Litrature.

Waikato Times, Volume I, Issue 5, 11 May 1872, Page 2

Litrature.

J0 K RY'S ,1 OUIIN KV. nv iiruACUTtrs oai:v. I.v olden times there lived a man named Jorry, in a little village a good way oil' from a great city railed London town. Now Jorry Imd rt little farm ; so ono day lie drove a pig through tlio village to sell it to mine host of the inn. And so lie came to hoar the greu. Tiews tluvt a •.vrtam general had won a great battle, amj. had bouii made a lord by the Queen. " No such luck happens to me," thriUfiht Farmer Jorry, " nor ever wjll while 1 live iin this poor hole of a place. 1 ani tired of it. Here 1. have one house, one cow, one pig, one wife, one child, and one dccent coat. Who is to know how many 1 might have if I were only in that wonderful London t i\vn " What is the matter with yon, Junyasked his wife, when he wont home to dinner. " Why do you look so glum " Well 1 may !" answered he. "Tf I were: in London town, 1 might be a general, or a judge, or a noble, and marry a line lady, and live til a palace; but no good luck ever comes to mo hero !" " Marry a line lady!" cried the wife "What! ,ve you tired of me ?" "That am I ! and of my cow, and of my old brown horse, and everything else," said ho. At these words the wife burst into tears. Without more ado, .lorry got up, and went out, and saddled his old brown horse, and roue, oil' down the road. " Oh, dear : oh, my ! oh, lor ! " sobbed the good wife ; " what can have come to my .lorry'/ Hut 1 dare say he will be home by-and-by, so 1 will cook a good supper." But oil'rode Jorry on his old brown horse, and kept the road to London town. " I wonder L never tbought of this before," said he to himself. The Qneen will soon see how clever Lam, and make a lord of me." In four hours ho jogged into a certain town where there was a marke' ■> place, with a tall church on one side, and an inn on the other. "is this London town ?" said he. " No," said mine host of the inn ; " London town is four hours oil'." " Which way?" asked jorry Mine host pointed straight along the road. Now on the top of the church was a certain big arrow set up on a long spike ; and this arrow was pointing stiaight down the road to Loudon town. " I need not have naked," thought .Jorry ; "this arrow is set up to point the way." " If you are for London town to-night," said the host, " you had better come in and drink a pot of ale, and let your horse have a feed." " That is a good, thought of yours, neighbour," answered Jorry ; "so I will." So Jorry drank a pot of ale, and talked over the gi eat news. And then lie got up on his old brown horse again. There was no need to ask the way ; he looked up to the great arrow, and took the road it pointed to. After he had jogged on an hour, he began to look round. " Why," thought lie "I could swear—only it is wicked—that I have seen this road before; but after all one road is very much like another." So on lie Jogged for another hour. " Why, ' thought he, " I oo.uld swear 1 have seen this river before—only it is wicked, so 1 won't"; and ai'rer all, one river is very much like another." And on ho jogged one hour more. " Why, I could swear 1 h; d seen that hill before," a:id he to himself, " but I know I ought not; and after all one hill is very much like another." In one hour more he jogged into a certain small village. " Why," thought he, "I could swear this is not London town, but the arrow pointed this way, and it is now four hours ; and after all, one place is very much like another." By this time it was dark, and late, and all the lights but one were put out in the village. Now as the old horse came jogging along, the door opened whore this light was shining, and a little boy ran out, and a woman stood at the door, and asked Jorry to come in. " Well," thought he, " I could swear I have seen that woman before, and that child ; but after all, one woman is very much like another, and children are all just alike." So, as lie saw a good supper on the and as he began to feel tired of his journey, he thought he might as well get down. And get down lie did, and ate a good supper too, and never made a long journey again. "For," said he, " what is the use? One place seems exactly like another."