THE FLAX AND RAILWAY SCHEMES.

Westport Times, Volume IV, Issue 638, 29 March 1870, Page 2

THE FLAX AND RAILWAY SCHEMES.

A DIALOGUE 'TWEEN MAN AND MATTER.

Inhabitant. Advance New Zealand, our adopted country! Progress, or we'll retreat. My word on't, won't wo ? Squat in a tangled wilderness L : ke this wild waste, d'ye think ? Without tno best of every thing, And any amount to drink! Get out! I'll keep it up, by hook Or crook, as long's Finable; If you.don'fc stand the equivalent, I'll off and file my schedule. That's how they meet the case when things Don't run to suit in town, Against the Queen, who let's em slide, They chalk the balance down. N. Z. How much bettor than your fathers, Tho' you've come across the sea! "Would they know the taste of brandy If they met it in their tea ? Wore they raa.de of clay for bricks, And you of clay for delf ? You go broke so mighty easy, I feel for you myself. Inh. Such sympathy as that of yours, I feci constrained to say, No sinner for another felt Who Satan had to pay. I'd wish a jolly earthquake dropped Across you some tine day, And smashed you into steepleses Were we well out the way. Come, give us some advice, or else 'Tis clear we must make tracks, Your gold's beyond the reach of sense, What do you say of flax ? JV. Z. The production of vude produce Is my forte, you are aware. F:n,7- fields of great extent are not, Bnt patches hero and there. My colioeativo knowledge is So defective, I feel shy To proffer my opinion 'pon A subject so sky high Above my poor attainment, but I have it in my eye That the machine best suited to The purpose, did they try, And to the place would be one so Constructed as to I Mean when the patch got all chawed up— Gather up itself and fly. Inh. Stop, stop, we'll let that subject drop, An't please you, as they say What think you of the Railway scheme ? Is't wise, and will it pay ? A 7". Z. Is't wise ? That gipsy of our age The restless ms'ilng digger; Get him to own a chest of drawers To keep his swag in figure. 'Tis said when the bold aeronaut, Ascended high in air, Looks down, tall towers and steeples sink Into tho earth, and where A lull uproars, a plain appears, Like case to gentlemen Who after dinner cork their beef And pudding, now and then More cork than caution use, and in Imagination scan This hard, stern, unaccommodating, Rugged home for man; Taking the temper of the clouds, those Rocks of nonreslstance, Banning a railway r?gM along, Loss labor or assistances, The rocky, cloud-capped mountains high, Lighily o'ersteps, nor hesitates, The dark, dank, dismal, yawning rift To trip across, and nominates Mountain torrents purling rills, And lakes tmfathomed shallow pools, Precipices gentle hills. I wish to state in confidence, — Now don't get in'a funk, I love to call a spade a spade— The deviser must been drunk. How it can be supposed to pay To me is quite a riddle, With nobody at either end, And no one in the middle. Inh. Oh, thou poor unsophisticate, Green island of tho sea! 'Tis evident you don't perceive The depth of villany. Mankind in morals we divide Into great classes two— Class major; sinners; with the saints We nothing have to. do. Again, the sinners subdivide, Again we've classes two, The rogues who by their wits subsist, The fools, by labor do ; Both have my sympathy; the fools— I pity have, tis true. For their poor bodies ; and the rogues— I pity their poor souls, I do; Those are tho human working bees, Who, rain or shine, must wander, Try every opening for their flour, For drones the rogues to plunder. This roguish scheme is not so vain, Nor very cranky notion, 'Tis meant to lure a horde more fools From t'other end the ocean. A 7. Z. Wisdom, it is said, is always before The man that hath understanding; The eyes of the fool to the ends of the earth Are said to be always wandering. Pakiiii. Wcstport.