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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume II, Issue 215, 13 September 1867, Page 2

We take the following from the Otago News Letter: —■'lntemperance' still continues to occupy the columns of the Times. Why do people, never talk or write about gluttony? You may fill your stomach ! until your-br-eath «nd appearance are dis- .-■■■ gusting,^and you may even openly glory —in "the presence of your family, in the " "lieafing'^f your wife and sisters, daughter —yes, you may glory in youi" ability and ■ capacity, and inclination to devour fish, « fowl,-and flesh, and fruit; you may gorge '""your "audience with recounts of eating triumphs^-and-with narratives of culinary defeats; and no one, not even a woman, Purges a complaint against the utter gross- ;• ynessyof yoursayings and doings in relation vto the furnishing of your depraved palate and diseased stomach. But take one drop too much of whisky, and ail society swears that you are a drunkard ; and of course all publicans, ,in the eyes of abstaiuers from alcohol, are the very worst of all sin-v-xrers, ■-'■„"■_ Here ia. a fine prize for some historian I of the twentieth century. A Russian ! general of - artillery has just died after having deposited in the bank of Bt. "j'Eej'ersburg a sum of £8000 to remain at interest.until the year 1925, the anniver- | ■ Bary of the dearth of the Emperor Alex*;ander 1., and then to be given to the i -.author of the best history of that Sove.reigDi ...The sum will then amount to :=i£3B4#oo. : :. I The most prominent man in Mexico just npwx.{the hero of the moment, more popular even than Juarez, is the wretch Escobedo. In one of his despatches he says: —l have made terror the order' of the day everywhere, -v I have irapoßed large contribu- j a tipns. on "the. riph, and confiscated, their t^EfipjertyJ'aSoid.'their-all.' . When I could not d^vit ;in peVson, ;my delega tes hay c strictly cproplied^wiih ;my orders. I hope before cloamg'ißj^military career to see the blood B;i»iit of every foreigner that resiJes in my -• country. „,\ i -j~ .':,.'. :,- .•- .- ' Sambo, is your.massa a good farmer ?'• yes, mass a fus-rale fai'mer —he i^inakes two brops in one year.'—' How is that, Sambo ?'—' Why,' you see, he sell all-'hw "hay in de fall, and make money once; den in de spring he sell de hides of all cattle that die for want of de hay, and make money nvice-rdat's two, crops, ■■'tk'a'ssa.' -■■■■-■■' ' • -■■' i._. ;■";;; ':;. v,.'.." ;■, >