WAIKA TO WHISPERINGS

Observer, Volume 3, Issue 60, 5 November 1881, Page 118

WAIKA TO WHISPERINGS

— The little widow has gone to town. — Phillip has turned on his ancient crony, and written him down an ass. — Billy lias given up cricket for lawn tennis. It is so " uttahly " nice. — Mr Samuel Pascoe is the doctor's right hand, and means tosee him through. — We never see William, of the Supple-jack, now. Where, oh, where is he ? Will he never tell us any more stunners about his adventures ? — The fiery young spirits of the Waikato Cavalry want to go to the Front. Let 'em go. But for my part the sylvan shades are much better worth visiting in times of peace. — The Major wants the Hamilton contingent to go under its own captain. To be sure ! But ought not the commander-in-chief to be at the head of his men ? —It is pretty generally known amongst the friends of the parties that Miss Clarke, the acknowledged belle of Cambridge, is engaged to Mr Richardson, of Pen Court. — The promoters of the most successful ball ever held in Cambridge remained in town the next day to contemplate each other. In some cases the contemplation lasted for several days. — It is hard, though, after all the trouble dear Richard and Harry went to, to see no record of their success. Both were beautiful, Dick especially. But they might have taken a little more care of their valuable togs towards breakfast thne. — The people of Cambridge are awfully put out to know how the Government opened its heart and gave them the Karapiro bridge. If only the dear souls live long enough they will get to know not only this, but how the apple got into the dumpling, the political opinions of Major Jackson, and a great deal besides. — Great disappointment was felt when it was found the Observer, which was looked to for a veracious report of the fancy dress ball, passed it off with a paragraph. But really its merits placed it beyond criticism, aud the pen faltered in the attempt to do it justice. It was a task demanding the employment of too many adjectives, and I was not equal to it. Meantime I have secured a " Thesaurus," and only await the next event to " wade in." — By the way, a base political plot against the doctor has been discovered. It appears he has not paid his rent for some considerable time, and the house agent, tired and heartsick, has at length taken steps to eject the Esculapian tenant. It is somewhat unfortunate that the agent aforesaid is a relative of a gentleman having business relations with a well-known political light, and the doctor does not hesitate to say that J. B. Whyte has used his influence iv that quarter to damage the reputation of an opppnent. . Is it not terrible tliat such foul plots, worthy only of the dark ages, should be perpetrated in the broad daylight of the nineteenth century ?