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Poverty Bay Independent, Volume I, Issue 4, 28 March 1885, Page 6

prayer has been heard, and has thrown his invulnerable 'mantle a?&tt«4his devoted spouse, and “ Birds of a feather,” can still “ flock together.” We must now devoutly pray, Oh, Sarah, keep Abraham from all harm. We understand that an embryo Boniface has been taking lessons in the art and mystery of “ score ” keeping, and that he finished the last course of instruction yesterday by paying 9s. It is his in/,?«/ shortly to open a refreshment R ooth, and has engaged the services of an experienced and practical barmaid. The effects of a little youthful indiscretion on the part of young Sarah at on Thursday night was severely- felt on the Morrow, although no serious effects have resulted.

We understand that, providing the invitation set forth in the imposing and artistic broadside which is nailed on the door of the Volunteer Drillshed, is not quickly responded to by “ six smart young men ” who are to receive a “ free kit,” a Press gang, under the skilful guidance and command of Captain Sarah Mormon, will be at once formed with the object of pressing recruits for the formation of a local amazon corps.

The “ Peculiar Case ” of “ Alleged Lunacy” has certainly demonstrated two facts —one, as to the truth of the adage that “ doctors differ,” and the other as to the equally patent fact relating to the vageries of the law. To to the paternal custody of a jailor/iOTsa week, and then, at the expiration of tha\period, to bring him up again in the custody of the police and charge him with being “ a lunatic, and not under proper care and control” must prove too much for the risible faculties of even a mute.

In response to our notice “ Wanted old books, periodicals, or any scraps of printed matter for reproduction in the .columns of a daily paper,” we have had several amusing applications. Amongst the last came an obese and perspiring old lady with her arms full and laden with the savings of half a century. Breathless with exertion she deposited her load upon the office table and then made vigrous use of a soiled piece of cotton fabric which had a suspicious piece of fancy work attached to it. “ There you are, Sir! —(horizontal wipe across the forehead) —you will—(wipe under chin) —find something—(blow of nose and wipe of mouth) —fresh here. There's the Family ‘Erald, the Young Lady’s Magazin’s, the Star and lotyujf good scraps.” On us calling heK attention to the fact that it was the daily paper which wanted them and directed her to our daily contemporary, her face lowered and the good humoured smile vanished as she remarked “oh, the ‘Erald : has got enough to last them for a long time yet. I’ve had all my trouble for nothing !” We have looked in vain for a public acknowledgment from our contemporary. “Ingratitude is the worst of vices.”