ORIGINAL POETRY.

Timaru Herald, Volume X, Issue 385, 3 February 1869, Page 3

ORIGINAL POETRY.

BE THANKFUL. Should all thy efforts plainly prove, Success ullcnds thee as you moye, Be thankful ! Should truth be thine, no passing pain, To cast upon thy name a stain, Be thankful ! Should health, not sickness,. on thee shine, And love beguile the fleeting time, ; ; Bo thankful! Should children rise around thy board, To thoe a spring of lore afford, „, Be thankful! Should honour, zenith, respect, and love, ilorer around thee as a dove, Remember, they are from above ; ' Let the .Alniighty Being' sec The talents are not lost m thee. All praise to Hiui m every broath, , Aud even m the hour of death, Be thankful ! Waiiiate. ' TO THE LADIES OF TIMARU. Of early closing, ladies, we would speak : ' '- \ Your kindly aid and sympathy would seek, That we our business premises might close ■ At seven each night, is what wewould propose, Now, you mu3fc all acknowledge it is true, • Without your aid that this we cannot dp ; But if you wish to make our ereuiugs brighter, 'Tis m your power our labours to make lighter, The benefit of such a course is plain, , : Aud its results will bring noloss. of gain ; \ The misters and their servants^will find timeTo seek for knowlodge, and -its branches climb. But, unity is strength. You must unite, - •As well as say that what we want is right ; Aud never fail to have your wants supplied Before the hour for closing has arrived. '- ! With willing hearts and haiids we will supply: Whatever you ha-Tc got a miud to buy; ■. Aud. never. ftlil to thank you for' adhering : To early closing, with its pLeasures cheering. Let musters with the public, then, uuite, Tp umke. the lnbours of their serrants light, By ctcising during winter nights at, seven, . . ' Arid übver keeping bpe'i! till eleven. ! \ : PUO BOKO PSTBMCO...--Timriru.J . . ' . : . '.., • ..'.,:

In the town of S— - — — there was ashoemaker who at the. time officiated as; preacher. „ lie ntways wrota the notices himself to save priutirig. Here ig "one of them :— "There will be..preaching'in the pine this Sunday afternoon on the subject, ' All who do not belie ve -will be damned at 3 o'clock. !:'." ■ ■ " : " "'' An irrepressible, boy 'of. five 'years, who was compelled bo .keep.yory 1 qiiietoaSundiy, having grown inexpressibly weary towards the. close of "a Sabbath day, frankly and honestly approiched'bis exicelleht' but 'oVer-sMct'- father, and gravely said, ''Pajlefß Have some spiritual fun." . : - .-,■■-■■■ „-. -;■ ■■•:■■■■■•■ ' A M-vitvKLLOcs Cure.— i A* i-ernarkable cure is related' by the .'Scottish ■'• newspapers... - A^ man nained Grant, livingAt-Abfinlethy^t met with an accident while driyinjj wood oufcof the TulloohForest, by w W.oh He dislpoated his shoulder. It was determined tlidt lie shoold 'gjo to a bone dootor at Aberlourj but' the; weather being hot, Grant before prooeedirig on his journey, took a bath m the large dim at-Duiack. -While swimming about, he was astonished to observe a roe and a roebuck exulting m the same, oxcercise at the far-off end of , the dam. ..He steered bis course "to the spot, ahd having come, close behind the buok,theßtalwart ! HJgnlander, regardless of the pain- it occasioned, -itretohediout the dis-. abled'arin, and took a firm grip of the roebuck's hind leg, . The: animftli gave ; bo sadden abound forward that it jerked k the arm/ into its socket, and .thus sayed.bimhis long journey.- Grant managed ;to paddle ' "theSbtiekto^lie* store," but feeling that ie ; was 'totally ".iißable tb'lnll'th'e buck m tie usual anode of larid warfare,' hfe^lftp* to the water, and held the animal's headFUnder till he was drowned.

Pleasures of Blatrimont.. By a Wife. —I was married for my money. That was ten years ago, and they have been ten years of purgatory. I have had bad luck as a wife, for my husband and I have scarcely one taate m common. He •wishes' to live m the country, -which I hate. I like the thermometer at 75 degrees which he hafes. He likes the children brought up at home instead of at school which I hate. I like music, and wish to go to concerts, which he hates. He likes roast pork which I hate ; and I like minced veal, which he hates. There is but one thin" we both like, and that is what we cannot both have, though, we are always trying fjr it— the last word. The Pleasures of the Press.— Few people who enjoy the luxury of a daily or even a weekly paper have any idea of the cost of production. \Ve do not mean merely m the money expenditure, but the thought, the mental and mechanical worry, inseparable even from the management of the smallest and least pretentious of all the petty papers of the Provinces. Somehow or another, men who are exceedingly sensible m other things, have got the notioninto their heads that they know fur better about reporting and editing, and all the rest of it, than those who huve upent their life-time m the service. Their kindnes3 m the way 8f ' • advice grati.s " is sometimes quite overwhelming— why if their gratuitous goodness was just to take the shape of cash for a season, the fortunes of the editors would be speedily made. Sometimestheirritated'Ve" are tempted to think that there is nobody who thinks himself too stupid or too ignorant to conduct a paper. And as for the poor reporters —they dare not for the very sake of the people themselves, report people as they speak ; if they alter the speech to suit good grammar, or may be to make it something, they get cantankerous at being kept from making fools of themselves. Then if reporters give a noisy meeting at full length, some great man who lost his temper will get offended immediately ; if the meeting is not fully reported, the reporter is . charged vr ,h cooking ; sonic speaker presses his manuscript on the reporter, who doesn't want it ; and some other speaker, whose MS the reporter does want 2>rofesses not to have any. This is a very disagreeable type of the public orator — the man who wishes you to believe that he is so very clever he does not require to study any of his efforts, although all the time the reporter knows perfectly well the MS is m the large man's pocket, or may be lurking m his hat. This is the sort of man who runs some risk of being reported as he speaks— the bitterest revenge now m the press world. — West Coast Times.