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Otago Witness, Issue 421, 24 December 1859, Page 3

FOR LONDON, . TO FOLLOW THE « ROYAL BRIDE," /Xi 'tiHE " BOSWORTH," Al, Ijjj^&v -*• 611 Tons Register, Capt, Izl-B^K^ Tornbujx. The above tv-ell-«§Nassii™* known Ship will be due in Otagd about the 20th December, and upon discharge of her cargo will'Koad Wool for London direct at current rates of freight. Has first-rate accommodation for passengers. JONES, CARGILL, CO, " FOR BLUFF AND NEW RIVER. UEDUCED RATE OF FREIGHT. Ak n^HE " A MELIA FRANCIS" will |/j»^ lay on for the above Ports im« J^iSS, mediately after discharging her in* word cargo. Freight : 40s. per Tort. YOUNG & M'GLASHAN, Agents. FOR THE TAIERI AND CLUTHA. A ryHE well-known Schooner " SPEC," f/t\ w *^ tnu k alternately between iIJM--D ull edin and the above Ports. ALEXANDER MOLLISON, Agent. A REGULAR TRADER. "LqK r[v[lE "PIONEER" will Load JNlk -*- for the Clutha on her arrival J$ J^||n^ from the Taieri, and will meet with »sfe".<ffij£^ prompt despatch. For Freight or passage apply to YOUNG & M'GLASHAN, Agentfl. FOR TAIERI AND CLUTHA. "T,JK FIfHE New Schooner JiStk X "PIONEER," l|j|i|JN^ (in lieu of the " Spec,") John atila^BM» Simpson, Ccmmander, will Ply between Dunedin, Taieri, and Clutha, and ports on the Coast, as inducement offers. Shippers of wool and other produce wilf please advise with the Agents, so as to make the necessary arrangements. YOUNG & M'GLASHAN. Agents. ORIGINAL POETRY. A CRACK BETWEEN MRS. SCANDAL AND MRS. ENVY. Mrs. Scandal. So Robin at last has got buckled, j It has been a sair battle wi* Rab j Some says he has gotten a leddy, ! And some says a puir silly drab ; Some says that she washes wi* glove* on, And bakes wi' a veil ower her faoa \ Did ye ever hear tell o* the like o't,' Losh me, it is a piteous case. Mus. Envy. Aye, and some says there's nae leddy aboot har, But ower nuickle pride in her skin, That her faither was just an old carter, And he was the best o' his kin. But Robin of course is enchanted, For love maks a puir body blin', But he'll ken something better aboot it, At the end of the sweet Houeymoon. Mus. Scandal. Weel, I'll tell ye a thing that I heard o', 1 But didna believe it for a blink : Some says that she cocks her wee finger, In short, that she's gieu to the drink j But ye mauna let on thai I lell'd ye, For clashing I never could bide, Fcr I never speak ill o' my neebourj That's kent through the hail kintra side. Mus. Envy. They say 'twas an unco fine wedding, Wi' everything »rand and genteel, And they boiroiv'd Miss Crinoline's piano, And s)ne they pranced through a quadrille. They had silver forks at the supper. They inicht hae been doing v-V less, For they weiena their nin, I can tell ye, Whaur they cam frae I brawly can guess. Mus. Scandal. Did ye hear how pur Rab was affronted, When they gied him a tin key to carve, How he flang down the knife in confusion And gied it a rug and a rive. The stuffing cam out like plum parntch When Robin the legs o'l did ihraw, And he roar'd " quid be here, for the creature Has never been gutted ava'." Mrs. Exvy. Can ye tell me, is't ttue she's poclcmarket ? But what aboot fiat tho' she be, They say that her mither cried herring, But I'll warrant that's just a great Ice, But I never could bear to hear clashing And never was gien lilt mysel', Ye'il be gaun to the Kirk, Mrs. Scandal, Weel theie's the first clink o' the bell. Mus. Scandal. 'Twas just at the Ball whaur she said it, 'Twas a shamefu 1 undecent remark, If we only had anld Tarn o1o 1 Shanter, We had noo got an auld cutty sarlf. When I sippit a glass o' warm negus, Had ye seen hoo she turn'd up her now 5 And she wlmpsr'd that auld Mrs. Scandal Was better acquainted wi' brose. Mrs. Envy. Was there ever such doonricht impudence, Set her up wi' her lang yellow face, The tongue o' that woman is shamefu' — An even doon perfect disgrace. I'll tell her my mind when I see her, I'm gaun ower to her house to my teaj She's a woman that's void 0' disci etion, And shamfu' at tellin 1 a lee. Mrs. Scandal. D'ye think, mem, her husband is wealthy? Some says the shaft's oot o* the mell j Folk really should speak wi' discretion, They hae plenty to do wi' themsel'. I've heard that his property's bonded, Thai's no very likely I tiow, He was here the last week at oor Saunders And wanted to sell him a cow. Mrs. Ekty. But she's waur than him, Mrs. Scandal, A bank wudna keep her in claes, Tho' ye canna sit doon in her parlour Till ye 1 re like to be eaten wi' flaes. I wadna just say that she's drucken, But it's either a burst or a starve j And if folk come to want wi' their wastry. It's naelhing but what they deserve. Mas. Scandal. T can tak' a bit dram like my neebours, And I think folk should drink when they're dryj That's no the way she, does puir woman, She taks' a' her drink on the sly. And, indeed, she's a vain silly body, And giandeur can ne'er maU 1 her braw j D'ye no think her back, mem, is twisted ? I aye thocht it had a bit thraw. Mrs. Envy. I saw her last week at the Concert, She's very sair alter'd, indeed: But I couldna but laugh at yon gumfioweri Stuck up on the side 0' her head. Yon's ane o' her am niakin' up, mem, Wi' clippit down ribbons nae less ; Tho' she's famed far and near for her meanne«|» She's a wondecfu* body for dreßs, Mrs. Scandal. Miss Daisey was there in her grandeur, An even doon bundle o' pride ; What's the name 0' you lad wi' the whiskew ' That sat the bail uicht by her side f I'll warrant he's some empty puppy j' . He had rings on' his fingeis I saw » He took quid care to let plenty see them. As he stroked and stroked his |aw. ' Mrs. Envy. That's excellent tea, Ikjrs. Scandal, I ken by tho way; that it pours; And the flavour is really delightful, I'll warrant it 1 * Ross &'Kji;oour<B? Did ye notice the tea at Miss Crabtree's » Xon's some that'she boctit at'a sale. It just had the .taste o* dish water, , Yon's what the folk gets in the jail. . , (To be continued.) John Bark, South Craigielee.