The Lord Mayor of Dublin.

Golden Bay Argus, Volume VII, Issue 69, 26 September 1901, Page 2

The Lord Mayor of Dublin.

On the Death of the Queen. The ill-mannered action of the Lord Mayor (Mr. T. Harrington, M.P.), in opposing the municipal vote of condolence orr the occasion of the late Queen's death, has permanently alienated from him that considerable amount of Unionist sympathy which was enjoyed by his predecessor, Sir Thomas Pile, and practically the entire body of Unionist members of the corporation were absent from that ceremony. Mr. Harrington's progress through the streets was loudly cheered by the lower element in the city's population, but his reception irr the principal thoroughfares was far from cordial. As the procession passed Trinity College on the outgoing journey a number of students who were collected between the gate and the outer railings indulged in loyal demonstrations. A Union Jack was waved from the college, and the college men drowned the hisses which this spectacle evoked in the strains of the National Anthem and "Rule Britannia." On the return journey these demonstrations took a more serious complexion. The angry crowd threw storres and other missiles iirto the college, and the students retaliated by pulling rrp sods of turf and showering them upon the Lord Mayor's carriage, which (]i<l not escape till it had sustained a fairly' heavy fusilade. A couple of students were struck by stones, but nothing serious happened. The angry crowd, however, hung about in front of the college for some time after the passage of the procession. Oire student was arrested in connection with the disturbance. The Boers and Mr. Boyd. How He Fell Into a Trap. A young Dutchman who was captured by the Boers and released by Lord Methuen's column confirms the shooting of five socalled rebels by the Boers at YVolmaranstad for showing sympathy with the British arrd other acts of so-called high treason. The principal mover in the condemnation of the Burghers appears to have been Mr. Pearson, the landdrost of Wolmaranstad. One of the prisoners shot by the Boers had only been in the country two years, and was unable to speak Dutch. The Boer gaoler at Wolmaranstad, named Coetsee, was in poor circumstances and had a wife and family. Boyd gave him £5, which the fellow accepted gratefully. When the British were reported to be approaching, the gaoler informed Mr. Boyd that if he wrote a message he would undertake to send it to them. The man said he knew the risk he ran, but Mr. Boyd had shown him such kindness that he would do it if he were paid £8 to provide for a messenger. Mr. Boyd fell into the trap, wrote a report to the British, arrd found Coetsee the sum required. Coetsee took the letter straight to the landdrost, and Mr. Boyd was convicted and subsequently shot. My informant, who was found by the Boers taking care of some furniture belorrging to a British farmer some months ago, had been a prisoner ever since. He stated that the prisoners were made to work with a pick and shovel like Kaffirs, without boots, clothes, or rations, and had barely enough to keep them from starving. A Home of Brigands. Sardinia, although one of the most loyal regions to the Italian sovereign, is one of the least considered. The poverty, squalour, and malaria have in one way or other depopulated the island, which lias only an average of twenty-eight inhabitants to every square kilometre, while hi the Peninsula the average is JO4, and in Sicily 113. It is the only part of Italy where it has not been possible to uproot brigandage, which sometimes assumes large proportions, as when, for instance, not long ago a band of fifty took possession of a whole village after an heroic but useless resistance by the few carabineers stationed therein, who were all killed. A Sydney Cabman. ' Now Cabby,' said a nervous old lady. ' 1 want you to drive carefully, and do not go radng with other vehicles, and go round any corners quickly.' ' Yes, mum,' replied Cabby. After the job, the old lady tendered cabby a shilling, the bare fare. 'You have driven me very carefully,' said the old lady. ' Have you driven a cab all your life ?' ' No, mum ; I used to drive a hearse, and I think Til go back to it; carting dead 'uns is a better game than this. I hope I'll drive you again, mum,' said Cabby. At a country police-court, not long ago, a man standing in the dock awaiting his trial took out a sandwich and commencedeatingit. 'Put that away, sir, at once,' said the magistrate. ' I'm puttin' it away as fast as I can, was the prisoner's reply, as he took another huge mmit.hfnl.