ACROSTIC,

Northern Advocate, 25 August 1888, Page 3

ACROSTIC.

W hen Time one day ran far away A nd left his glass behind him, T he lazy grains took little pains E 'en once to seek to find him. R oiled down awhile a golaen pile B right in the san to glitter, TJ ntil to dust, return they must R educed to worthless litter. V et Time must know the hours that go, W ith footsteps blithe and merry, A nd when the Sun, a race to run, T hrough clouds of gold and cherry, C limbs up the sea and rises free, H e draws his Waterbury.

The Zealandia brings toe first of the Buckeye Light Mowers and Beapers. These machines are too well known to need any description, and their strength and lightness of draught are universally acknowledged. Much has been said of the English machines, because they are so much heavier, and on that account, presumably, more durable. This is not the case. They are considerably heavier both in dead weight and draught ; but that they are more durable, nobody who knows the different machinoa will contend. In Queeusland, the colony in which iv all probability most mowers are annually sold, the Buckeye takes the lead ; and a hundred indisputable testimonials might be published from that colony, but we withhold them in order to let New Zealand speak. The following letter is from a Canterbury agriculturist of undoubted standing and integrity, and the record is one that will be very hard to beat : —