GOD'S OWN COUNTRY.

Auckland Star, Volume XXIII, Issue 141, 15 June 1892, Page 2

GOD'S OWN COUNTRY.

FROM ANOTHER POINT OP VIEW.)

With apologies to Mr' Thos. Bracken,

Give me, give me, God's own country (from a spieler's point of view), Where the scripper and the sharper conjugate the verb " to do." Where"the wild cat thrives and prospers, like unto the green bay tree. Where the friz, is managed chiefly by the Official Assignee.

Glorious Auckland ! Happy Queen-street, land of backsheesh and cornish, Where the sharp-toothed legal shark assimilates the' .smaller fish. Land of legal managers who scoop bhe pool before the burs.t, (The survival of the ,fittest=tho survival of the worst).

Down to Wellington %we travel, M.H.R. and M.L.C., Where we blue the hard-earned dollars of our bleeding counteree. Oh, they boil nob, neibher spin they, free from worldly care and strife, Oh, 'tis Heaven," nay Nirvana, in the Upper House for life.

On we goto Canterbury, where the squatfcah, lordly, grand Holds tho fertile plains and valleys in the hollow of his hand. Where the borrowed millions linger (very shortly coming due), Where bhe merry mortgage piayeth havoc with bhe cockatoo.

West-land, Soubhlazjd, grim Obago, where the Southern gale is born, Scenery you have. I grant you, but ibs chiefly held in pawn. Mines you have, with gold and silver, in the south and on the west, All producing chunks^of bullion paying up the interest.

Men wibh cash and freehand happy landing on bho Norbhern shores, Seeing nob the chawed-up corpses in the quondam " Liberal" jaws. Happier is bhe blybhe investor whoa div. or balance bears, When he says good-bye New Zealand, fare ye well ye Soubhern Snares.

All the trees are green f and gorgeous, Mr Bracken, I admit, \ Yankeedom can'fc lick bhe gorges, there is nob a doubt of it, Bub while every prospecb pleases in each sunlib seagirb isle (Thank you, Bishop Heber) nearly every obher man is vile. \

Life i 3 not a little picnic-chicken, ham and scenery,

Life is nob comprised in viewing gorge and bush and greenery. Never mind the gorges, Bracken, as you wield your graceful pen, , Tell us jusb eloquently your opinion of the men. r ~

Tell us of bhe politician, past and. present, blue and bluff, Plague o' both your Houses, say we, of bhe lob we've had enough. God's own Country is nob madG by sea and sky and peaks of snow. Heaven ibself would be mahutued by some fellows bhab I know.

God's own Country, Mr Bracken—may be so as you affirm, Bub ibs been leased to Nicodemus for a prebby lengbhy term, And ib seems to mo, between us, that- bhe labter's libfcle game _3 bo make negotiations for the freehold of the same. ■•; God's own Country ! did you say, sir ? don't tell Mr Ballance thab, He is rough on anybody owning such a large estate, Why if ?uch a bliing were mooted, Reevea, McKenzie, Dick and ho Would pass an Acb to tax the owner as a hopeless absentee. Ohinemuri •'Gazette."