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The. detachment of the 14th Regiment has been ordered from Hobart Town to Freemantle, and the 50th Regiment from Freemantle to Sydney. There has been an immense eight hours' demonstration in Melbourne. The procession was half a mile long, with banners flying and music playing. Pkospecting Party. — The Wanganui Herald says : — " A meeting of the committee was held last evening. Some of the most influential natives resident at Putiki were in attendance, and evinced great interest in the undertaking. They expressed themselves as being anxious that the land adjacent to the river on either side should be thoroughly prospected between this and Taupo. In consequence of the absence from town of one of the gentlemen who undertook to canvass the inhabitants of the section of the town still unsolicited, for subscriptions, no more funds have come to hand than reported at last meeting." Fenian Distuebances. — The Armed Constabulary sent to Westland to assist the police in keeping order were sent back, and arrived at Wanganui on the 25th by the Waipara. The ground on which Mr. Commissioner Kynnersley professed to act, says the West Coast Times, when he sent back Captain dimming and his forty riflemen, was the non-existence of any disorder in the district, and the fear that any display of military force might have the effect of exasperating those whose disaffection had hitherto been latent. Mr. Kynnersley took the officers of the Constabulary detachment to Addison's Flat to satisfy them that all was quiet. They saw a desert and called it peace. Wool Washing. — The Otago Daily Times of April 16, has had an opportunity of examining a sample of wool washed at the station of Mr. Matthew Holmes, at Lee Stream, by means of the hydraulic batteries invented by Messrs. Hamilton and Company, of Victoria. The fleece was beautifully white, and we are informed that the rapidity with which the work is done, when the supply of water is ample, renders the process exceedingly economical. In this respect, New-Zealandpossesses immense advantages over Victoria, as suitable streams abound, and are to be found on every station. The estimated value added to each fleece is from Is. to Is. 4d./ which is ample inducement to adopt the process. A Steam G-iedle Round the Wobld. — There is now exhibited at the banking house of Messrs. Tucker and Co., Rue Scribe, Paris, a very curious chart of the world, giving a " projection" of a continuous steam line around the globe in the latitude of 50 deg. It is the project of a Saxon sa/oa/nt, the Baron von der Pforte, and this plan, gigantic as it is, certainly looks possible "on paper." From Liverpool to China, via New York and San Francisco by steam is already almost un fait accompli. What is to prevent the extension of the line from China, back across the Continent, to Liverpool ? These are days of stupendous enterprise, and the most seemingly impossible scheme fascinates the financiers, and ensures success. A company is now being organised in Paris to run a railway across the Desert of Sahara ! A Lady was reading to her five-year-old boy the story of a little fellow whose father was taken ill and died, after which the youngster set himself diligently to work to assist in supporting himself and his mother. When she had finished the story she said — " Now, Tommy, if pa were to die, wouldn't yxm work to help mamma ?" — "Why, ma," said the little fellow, not relishing the idea of work, " what for ? Ain't we got a good house to live in?" — "Oh yes, my child," said the mother; "but we can't eat the house, you know." — "Well, ain't we got plenty of things in the pantry V said the young hopeful. — " Certainly, my dear," replied the mother ; "but they will not last long — and what then?" — "Well, ma," said tlie little incorrigible, "ain't there enough to last till you get another husband?" Ma gave it up. Op the water of Saratoga springs Mr. Sala says : — " I took a glass. What was it like ? Well, let me see. Say half a pint of very small beer, brewed during a thunderstorm at Brentford, and retained for an unusual period in a chandler's shop in Seven Dials, where the trade wasn't brisk, and the red herrings and the pitchy fire blazers were kept on the top of the cask ; then diluted with the water in which the cabbages had been boiled, and the drippings of a gingham umbrella, bought secondhand in Vinegar Yard on a very wet November day ; then sent to sea, and allowed to run freely down the lee scuppers ; then carefully collected in a. hog-tub, racked through a cask of turpentine (that came over in a ship otherwise laden with guano and Monte Videan hides, with the horns and hoofs on), mingled with the refuse of a dye works, filtered through a gas pipe, to make it sweet and clean, just freshened up — to give it a head — with assafcetida and jalap, and well stirred with a brass candlestick, far gone in verdigris." Experience as an Editoe. — Artemus Ward, the American showman, says : — "In the Ortum of 18 — my friend, the editor of the Baldvnsxrille Bugle, was oblegecl to leave perfeshemal clooties and go and dig his taters, and he axed me to edit for him dooring his absence. Accordingly I ground up his shears, and commenced. It didn't take me a grate while to slash out copy enuff from the xchanges for one isoo, and I thawt I'd ride up to the next town on a little jaunt, to rest my branes, which had been severely rackt by my mental efforts. (This is sorter ironical.) So I went over to the rale road offis and axed the sooprintendent for a pars. « You a editor V he axed, evijentlyon the pint of snickerin. 'Yes, sir,' sez I. 'Don't I look poor enuff ?'— * Just about,' said he ; 'but our road can't pars you.' — 'Can't, hay?' — 'No, sir, it can't.' — 'Becauz,' sez I, lookin' him full in the face with a eagle eye, 'it goes so slow, it can't pars anybody !' Methinks I had him thar. It's the slowest rale road in the West. With a mortified air he told me to git out of his offis. So I pittid him and went,"

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Hawke's Bay Herald, Volume 12, Issue 941, 9 May 1868, Page 3

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Untitled Hawke's Bay Herald, Volume 12, Issue 941, 9 May 1868, Page 3

Untitled Hawke's Bay Herald, Volume 12, Issue 941, 9 May 1868, Page 3

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