New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-01-13

Tn, Christmas issue Of "Tit-Bits," London
contains the following photographed stor'
nv Lloyd George. IL was originally writer
some years ago for IN. A. p LONDON
weekly, and is reprinted by "Tit-Bits' as
untaue chapter of autobiography written oy
a British Prime Minister.
any father was a schoolmaster and UNI
tartan, and he left Wales to follow his pro
fenlon IN England. He was stationed a
Manchester and Liverpool. In Liverpool NJ
vas master OF tho Hope Street School; tn'
manager Of the school vas the Rev. Dr. Mar
tineau, and so this great divine was ono o.
the early influences in many ways on my
life and that OF my people. He was frlenc
Of my father, and we have several memorials
Of their friendship.
al wa, born in Manchester In 1853.
"My father died when | was but two years
old. He left a very small fortune to ml
mother, and she had TO make hard struggle
TO bring up her children. She was hn'
charscter-sentle, unselhsh and courageous
She never complained and never spoke OF hel
struggles. II was not till long after tha
her children fully appreciated how much they
owed To her, and how fine her spirit had beer
in the hard task Of bringing up her father
less family.
"The death OF my father ended all our tics
with England, and my mother instinctiveiy
turned TO our home In Wales, where bel
brother lived. This was the village oil
Llanystmdwy, South Carnarvon. 1t was
typical Welsh village, both physically and
socially. II was the centre of an smphithea
tire of hills, had the sea in the near distance
and abundant woods, was picturesque, beau
tiful and inspiring.
Socially It was at that period of my boy
hood entirely under the yoke OF the village
squire and Of the village parson. The land
was strictly preserved, which did not prevent
us youngsters from having our joyous days
In the woods, searching for nuts and cherries
Whenever we were on one Of these maraudlne
expeditions we used to have some OF our com
panions to keep watch lest we should DC
caught by the keepers. Our dread OF the
keeper was not without cause. boy who
had killed hare had to be sent away by his
widowed mother from the farm which she oc-
cupied II she had not done so, she would
probably have been turned out OF the farm
The other farmers dared not take the lad in
lie left the village, and, think, he died early
"My uncle kept a shoemaker's shop. His
shop was rendezvous for the village, the
centre OF gossip, of disputation, of all the
conflicts of religious and political creeds
lie was himself a man of mild and broad
temper, and he acted as mediator among
the combatants when conflict grew too warm
az can never tell how much | owed TO this
good man. His home was comfortable, but
thrifty and pinched Our bread was home
made; we scarcely ate fresh meat, and
remember that our greatest luxury was hall
an egg for each child on Sunday mornings.
ANY uncle never married, and he set him
self the task of educating the children Of
his sister as a sacred and upreme duty. To
that duty he gave his time, his energy and
all his money. There was no opportunity OF
learning French in the village school, and
yet French was necessary. The way we got
out Of the difficulty was for my poor uncle
and myself to sit together for hours and
aboriously spell out Of an old French die
tionary and out Of grammar the rudiments
of the language. 1t was a painful and diff
cult way Of learning a language, but it fairly
succeeded. Ny uncle gave me at an early
age love of literature. The first book
remember TO have interested me outside OF
my school books was Rollins Ancient His
tory also got hold of Macaulay and read
and re-read his pages with rapture.
AT sixteen years of age | was articled