PERSONAL

Observer, Volume 4, Issue 94, 1 July 1882, Page 246

PERSONAL

— ♦ Bob Nolan got married the other day. Major Harris, M.H.R., went to Wellington by the s.s. Manapouri. Have Mary and Andy made it up since that little tiff at the Panmure prance ? Why has P., T., deserted that fair one at Devonporfc for the fair Hebe of Chapel-street ? Mr W. E. Sheridan, the star tragedian, passed through by the mail steamer, en route to Sydney. W. E. Buckland's musical laugh has. not been .heard in the Auckland Club since the declaration of the poll. Mr W. R. Walker has recovered from his severe illness, and is now attending to his business dnties. What makes E. 8., of Mount Eden Boad, laugh at that young lady in St. Sepulchre's Church ? George Burgess, agent of the Bank of New Zealand at Paeroa, has been on a month's visit to Auckland, Ask Power, recently of the Waitoa survey party, about that powerful story of some of his experiences at Morrinsville. Mr Superintendent Thomson returned by the Eotorua on Monday last, looking much improved after his trip. Why does Phillip Jones still carry about that wonderful crutch ? Is it to keep himself up, or to keep up the oh, ah. Hitchens has gone to "restore" the blood of tne cornstalks and gumsuckers of Australia. The demand for supplejack is expected to increase. Mr Martin Lush is down with measles. We hear he is occupying his enforced leisure by concocting new and particularly blood-curdling puns. The Misses Wight, of Parawai, are considered to be the best equestriennes in the district. These young ladies can also handle the ribbons splendidly." To Major Derrom belongs the credit of having suggested, nearly six months ago, most of the recommendations contained in the report of the Volunteer Commission. If that teacher doesn't mind his P.s and Q.s -with those young ladies, we shall be compelled to teach him a lesson. Those endearing terms are rather out of place in the classes. There is a teacher in one of the common schools who never feels the cold, and insists on having all the windows open. He is always carefully wrapped up in a great coat and cap. Louie Woods departed by the mail steamer for Sydney. A large number of sorrowing friends and relatives assembled to see her off. She wore a sealskin jacket, and was bathed in tears. Poor Constable McConnel was out shooting at Te Kopuru, and was " run in "by a bog. He was bailed out by sympathetic friends, and returned ■with three seagulls, singing " Tarantara." Eancy the secretary of the Thames Hospital Being seen in the street the other day without a pipe in his mouth. Evidently the piping times of the Thames are gone. The departure from Mongonui of Mr Montague Kingsforce, one of the leading Northern bachelors, is very much regretted. He goes home to England to take possession of his property. The belle of Kaitaia is left lamenting. Thompson, the cornetist, and Miss Carrie Godfrey were very popular among the passengers on their way to 'Frisco in the mail steamer, and on their arrival at that city were presented with a testimonial and a purse containing sOsovs. Mr Goldie has quite a museum of catapults, and it is very amusing to see the rapidity with which the little vulgar boys stow away their much treasured " Shanghais " when the august Inspector of Nuisances looms up in the distance. Mr A. S. Murray, of the South British Insurance Company, who has been appointed travelling inspector, left by the mail boat on Sunday night. Mr Murray is a most popular man in Club and society circles, and no doubt will be very much missed. A certain interesting Maori lady, who was edu-' cated so nicely at Lady Martin's and married with such eclat at Bishop's Court to a gentle savage, has relapsed into barbarism, and now goes about in the pre-sesthetical costume of a flowered skirt and loose jacket. . - \ While Henry Chamberlin is about it, he might. extend his idea of "throwing oil on the troubled waters." He will find nothing so effectual in " stilling the waves of passion " and discontent in the ranks of the cabmen as a free application of " palm-oil." Sydney Society speaks of Herr Carl Schmitt a 9 " the debonnair music-master, the pink of elegance" who was "the delight of the fail 1 , the darling of the salon, the solabe of the petit boudoir, the sympathetic and sympathising friend in many a home distressed by a husband's harshness, a father's Brown, the Christodeiphian milkman, was holding forth on conditional immortality in the Opera House on Sunday evening, and was in the act of emphasising his warnings to ' sinners by thumping the table, when he brought his fist down with such force aa to smash the stone in the ring on, one of his fingers. A correspondent writes over the signature 11 3?almam gui meruit ferat n that "the engineer to the Harbour Board had little else to do with the plan of the harbour referred to in your last issue, than placing his autograph on it. The plan was the work of the Board's surveyor, Mr Warner, not of the engineer, Mr Macdonald." A certain football player of herculean proportions was going about on Saturday last breathing sulphurous anathemas and threats of annihilation against the ill-fated editor of this journal. We let loose looked at the revolver, and pladed-tli'e'pltib within easy reach, but the invader di&'ioS iiiake > his appearance. We breathe again. It is. rumoured abroad that a- well-known vendor, of great bargains is about to submit to petticoat government. He -is tired ofibachelorising, and thinks thab'tjjat comely little personage, Miss 8., of Grafton-road, will make him an eligible lif ft partner. -The fascinating M." seems ratfier disconsolate of late,, for Great has M put bis nose out of joint." ..'. ' . . ; ; M

When Mr J. Buckland's reading, "Pray employ Major Namby," was. roughly rejected by the "gods" at Paddy Doran's benefit, the reader assured his audience that he had given the reading with eclat before numerous cultivated British audiences. Why did he not add, in the style of the play bills, " before all the Crowned Heads of Europe, the President of the "United States, Cetawayo, and the King of the Cannibal Islands." The ruHiour respecting Miss Maggie Knight's approching marriage with Mr D. H. Harking, which appeared in our issue some weeks back and which we copied from a Christchurch exchange, turns out to be a " Canterbury tale.- Mr Knight, the father of the young lady in question, informs us that he has lately received a letter from his daughter in which she states there is no foundation for the statement, and requests him to deny it on her behalf.