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Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume I, Issue 50, 9 January 1877, Page 3

REJECTED ADDRESSES, 3y Shakespeare, Junior. ♦ • No. I. Friends, countrymen, and lovers, lend me your ears. If my ambition soared as Caesar's did (And I'm prepared to" meet the doom of Cesar), Even to the highest honours of the State. To be a county councillor, and preside O'er that august and venerable body; Was that a vile ambition? Oh, constituents, oh I To abolish old and. nominate new Boards Would be my earliest task. Land should be free, - And everybody get as much as suited him. IJread, butter, beef and bacon should be sold Or given away ; and all the valleys, too, I'd fill, and level mountains with the plains. And I myself should go down to posterity The pride and boast of all our neighbourhood, And leave a name behind me nobler far Than ever parsons preached or poets sung. Oh, friends, I did not think to shed a tear At this momentous time, save tears of joy. The votes you promised me you did not give. I've been the dupe, the miserable dupe Of mean resigning persons —men who could, With a fair face, yet laughing 'hind my back Say, "You're the man to represent our riding." They have composed upon me, and I feel That I, who yesterday was somebody, Am this day nobody, and now must hide My small diminished head in solitude Beneath the shade of our ancestral gums, You've honoured one more than you honoured me; So be it. But the time will surely come When, as my dearest friend old Dizzy says ** You'll hear me yet, and I'll have my revenge On somebody," so till then fare ye well.

4QUAMQUAM RIDENTEM DICERE VERUM QUID VETAT?" _: » • Mid oceans smiles, 'neath rugged hills, Where shadows sport till wanes the light, There nestle close, nor dream of ills, Some hamlets; sooth, and name them right., ; . A spot you scarce would call a town, Though some in empty titles vie, And haste each passor-by to drown, With talk of. local energy. But stay! my theme escapes me fast; Bear with, my .tale or picture rather, You'll say the gist must come at last, Nor judge till you have'ventured farther. That none may chafe,' nor vote me slow, I'll sing of farne;'contentions roar, Give all their <J«e, the high, the low, Find points'to praise in Akaroa. In these fast days of bounce and brag, . She Bhpws herself no bashful sluggard, «*• Though scandal's tongue may sometime