The Gisborne Standard AND COOK COUNTY GAZETTE Published every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday Morning. Thursday, November 28, 1889. MORE JOBBERY.

Gisborne Standard and Cook County Gazette, Volume III, Issue 383, 28 November 1889, Page 2

The Gisborne Standard AND COOK COUNTY GAZETTE Published every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday Morning.

Thursday, November 28, 1889. MORE JOBBERY.

Be just and fear not; Let all tha ends thou aim’st at be thy oountrv’g.. Thy God's, and truth’s.

The Plot still thickens, and the Atkinson Government drives nail after nail into its own coffin. Here is the latest political scandal, as referred to by the Wellington Post:—The job which we announced some time ago to be in contemplation has now been perpetrated, and Mr Robert Trimble is gazetted a Judge of the Native Land Court. For some mysterious reason, this gentleman seems to have established a claim on the colony to provide a comfort able. billet for him. What his public services have been may be represented by a blank page. It has .been a great difficulty for the Government to know what, to give him. Hew;is offered the position of Sergeant-at-Arm.s, but it was not good enough. Then he was tempted with a seat in the Legislative Council, but the honorarium is small and the expenses heavy. Now, as a final provision, he is foisted on the Native Land Court bench, a position for which he does not possess one single qualification, although en dowed with certain attributes which should be regarded as very grave disqualifications for a judgeship. He is not a Maori scholar, and knows neit her the language, the customs, nor the traditions of the native race. His condu ct while Chairman of the Native Affairs Committee in the House for a time, w as not such as to inspire confidence in him in the native mind. No one who has watched his political career can cn sdit him with the possession of what iski lown as a judicial mind. His whole temp, ’.rament is that of a thorough-going unreaso ningpartisan, who, having vaken a side, cat 1 make no allowance for those who diffe; • from him. It is i not of such material tha ta good judge is made. The Governmen t have reason to ' be asham pd of the appoii ntment, i

“MS” 1 The Oracle hath spoken ! Mr Alexander Creighton Arthur last night addressed a crowded meeting in the Academy of Music. For nearly a quarter of a century— Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, His sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life, He kept the nioseless tenor of his way.

We venture to say that not even his most partial friends ever suspected, until lately, the wonderful ability that has been so long allowed to —

Waste its sweetness on the desert sir. And we think it a happy event for the country at large that Mr Arthur has been induced to quit the alluring charms of rural associations for the tantalising pleasures of the political platform. Only those who have tasted of the joys of a country life can appreciate the enormous self-sacrifice of this saviour of his country, who, sooner than see his party unrepresented, and as a glorious example to those who when asked refused the seat, gave up his personal pleasures “for the better government of the country and the benefit of the district.” Until now like —

Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood,

—he has at last emerged from bis homely surroundings—

The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter peace and plenty o’er a smiling land.

Those who had not the requisite “ knowledge of me ” might well expect to hear something good from a man who has kept silence for seventeen years. 'ls not “sweet seventeen ” the period when the blushing maiden blossoms forth in all her glory ? And who could say that this “ maiden ’’ of Mr Arthur’s, which has taken seventeen years to mature, might not surpass in beauty and elegance any hitman form divine? What a flood of eloquence must be in reserve ready to be poured out upon its hearers! And shall we say that the expectant listeners were in one whit disappointed at Sir Oracle’s utterances? How while those antitlic strains were swelling, spellbound we sat I How those sweet and dulcet tones still ring in our ears I How beauty after beauty revealed itself, as “right graciously he smiled upon us,” and unfolded the wonderful tale which had lain concealed In his bosom for nearly two decades, waiting only its author’s convenience to be told' Surely our readers will be gracious enough to excuse us if we delay for a time our comments on the picturesque details of such a heaven-inspired speech. We at present feel too much the power and influence of Mr Arthur’s brilliant and faultless oratory to approach the subject with an unprejudiced mind. Oh 1 ye gods and little fishes ! Seventeen years in our midst and we have never dreamt it I Oh ! ye woolly monarchs! —was it ye whom he called “ loafers ” ?—why have you hidden from us so long this gigantic intellect, this tremendous potentiality, this eloquence sublime ? We can only hide our heads, humiliated and contrite, that we had not discovered this hitherto hidden genius, pregnant with celestial fire—this “gem of purest ray serene”; this “modest, unassuming gentleman ” as Mr File called him.