WAIF FROM HANNAFORD'S DIARY:

Auckland Star, Volume VI, Issue 1538, 16 January 1875, Page 5 (Supplement)

WAIF FROM HANNAFORD'S DIARY:

SHEWING -WHAT ODTEN IS THE SAD ENDING OF THOSB WHO WILL GO STAB GAZING..^I've mounted many an Auckland hill, And paced o'er many a plain; I've scrambled to Mount Eden's top, V ' And then—slid down again. One night with back prone on the earth On heaven's blue vault I gazed, Noting .the fix'd and twinkling stars > - '. ■ Till I was almost dazed. : But one orb in particular ■ *' * Entrancedme_with its glow; ' It far above the firmament, ■ - I very far below. ■ - : ; I murmr'd, oh! bright Evening Star Thy pure and placid rays Remind me of Balf's lovely song : " The light of other days!" Have you 'mongstjyour inhabitant* i'™*^ (Thus I the orb addressed) Such rare types of humanity As ours? No ! I'll be blest 3 Have you a Julius Togel or Jai S. M. in your midst ? . ~ We have two samples here below Would knock you into fits I Heve you upon your breezy hills, r • Or down in feriUe plains, / Johnsonian Green'aways like our* '. Or f champions'Miie •George Stainett Have you a Ijuckie-Bichardson, Or such like Vogel's pet, Have you a cheekier man than Reed, . More wide-awake than Brett? Have you a clothier like Sam Coombefc " . A draper spruce like Vaile; '»: ': . . Have you a Thomas Russell, or-^ A Trans-Pacific mail f Have you such mutton growers there, ■ , Or mangel wortzel men, As our famed Epsom Joseph May ; -■■■-. , Or Retmuera Wren? Have you a Creighton-Buckland-Wood lake ours ? (In eflSgy. . t , • We some time back on Barrack-hill Cremated all the three!) : - •:■ . Come, come reply! Well have you thea : : :. Amongst you any " sharps" That can surpass in villainy " ■ I ! Our " Riggers of Green Harps'?" I sighing rose, and wished that orb Had been my place of birth:- ' ; But as it wasn't, so I'd view Its namesake on the earth; ' ■ , ~ The mundane one's in Wyndham-fitreet, - Moist curious tis yet true, If you walk into that said Stab 3 , That Sxab 'ill walk into you!. I niou&ted a broad flight of stairs, Then"stopp'd-7-e'er on I sped, ■-■■■-, ■ (The pigeons meanwhile perched aloft Dropt blessings (?) on my head.7 • Whereat some merry Devils—who Were busy making Pte— Did cachinate—the which I quell'd • ' ; I*rom out my frowning eye! - I turned o'er long past printed files Of Auckland's Ev'ning Stab, ■ ; -/. i To prove if work and motto bom Were really on a par. • .? . - r For the cause that lacks assistance. : : I sundry leaders read anent Roads, Sewage^ JBailways, Dbckß, ' : : Gas, Education, People's Parks, ; . Wr ; And themes on Auckland's flocks. Tor the wrong.that needs resistance. >^*^ Its thunders huri'd on all degneptr. Of Auckland's shameless 'jlHaapt''^' • (Cazali's ghost, stand forth f— attest , - - ■Its truth!—Oh! yji»*3reen Harps!) Need lin deta|V«*urther go ' • /- To prova»i**™otto right ? And yOu^n promised to achieve j^!*^lone with all ite might,! . ■ jf^fuiiSL the files aside, and then t?"^ Did saunter down the Btahv ; Fesling with it in outspoke truth . • ■None other did compare.'' - I cast one look around, and then • Did backwards outward go, ■ ."• ':'->, 1 And'gainst a RtrNNEB ran and fell i Prone downwards with an Oh I ; - - ; With mutter'd curse I rose and ran ■ a \ 1 Full skelter to HigA-stbeet " With hands on Poesenniskie's panti " Brißk rubbing of their w»t« ■■-.■■■■■ ■■ • .■.■"■..■■■'; ~'t ■'.■ ■ : ■ ■'.*' ■:•-.: : : .