Christmas Holidays.

Cromwell Argus, Volume IV, Issue 168, 28 January 1873, Page 7

Christmas Holidays.

The Auckland Evening Star, of Dec. 24, j thus announces that it has decided on a Christmas holiday of two days :—■ For twelve long weary months have we I been grinding at the press, squirting boiling! vinegar on a patient and forbearing people, and now for two whole days shall we put I aside the ink pot, wash our hands from the i filthy type, fling the ledger to the dogs, and feel salad oil and melted butter towards all mankind. Wo feel even in a penitential and beneficent mood. If we have offended any we forgive them ; if we have flayed any to tho bone we bear no malice, and if with boiling vinegar we have ever excoriated the cuticle of any one or any body of ones, we shall endeavour to forget. If any ask you where we are, say we are off! From the veriest devil that dippeth his hand into the ink-pot and smeareth it over the type, to the run-boy that crieth in the street, we arc off! We scale tho rugged heights of Kangitoto, and plunge headlong into the brlney waves ; we lie on the green sward and gaze into the liquid assure, hummed to sleep by the bee flying homeward laden with nectar, or by the big blow-fly buzzing into our ear. We are off to Druryto contempiatjthe railway rising from its ruins, and to the mliotnpu and the Western Springs to spy out the greenness of "ye inhabitants of ye hind," and purchase springs for thirty citizens. We are off to the Thames to see where Caledonians took their rise—to Coromaudel redolent of the memory of the gentle Harpers. We toss the caber to ithe wild pibroch of the Gael in the Alber: j Barracks ; ami by the Royal Mail steamer I Gemini we fly to frantic revelry at Riverhead. I We are enjoying the delights of literature I and war and everlasting brotherhood as we j saunter through the highland glens of Motu Ihi; we enjoy the hisc'ous happiness of strawberries and cream at the North Shore, and we sigh and talk sweet nothin rs with the Oddfellows' and Foresters' fair sisters in the I bosky dells of the Domain. We fiy with the ; sea gull from the busy haunts of num. At i Waiwera we calm our nerves in the baths I heated in Pluto's ov,n cauldrons, and wo j brace ourselves to labour in breasting the blue waves thai - , surge around Tiri Tiri. Anywhere—everywhere, we feel an irresistible centr fugal force impelling us to fly off at a tangent from the whirl of business. We sniff the sea-breezes and we feel a wild delirium thrilling through our veins. We are off! Good-bye ! A mciry Christmas and a happy I Ke.v Year.