OUR OFFICE FURNITURE.

Auckland Star, Volume II, Issue 532, 23 September 1871, Page 2

OUR OFFICE FURNITURE.

Some cruel person has been writing to tho Cross about us, and about our small belongings. He specifies our assets as "a dilapidated chair, a broken candlestick, and several doubtlul looking bottles." We feel deeply being poor; but then we're honest, and it is unkind to refer to our furniture, especially the chair. We like that chair, and we often begin to apostrophise it in the words, " I love it, I love it, the old arm chair ;" but we stay our emotion, for it has no arms, not even abac only legs and a seat. Nevertheless, has it the honor of supporting our person while we utter those profound truths that are rearing to us " a monument more lasting than brass." It was the gift of a kind friend, and has seen better days ; but who knows if even in its dilapidated state it may not yet form the cynosure of pilgrims, the most interesting relic in a museum of antiquities, as having been so intimately associated with the early years of the brightest luminary in the Southern skies. The " broken candlestick!" With what emotion we yaze on that memento of departed joys. " It brings our soul back to the ages of old—to the days of other years," ere we had heard of " Rollicking hams," and before the precocious youth Dick, the iVlephistophiles of our existence, had seen the light. It is trail we know, but its frailty is from years of service in burning the midnight—tallow, for the illumination and the benefit of ungrateful humanity. And then the bottle ! The correspondent says '^bottles," " several doubtlul looking bottles." But he errs; we have but one. It was the gift of our esteemed friend and neighbour, Mr. ."libbin. For four long years it aided in the record of the disposal of sugar and flour and household furniiu-c, ere it took to literature —which was in this wise. It was cast out as a useless thing by the ungrateful George, and has been adopted by us into the, family of litterateurs. It is

described as " doubtful looking." This is because of the frequent placing of it on the fire, as we invariably.write with the ink boiling hot. Thus we are—poor but honest, and hoping; eventually to be rich. But we have paid for the coat on our back, and can look our tailor in the face. And we keep not a score at the tavern, but pay cash for our daily tot. We work hard by day, nor do our labours cease with the setting sun; aud when our labours cease we retire to the comforts of our cot, nor disturb the repose of slumbering citizens.