A DREAM.

Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume 3, Issue 211, 26 July 1878, Page 2

A DREAM.

(After Tennyson) But not of Fair Women A 1..H--., .♦.!..- ■_- To the Editor of the Akaroa Matt. Sib, —In my peregrinationt-ef latel J»ad a dream. I had been, as is usual with me, on the track of discovery. I had been reading with delight in a London newspaper of that wonderful discovery the microphone, and had dozed off with my brain "ringing with the music of th© Spheires," of Lorenzo telling Jessica that we should 1 never catch a note of that cosmic anthem which each golden orb "in his

motion like an angel sings, still quiring to the young eyed cherubims." I need hardly tell you that the eloquent description of this most wonderful of modern inventions, like John Sundowner; had got somewhat mixed, and I dreamed on, yes dreamed that I had turned cockatoo, and that with my microphone I wa.s waiting and listening for the first pulsations of the grasa when it shall start to grow in the coming spring.

The winter had been severe, and I felt somewhat anxious, knowing the poverty of stock generally, and I imagined I should confer a boon on my neighbors by announcing in a scientific manner the advent of that for which they are so ardently longing, viz, grass. Dreaming on, I found myself in company with John Sundowner taking a peep at many well known faces in the midst of a faction fight, to wit a Road Board election. Aye, "while Wynn boasts the .line of Scott, the _iaughtere_ chiefs, the mortal jar, "and havoc of the school 'house war, shall never, never, be forgot." Aye, Sir, "the mirth and fun were fast and furious," the ancient .clan McDonald was well to the fore with the well known cry of Fromage ; while the Knight of Snowclon, # his somewhat' lancient '. physique, appeared to be nothing daunted, and as .gallant As" ever; Auld Rab Roi, the fallen inonareh of. " the murmuring Burgh," ! with nfaiybe ah inch or twoo' [iWhiskey/.in.till him> was gravely arguing- ; with a small knot of gentlemen of timber | and sheep propensities, as to whether j Head of the Bay of' Barry's Bay would, in 'future, be the centra of tbe univarse. 1 could stand it no longer, I hollered, " Interests 1" this woke me, I trimmed my lamp and am still on the wall abi. Yours, &c,

DIOGENES.