ARRIVAL OF THE ESCORT.

Lyttelton Times, Volume XVIII, Issue 1014, 30 July 1862, Page 3

ARRIVAL OF THE ESCORT.

The escort arrived in town on Thursday evening, bringing down the following quantities of gold:— ozs. dwts. Tuapeka 2431 3 Waitahuna 438 o Woolshed 152 0 . 3021 3 POPULATION OP THE GOLD FIELDS. The following is an approximate estimate of the population of the Otago gold fields as computed from Wardens' returns to July 19.— Waipori Waitahuna * *800 Tuapeka ® 500 7630 Deduct women and children ftnd persons engaged in trade, &c., say 3630 Estimated number of miners 4000 —Daily Times, July 25.

Acclimatisation.—Another valuable addition has just been made to the denizens ot the rivers of Tas- . mania. Captain Clinch of the steamer Tasmania, brought over on his last trip two dozen live Murray River lobsters as a contribution to the Acclimatisation Society. These crustacea which are in full spawn, were handed over to Dr. Officer, who on Saturday conveyed them to New Norfolk, where they will be placed in the river Derwent, a spot , being selected suitable for propagating. Hobarton Mercury, June 30. . Jonathan and the Dandy.—An amusing colloquy came off recently at the supper-table on board of one of our Eastern steamboats, between a Boston exquisite, reeking with hair-oil and cologne, who was assuming very consequential airs, a raw Jona- ! than, who sat by his $ide, dressed m homespun. Turning to his " vulgar" friend, the former pointed his jewelled finger and said, " Butter, sail! " I see it is " coolly replied Jonathan. " Butter, sah, I say!" fiercely repeated the dandy. " I know it—very good ; —a first-rate article," provokingly reiterated home--1 spun. "Butter, I tell you!" thundered the exquisite, i in still louder tones, pointing with slow unmoved i finger, like scorn's, and scowling.upon his neighbour 'asif he would annihilate him. " Well, what of it?" now yelled the down-easter, getting his dander up !i n turn—" Yer didn't think I took it for lard!" | Take away my first letter, take away my second i letter, take away all my letters, and 1 am still the 1 same—the postman.