A Sunday in Auckland.

Thames Star, Volume VII, Issue 2138, 10 November 1875, Page 2

A Sunday in Auckland.

Our.correspondent writes:—The Sabbath Bells ring out their warning notes to the good and evil in mournful and lugubrious, tones at weary intervals through this blessed day of rest to all except the unfortunate bell-ringers and parsons. Ido pity a boll-ringer, and think many shortcomings should be lightly dealt with in his case. His pay is small while his labors are arduous and their monotony horrible, while the parson can make it Hrely for himself audcongregation

at discretion. Now mark Ihe crowds of devout church.goers thronging the streets by thousands. The first gl»nce takes one's breath away; the number of bw.tiful and well-dressed ladies of every kind of loveliness from the blushing sebool girl to the staid matron who watches with jealous eye the would-be errant youngsters who cluster around her ample form, calling the wayward ones under her protecting wing like the proverbial hen. Auckland girls are certainly the " fairest in the land," and it is a wonder to me how any bachelor cab remain single. I suppose it may be that each finds a difficulty to choose {among so many fair ones. THii, added to, the evident expense of dressing, doubtlessly keeps many men safe from the darts of Cgpid. Ladies, tell me it coiti them nothing to dress/ I believe them, but reserve .to myself the right of pitying the suffering husbands and fathers-who pay the milliner's bill, or leave them to be settled by the useful t ehedule. The peal of bells ringing the aristocratic denizem of shady Parnell to worship, attract me. Al a distance this peal appeals wonderfully to the better part of my nature. Th« greater the distance I am away from the peal, I should say, would be the greater improvement to me, because the' more I listened to it the less I liked it. I found that jrom beipg moderately good and willing to repent of my many sins committed during the week at-about two miles off, I became positively wicked at fifty yards. Wnftt I was at the church door I decline to state for, obvious reasons. I once thought I had a passion for discordant spunds, for have 1 not been suckled (without "death ensuing) within hearing of Scotch bagpipes P.. The belief of a lifetime is dispelled. I don't like the Parnell peal of bells the better.