vau Winkle of its own, but the Welsh story of Rip ÍS nnique. He is known as Taffy ap Sion. One mom ing Tafify heard a bird singing ou tree close by hia path. Allared by the nielody, lie sat down nntil the masic ceased. Wheu he aróse, what was his surprise at, observing that the tree under wfaicfa he had taken seat had now beconie dead and withered. In the doorway of his home, which, to his amazement, had also suddenly grown older, he asked of a strauge old man for his parents, whom he had left there, as he fiaid, a few minutes before. Upon learning his iiauie the old man said: "Alas, Taffy, I have often heard my graudfather, your fathor, speak of yon, and it was said you .were under the power of the fairies and would not be leïeased until the last sap of that sycamore had dried np. Embrace me, my dear nucle - for yon are my únele - embrace your nephew. " Welshmen do not alwavs perceive the humor of this some■what novel situation of a youth - for Taffy was still merely a boy - being hailed as nncle by a gentleman perhaps 40 years bis senior.