The Evening Star. WITH WHICH ARE INCORPORATED The Evening News and the Morning News. WEDNESDAY, JUNE 30, 1875.

Auckland Star, Volume VI, Issue 1674, 30 June 1875, Page 2

The Evening Star. WITH WHICH ARE INCORPORATED The Evening News and the Morning News.

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 30, 1875.

T«t th* cause that lacks assistance, For the wrong that needs reaistanc-. *OT tha fmture in the distance, —U th* nod that we c»n __.

And so it has come to this. Dr Pollen has j "caved in," and the impounded capitation allowance will be paid. So the "olive branch" held out so "tenderly" by the Colonial Secretary, and over which' our contemporary the Cross yesterday gushed so affectingly, was just what we said it was, and fortunately for the province Sir George Grey was not so soft as to accept it in lieu of the solid sovereigns. We are not yet in possession of the causes that have led the General. Government so suddenly to change their mind. Possibly, as in the case of the confiscated land funds, the Audit Commissioners removed the difficulty, possibly the Solicitor-General's "opinion for which Sfr George Grey pleaded so earnestly has pointed out the untenable position; possibly the state of "bard up" in which the Treasury has unquestionably been, and which necessitated all' kinds of petty' subterfuges to keep the duns from .the door, has been relieved by advices which have placed money to the Government's credit. Whatever may be the cause or causes, Mr. Fitzherbert and Sir George Grey, have succeeded, and have wrung for their provinces the money which had been unwarrantably and somewhat unscrapulously impounded. But what will the Government organs say? We do not like to exult over anyone placed in an awkward position, but really after the columns of

legal learning wherewith the two organs in Wellington and our own Cross have defended the position, it will be curious to see the flag hauled down. In the telegram we are told only of the Wellington capitation money being paid, but ol course the circumstances of the Auckland capitation funds are the same, and it will not be necessary to proceed by mandamus to. compel the General Government to shell out. And what now of -lithe sneering indulged against our Superin- , tendent? As we have said, inch by inch he has fought for his province, and inch by inch he has succeeded. In nothing yet has he been foiled, and we take it as a happy augury of good things yet, to come. We can now compare results with wha^» they would have been had the advice gratuitously, and so often, tendered to Sir George Grey been taken. Dr Pollen was throwing "oil on the troubled waters" We were told, and every body was to be reprobated that did not subside under the oily influence. It was "doubted whether success would crown the Pollennial efforts to produce a cessation of telegraphic hostilities," and we are charmed to see that the saponaceous application has been ineffectual, and that hostilities cease only on the triumph of right over might. We trust we have seen the last of these unworthy attacks on the brave unflinching policy of the Superintendent. Dr. Pollen can retain his " olive branches" for more fitting occasion, and we would counsel him in his future dealings to eschew soap and try honesty. It goes farther in the long run, and by this time .of day be must have learned that "soft sodther" is entirely lost on the cuticle of Sir George Grey. When the political millenium comes to New Zealand, and wrongs are righted, then will be the time for the olive branch; but in the present state of this province, and after all that has been done to bring it to the present pass, olive brandies be blowed— we prefer the shillelagh. We pine to hear what is the cover under- which Dr. Pollen •has beaten a retreat, and what tune the organs will play. Whatever the music may be, it may be appropriately intituled the Rogue's March. However, we shall not anticipate. But we shall watch with breathless interest the withdrawal of those columns of irresistible legal lore that have been standing in so dreadful array ; and under the shelter of which the "olive branch was so tenderly and deprecatingly held out."