THE MILL ON THE FLOSS.

Tuapeka Times, Volume IX, Issue 630, 30 December 1876, Page 3

THE MILL ON THE FLOSS.

(To the Editor.) Sib, — In your issue of the 27th ult , I notice a discriptive bit of dirarsbun under the above attractive heading which took place at the Blue Spur, in which it describes the Bastincities showing their disapproval at the result of the election by imitating tho Kilkenny cats on their Claytonian opponents. Now, sir, allow me to state that the twenty three respectable and intelligent electors that voted for Mr. Bastings resorted to no such questionable proceedings, but when , vanquished, like good men and true, retired to their homes and left the field to the victorious Claytonians. Who, when findingthemselves so unexpectedly masters oi the field with no other opponents to conquer, than they were seized with that sudden and bitter remorse which is sure to follow a thoughtless and ungenerous action. Political excitement and XXXX had clone its work ; strong men threw themselves on each other's bosoms and wept. I will draw a veil over that scene of sorrow and dispaic. But with that pluck endowed to no mortal but Blue Spurites, they resolved to console themselves with a regular bear-hugging, not as you describe, but on the light fantastic As human nature is weak, especially when free and independent votes are wanted, a few auxiliaries were enrolled from that Martial Isle where the Kilkenny cats hail from, and having imbibed freely the generous and free Black Horse; somewhat disturbed the conviviality of the gathering by their frisky and ticklish natural "divarshun," but after a somersault or two on the hard road, a few runs against a manuka post, and being left to themselves, soon evaporated. Now, sir, that is the whole history of that sanguinary affair that left the room in such an awful mess. I wonder any one is left to tell the tale ; and for the future do not believe only about one-half that is told you. And in conclusion I must state that though the ninetytwo Claytonites might have went mad with | joy, or sorry with XXXX, they would never be so mean as to spoil the beauty of One ot? the Twentt-Thbee.

[We are obliged to our correspondent for the advice contained in the above effusion, as to believing half we hear. In confidence, we might mention that we do not believe a quarter of the above.— Ed. " T.T,"