ANOTHER GOOD MAN GONE WRONG.

Observer, Volume 7, Issue 161, 13 October 1883, Page 12

ANOTHER GOOD MAN GONE WRONG.

A member of the bald-headed brigade has been teetotally mashed by the charms of a local beer nymph, and gives vent to his feelings in the following agonising squeal : — " 0, sweet Minnie, she's a daisy, With her dark, expressive eye ! 0, sweet Minnie, she's a darling," Say the chappies standing by. But Minnie's not a chicken, And no nicely takes them down, That they don't feel very crusty, Though they know she's done 'em brown. She's a cussie little pussie, And, like pussie, claws has got — She can stroke them down, like velvet, Or can scratch them up, a lot. Oh, the Syren ! while perspiring With the fervour of his love, And with whisky he's imbibing, Each thinks her saint above. Each says, " Darling little pnssie ; Lovey, Dovey, come to me ;" But nary bit of coming Eventuates to he. For this spicy little Minnie Is wide awake, you bet ; And nary bit of greenness In her eye will ever get. They may go for her bald-headed ! They may go with heart and soul ! But, when they think they've got her, They're fifty miles from goal ! Oh, you witching little pussie, Don't tiy it on with me, Or you'll bust up this old bald-head, And put him up a tree — And this hoary-headed sinner A heart-broke youth will be.

Cfred of Deinking. — "A young friend of mine was cured of an insatiable thirst for liquor, that had so prostrated his system that he was unable to do i any business. He was entirely cured by the use of Hop i Bitters. It allayed all that burning thirst, took away the appetite for liquor, made his nerves steady, and he has remained a sober and steady man for more than two years, and has no desiro to return to hia cups." — From a leading E. B. Official. Read. No land in sight! Alone in mid-ocean the stately Doric — freighted with so many hundreds of precious lives — held steadily on her course. On deck the passengers congregated in little knots talking; or, with a laudable desire to get as much excercise as | possible, did the prescribed constitutional with the same steadfastness of purpose that they had shown for the [ last six weeks. The lately wedded Saraphwa and her devoted husband sat together, tranquilly enjoying the beauty of the moonlight night, her little hand nestled in hiß broad palm, and evor and again she looked up confidingly, into his bronzed and manly countenance. Presently she broke the silence, " My ownest Augustus shall we not be happy together in your New Zealand home? Ah, pleasant as the voyage is, howl long to tread once more terra firma. The Captain said at dinner to-day that this day week we ought to be in Auckland. But, oh why my Augustus are you so dreadfully silent to-night ? Are you thinking of the calm beauty of the heavens with the Southern Cross and myriads of constallatious twinkling down upon us ? or does your memory oarry you back to my dear old England home and the first time we met, only a short six months ngo ? And, dear Gus., do you remember how you talked to me about New Zealand, and how you said you had to return shortly, and, oh you recollect tho Sunday evening you proposed tome? Oh I it seems like a dream 1 I You do not answer me, why ? What are you thinking of Gus?" "If you must know my love," replied Au- j gustus, " honestly speaking, not any of these delightful retrospections occupy my thoughts. I was thinking how confoundedly hard theso seats are, and that the first thing I must do when we arrive in Auckland is to sro and see my old h-iend Joe Moses of the New Zealand Tweed Company, and get measured for some now pants.