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Hot Lakes Chronicle, Issue 117, 27 February 1895, Page 2

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The Squadron. Auckland, Wednesday .-The H.M.S. Ringdove from the Chatham Islands lias arrived at Motntapu, and H.M.S. Royalist is cru'sing outside in the gulf- The H.M.S. Pylaues has been ordered to join the squadron, and leaves Sydney for this port on t aturday next. Aquatic display. Auckland, Wednesday. At a meeting held in the Harbour Board Office yestetday it was arranged that a sub-committee consisting of Bloomfield, Commodore of the Yacht Club, Captain Parker and Hanna, should be asKed to act in connection witbNiecol in arranging for an aquatic display on the arrival of the Admiral, it being desired that naval cutters and row:ng boats take part in the proposed procession. It was also decided to request as maDy trading vrsnels and fishing boats in the harbour ae could do bo also to lake part. Inquest, Invehcabg ill, Tuesday.—The courier's jury sat all day enquiring into the causes of the death of PigeoD, who died after a brief iilnass, caused it was said by inhaling the fumes of the new pollard rabbit poison while engaged kneadiogitintocakep. Pigeon thought he had an attack of influenza, and the doctor was of the same cpinion. The jury returned a verdict in accordance that death was due to congestion of the brain and lungs, caused by inhaling the fumes of phosphorous, adding a rider that the mixing of these poisons should be under btoverntuent control. Death. CnwsTCHUBCE,, Wednesday.—Dan. Kelly, the half caste, died in the hospital last night. Cricket Hatch. Chbistchubch, Wednesday.—The cricket match Otago t. Canterbury resulted in a victory for the former, by four wickets.

NOT SO ROMANTIC AFTER ALL. "Do you notice how attentively that ssntleajaa has beer, watching me for the Fast half hour ?" said one young lady to another at an evening party. " Do you mean that man by the piano ?" " Yes." "Well, now that you speak of it, he does iesm somewhat interested in you." • "He certainly does. Ido declare," continued the young lady, gaily, " I believe bo has fallen in love with me. Isn't it delightfully romantic ?" A few minutes after she was Ulking with her hostess, when, as an opportunity presented itself, she carelessly remarked : "My dear Mrs. 8., pray tell me who that ;uiet but very dutingui looking gentleman is near the piano. Ido noi remember ever seeing him before." '•Probably not," replied the lady; "but lie is quite well known. He is a detective." SURVIVED HIS OWN EXECUTION. A man - who has attendee, his own execu<on and still survives to relate the details •s surely worthy of a short paragraph. The man in question, although at present ■serving in the humble capacity of waiter in one of the Paris cafes, was, twenty-one years ago, one of the historic characters of the world His name is Colonel Marteras, and in 1569, was on the point of being proclaimed President of Uruguay, when he was arrested, charged with treason, and sentenced to be •hot. On Monday, June 30th of that year, he was taken by a platoon of soldiers out of the capital to a cleared spot in the heart of a forest and bound to a chair. At the word "Eire!" a nervous shock caused Marteras to fall to the ground. He did not hear the volley, but a labourer working near by did. The workman went to ascertain the cause' saw the soldiers marching away, and Marteras badly wounded, but not dead by any means, lying on the ground. The labourer took the would-be President home and cured his wounds, and he anil Marteras both now often tell of the supposed execution of the "French Pretender." MY BABES IN THE WOOD. I know a story, fairer, dimmer, sadder, Than any story painted in your bsoks. You are so glad ? I will not make you gladder; Yet listen, with your pretty restless looks. "Is i« a fairy story ?" Well, half fairy— At least it dates far back as fairies do, And seems to me as beautiful and airy ; Yet half, perhaps; the fairy half, is true. You had a baby sister and a brother. Two very dainty people, rosy white, Sweeterthan all things elseexcept each other! Older yet younger—gone from human sight! And I, who loved them, and shall love them ever. And think with yearning tears how each light hand Crept toward bright bloom :»d berries —I shall never Know how I lost them. Do you understand? Poor slightly golden heads I I think I missed them First in some dreamy, pitecus, doubtful way; But when and where with lingering lips I kissed them, My gradual parting, I car never say. Sometimes I fancy that they may have perished In fhadowy quiet of .vet rocks and moss. Near paths whose very pebbles I have cherished, For their small sakes, since my most bitter loss. t fancy, too, that 'hey were softly covered By robins, out of apple flowers they knew, nursing wings in far home sunshine hovered, Before the timid woirld had dropped the dew.

Their names were—wh«.t yours are. At this you wonder, Their picture* are—your own, as you have seer.; And my bird-buried darlings, hidden under Lot; leaves—why, it is your dead selves I mean! BACK FROM THE GRAVE. He was a young sergeant in the Hussars, «nd in one of the numerous night attacks on :he Russian fortifications in the Crimea, he had the misfortune to receive a dangerous bullet wound in the region of the heart, while bravely exhorting his men to action. He was immediatciystrick:nio the ground with insensibility, and a. period of perhaps Iwo hoars elapsed before the ambulance could be procured. During this time, owing :o the piercing east winds that only a Kussian can stand with equanimity, the tergeant became perfectly pale and cold. Notwithstanding all precautions, and a fair share of nursing and attention—for in me Crimea this department was very badly managed—he was pronounced the next afternoon by three mediail men to have met with instantaneous death. His body was accordingly handed over to the burial corps )f his regiment. There were numerous burials to take place the same afternoon, so the bodies at the sergeant and three privates were handed sjer to a big brawny Irishman for burial, this man, having due; the trenches, placed She four bodies in a line and proceeded to cover them. He had covered three of them, when a frightful thunderstorm came on, and he was obliged to discontinue his operations for the Bight, leaving the remains of the sergeant txposed to the weather, wolves, and other evils. Night came on, and the men all turned into their beds, such as they were, ind soon were fast asleep. At three o'clock, the shrill cry of the tentiy challenging a man might have been heard on the still night air, and to the usual juery came the answer, " Friend." Makirg his way past the sentry, the man had to walk three hundred yards to reach the encampment of his "squad." Calling with a feeble voice outside the lent of the sergeant-major, he asked for quarters for the night. Aghast with terror, the trembling officer led the man—who was no other than the dead and buried sergeant —to the colonel's quarters, and having iwakened the colonel, he narrated his it range story. Next day the fortunate " non-com." was reinstated as sergeait to his troop once more, and great was the merry-making when the company heard I he good news. It appears that about 2 a.m., the Russians discharged some shells near the British encampment, and one of the shells dropping quite close to the burial line* awoke the sergeant from his tnnce. Cold, sore, and stiff, but feeling little the worse for his perilous adventure, he rose and made his way as quickly as passible to the tents. An examination of the wound elicited the fcfct that the bullet entered th* chest just below the second rib, curved off the edge of the third, and w&i found by one of the "clever trio" who pronounced the man dead, imbedded al>oot half an inch£elaw the surface of the dun. This incident was related by tba Mrgeaat Jcaself to ft Horn* irspresantalUfx j