SIR GEORGE GREY'S SPEECH.

Bay of Plenty Times, Volume IV, Issue 339, 8 December 1875, Page 3

SIR GEORGE GREY'S SPEECH.

TO THE EDITOB. Sib,—l have very carefully read and* re-read ! the speech delivered by Sir George Grey a£ the Choral Hall, Auckland, last week, asreported in the weekly papers, and 2 confess that a feeling of disappointment akin to disgust is the result. I see In the whole speech nothing but shuffling, nothing but a desire to impress upon hie listeners the great sacrifice lie made in leaving the Kawau for political life. There is no disclosure of a policy worth the name, nor are the statements made againet Abolition of the Provinces trustworthy, or even in a measure worthy of serious notice. The three cases made capital of are the Disqualification! Act, the case of the lands of fhe Waikato,and the purchase of native land. The ¥mkoswamp measures afford Sir George a grandopportunity of gushing, which he does not lose the chance of availing himself of. The old story of many happy families, smiling faces, Ac, &c., being placed on Bmall blocks of land is hashed up for the occasion, and made of course to contrast tellingly againsb the greedy individual who monopolises tho whole 80,000 acres* included in the Piako swamp. JSir, you dealt so ably with the Piako swamp question some weeks ago that it is quite unnecessary for me to enter upon it at length. Sophistry, egotism, and bunkum are agreeably intermixed throughout the peroration, and Sir George succeeded admirably in keeping the attention of some thousand persona concentrated on him while pouring foHb*wall rounded periods, the beauty of which consisted in the faot of their containing nothing tangible, nothing definite, nothing in short ot all the information the electors of. Auckland City West and the Province generally wero ed to believe would be unfolded.—l,am,, &c. f Anti-Sipaiatighmt.

At breakfast one morning, in that quiet an comfortable old inn, the White Swan, in York, a foreigner made quick despatch with the eggs. Thrusting his spoon in the middle, he drew out the yolk, devoured it, and passed on to the next. When he got to his Seventh egg an old farmer, who had already been pn» judioed against monsieur by his moustache, could brook the extravagance no longer, andl speaking up said: “ Why, sir, you leave al the white! How k Mrs Lockwood to afford to provide breakfast at that rate ?” “ Ty,” replied the outside barbarian, “ you would not have me eat de vite ? He yolk is da shicken jde vite de fed dors. Am Ito make von bolster of mine belly ?” The farmer wtft d umbfouoded.