A TRIP ROUND THE WORLD.

Otago Witness, Issue 2255, 20 May 1897, Page 11

A TRIP ROUND THE WORLD.

The Key. J. J. Lewis gave an account of somo of the countries and cities he visited during his recent tour to a large au-Hence afc the Trinity Wesleyan Schoolroom on Wednesday night, 12lh. Starting from Auckland .oa to San Francisco, New York, Boston, Washington, Chicago, and other American cities, the lecturer gave his views on the leading characteristics of the people, contrasting New Yorkers with residents of San Francisco, and referred to the extremes of" Democracy and Conservatism generally in America, the social and domestic habits, &o , of the people. He spoke enthusiastically oa the stupendous work o£ Nature in the Niagara Falls, and dwelt on the feeling of the whites precluding their mixing with the blacks. He also gave a description of the working of the Corn Exchange of Chicago. Crossing to England in one of those imaiease and palatial Atlantic steamers, the lecturer took his hearers through England, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales, and the Isle of Man, and gave a word picture ol tho softness of English lake scenery aa compared with our own southern lakes. He thought, however, out Otira Gorge presented a scene in Nature's handiwork not to be found anywhere in the whole of America. From England the Continent was visited, and Mr Lewis enlarged on the beauties of all the chief cities he visited, and closed a most interesting account of his travels with some particulars of the Colosseum, the Forum, and Catacombs of ancient Rome. Altogether the lecture was most interesting and instructive, and was no doubt thoroughly enjoyed by all present. Several anthems were sung by the choir and a solo by Mr J. Lane, Miss Oliver played the accompaniments.

Pat : Ah, Biddy, me jewel, I love ye, It's you that's the sweetest colleen ; Why is it ye trafce me s>o coldly ? Shure, yeraelf just like this I've ne'er se3U« Don't be hiding yer face in your apron, Don't sniffle as though ye were sad, And yer voice is so hoarse I don't know it->» Oh, Biddy, driving me mad j Biddy: Bad luck to ye, Fat, to come wooing A maid in a manner so bold, When her face is swelled out like a praty With the divil's own taste of a cold ! Take your arm from my waist, or you'll make me Jnst cough till I'm shakin' the flure — — • Pat i Whist! now, O'ill be back in a minute Wid Woods's Great Peppermint C«W (