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TO THE EDITOR OF THE 'SOUTHERN CROSS.'

Sib, " Sir George Grey said, that from liis earliest you'h he hud bern accustomed to hear the cry of agricultural distress, and had hoped not to find it repeated in this distant part of the world. If the (emission of • duty which last year only amounted to £9, would re'uvd that dtstreni he thought the C -uncil would have no objection to include this item pmong those to be admitted duty free ; and the remission of the duty, though not of a con-idei-ble 'amount, trou'd appear gracious to the Agricultural interest." Really, Mr. Editor, tllese words ought to be placarded. A sneer from a Governor at the head of his Council board ! how becoming, — how dignified, —in what excellent taste ! A sneer at the farmers, too, from the very man who has kept them down, — who has vainly attempted to defend himself from the outcry raised against him for having driven in settlers by scores from the country to the towns; transmuting cultivators into store keepers, — producers into consumers. Read the paragraph, farmers, again and again, and learn how he loves you. It comes even more tauntingly towards us than towards the Southerners ; for we, on account of the partial and unequal operation of the Native Land Purchase Ordinance, have been by far the greater sufferers from his measures. Considering his aversion 'to the Northern province, which he has been at no pains to disguise, — and, in truth, he has no great cause to like it, — one is almost tempted to think that the introduction of such an Ordinance may have been an ingenious scheme, to injure one province, with-out-hurting the other, by means of a law that should be passed for both. The gross unfairness of the clause which declares that the laying of informations against trespassers shall depend upon the pleasure of the Government, — not meteing out even justice, or injustice, to all alike, but reserving a power to show favour, would not unnaturally lead to such conclusion. For Sir George left it in his own power to retard the progress of the Northern province by enforcing the provisions of that Ordinance here, or to advance the Southern province by relaxing them there ; and he has acted upon that power. Witness the flourishing squatter settlement at the Wairarapa ; and the Waikato denied to us. Abator.

Taranaki, 22nd'July, IFSI. My Dear Papa Grey,—Save me from my friends!!! Men whom I have made, abate, traduce, and tender me, to carry favour with my big brother Auckland. Nurse >ays, "it is the way of the world." Save me from my relations !!! It is to my beloved Papa, that I may attribute my misfortnrei. Oily gammon promises penned in his blandest siy'e, or uttered in hi* softest sympathising notes, however pleasant to the eye, or grateful to the ear, will not appease the appetites of hungry dependents. The order for the immediate stf-vey of, my dear Papa, a surveyed district, which might and ought long since to have been given our, is a paltry manoeuvre, and one which makes me blush for our reta tionship. I (eel the son wants a better father, and that in spite of friends and relations, truh will out, and that patient endurance and persevering industry will triumph over the malice of friends, and trickery of relations. I don't wish to be undutiful, but 'cannot be deceitful. When I see friends alienated, strangers deceived, and a 1 tempts made to delude me for the twentieih time, should I not be a despicable hypocrite, were I to favour and flatter, honour and respect ? It pains me to address you thus ; you alone know ho# long I have endured in silence, and can therefore excuse apparent bitterness* I hare loved and honoured you, until I bare brought hatred, and almost dishonour on myself. Either utterly discard me, or do me justice I seek no favour. Give me my inheritance. Restore what your predecessor in office deprived me of; and I will fi^ht my way vrith the ploughshare, and choke malevolence with fat mutton, and Taranaki bread and buiter.

New Plymouth. P.S. —The district hns been, and continues perfectly tranquil. The natives have disposrd of their crops at high prices. Strenuous exertions h-va been made by the sett lei s to get in wheat, and never since the establishment of the settlement has it exhibited a more pleasing picture of perseverance and indusiry; every inch of available land has been, or is being io*n with wheat; and it is to be hoped that Government will not interfere with the squatters, many of whom have unsatisfied claims for land.

Fr<>m Miss Mary of Auckland, to Miss Sarah or Wellington. Auckland, Chancery. lane, August, 1851. Dearest Sal, I hire thought in ibese very dull times, You would, like from your Molly occasional rhymes ; Not indeed, full of poetry, humbug, and passion, Tittlertxttle of scandal, and on diti of fashion. Such ridiculous topics may suit womankind, Of inferior position and ignobler mind. < _ Love-sick maids, who. embroider large slippers and / «ighf , Wretched wives, who cook, mend, wxsh and nurse the small fry. We at least, bless the .stars, don't belong to such schools, Nor are ground to the dust by tyrannical rules. We are bored by no lovers or huibands, 'od rot'em, But work independently on our bottom ; We' acknowledge no master, and know no good cause, Why the male sex alone should give rulers and laws, Why we should not be Members o'Council, make speeches, Hare big wigs, and abroad, as at home, wear the breechti ? Yon and I undeterred then by man and his minions, Will on all points declare our candid opinions. And whenever our rulers incur our displeasttiei, We will boldly attack both the men and the measures. For' indeed in this ludicrous state of society. Such & course we can follow without impropriety, And effectively too — for the biggest of men Often tremble and shrink at that weapon — the Pen. So whenever you feel in a fit of the spites, Or imagine yourself chiselled out of your rights ; Pot a strong, spicy letter in ne*t publication,

\» » kind of, what ticcior* ca'l, count r- irritation. By (he bye, tny dear girl, in Jiour little cotnmunifj, You have now at your hands tuch a n.ce opportuiu y 0 ! then' write a long le ter pariickierly si.it. ng What your * Solans are at in their piny -legislating ; How they look, what they Bay, for iho&e btu^u. reporter! Have ient nothing but nonteribe ia print to these quarten. How the Chief (who, I hear, does not gammon 01 bounce ill) Changes fronts with his lubberly squad of a Ouncil. How our own pet Officials, of Med'cine and Law, Keep their place in that constant and rapid see-saw. Sairey G»mp ! Bettey Prig ! our pair Rrpresentatire, Aie they friendly, loquacious, or oft argumentative. A. nice wash, house your Council ! soft soap and hot water, Drafts of half and half measures (of gin and cf pnrter). Then the linen so neatly packed up, as thou know'st. Mangled, washed, iron'd, drird and sent, special post. All the news here is li-tle bu' (both equal y beauties) Uniform! of Police, and the Tanff 01 Duties. Apropos to that Tariff, what a curst shame and sin To increase the expense of a quartern of gin. Let them tax their champagne, but it very unfair ie To deprire us poor Ladies of rale necessairiei. All the merchants look glum, and the girls stnti. mental, At the sight of new Cmtora ami fitsh Regitncnta'. Though the last, I must say, there is nought veiy , , : crackin, As they strongly remind yen of chalk and o; blacking; And the Natiyes stuck ia them, and turning their • ' " toes, LooV just like a set of upright dominoes. Besides without spears and the tour footed prancerg, The last dress you would choose would be lhat of the Lancers. 1 must now bid adi^u. dear, and wishing yon jolly Always hope to remxin Your affect ionate „ • Mollt. * Printer' t Devil., Solon probably —Solan is a specie* of goo- e. . ,

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Daily Southern Cross, Volume VI, Issue 430, 12 August 1851, Page 3

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TO THE EDITOR OF THE 'SOUTHERN CROSS.' Daily Southern Cross, Volume VI, Issue 430, 12 August 1851, Page 3

TO THE EDITOR OF THE 'SOUTHERN CROSS.' Daily Southern Cross, Volume VI, Issue 430, 12 August 1851, Page 3