A Wine Bath.

Cromwell Argus, Volume III, Issue 139, 9 July 1872, Page 3

A Wine Bath.

An American traveller desiring, while in Paris, to take a hath, his physician recommended a wine bath. In the employ of the establishment was a coloured mail whom he had known in America, and of him he enquired how they could afford to give a wine bath for seventy-five cents. Why, mass t,” said the negro, “ that wine has been in the bath-room one week, ai d you are the thirty-eighth person that has bathed in it “ Well, I suppose they throw it away when they are done with it.” Oh ! no, massa : they send it down stairs for the poor people, who bathe in it for twenty-five cents.” “ And then what do they with it T’ “ Bottle it up and send it to America, where they sell it for French wine.”

The “ Loafer in the Street” Writes in the Canterbury Press “ The North Islanders are a tine race. Some of them employ their time quietly enough. They plant potatoes, kill a white man or two, and burn some farms. They dig up their potatoes, and return to the whites. They say they bear no ill-will to the pakeha—far from it. They get forgiven and go back and eat their potatoes. The Southern Moari is very noble. His strong point is selling eels. He may have other characteristics, perhaps equally interesting, but Iro not aware of them. As an eelist he is unequalled. I heard Maoris trying to sell eels to my landlady yesterday, The first said his were quite fresh, they were killed yesterday. The second said his were fresher ; they were eaught to-day. The third said his were freshest; they were [ caught to morrow,”