SCENE-HOUSE IN-STREET.

Oamaru Mail, Volume IV, Issue 1319, 18 November 1880, Page 1 (Supplement)

SCENE-HOUSE IN- STREET.

_ mgß EDITOR OF THE OAILLRC MAIL.

editor to foster. vfigb made yon Home that letter send, a, fiill of lies from end to end ? greatly hurt the country's credit, I wry" bye-word you have made it. (w-rufc«> too. yoa have befooled, w men will think us badly ruled, ind wh.it i 3 more, to oar vexation, Vbtt've stopped the tide of immigration. Vffco now will venture to our shores, To beg for work at people's doors ? wrote you in that sourish mode, About land-sharks and unemployed, tod other things yoa vainly thought foci so much harm and mischief wrought, in J you a new chum, as I hear, iBiI getting such a stipend here ? jjtfiat the way in which you show Tour gratitude for what you owe * ffugrateful man t for public weal fll maka you some hard blows to feel. jfyaame is , and, as you know, litaad pro bono publico.

FOSTER TO EDITOR. Hold, hold, dear air, some mercy show, Yutt would not strike a prostrate foe; jjll now I never thought to trace guch passion in so mild a face. I faiow I'm very much to blame For giving the country such a name: Ishould have praised it like all others, And then, perhaps, we had been brothers. A» for the fetter, I repent it, And fondly wish I ne er had seen it. for how could I, a new chum, know such things were true or no ? But, pray, keep down your indignation, And bear this simple explanation : I came here, like many more, I thought my cup wonld soon run o'er; And, moved by lurking pride within, I took a daily paper in I fiat paper fairly charmed my heart. I read its news and leaders smart, And saw such things held np to view I tad not dared to think were true ; tog-rolling here, land-sharking there, Jncka and foal wrong done everywhere, Our rulers going on so mad, Bringing the country to the bad; And ugly things, for long concealed, Wars there in black and white revealed; And daily as I did pernse, I ame to have the self-same views, And thought I saw in all around T&eitrongest proofs that they were sound, The letter that I wrote with care Wis pretty much what I found there, focept that part, in humor frisky, I wrote about the Bay of Biscay. I know I merit sound rebuke That I that paper ever took. ]lj mind took on its very hue : I got to be a grumbler too. Its name yon ask. Ah ! very well, The paper was the Oamiru Mail. Exit with haaty feet And tears along the public street. The people stare, ana cry, Who's that ? It can't he without his hat i November 15. X.