IDEAS FROM THE LAND OF FOG.

Cromwell Argus, Volume IV, Issue 186, 3 June 1873, Page 5

IDEAS FROM THE LAND OF FOG.

To the Editor of the Cromwell Akgus. Sir, —Presuming that you will give me a corner m your little paper, I take the liberty of sending you a iaw ideas, which have wrought themselves, in defiance of the fog, into a fermentation which I must let off through sone safetyvalve. As my orthography, syntax, and all that, have kept pace with my years, and by this time have got very much wrinkled, I trust you will apply the smoothing-iron before sending this through the mill.

Our Provincial Council is looked upon as a governing body which we cannot do well without. At least, such was the impres ion some time ago. But the time has now arrived when the incubus must be thrown off. It is a huge parasite living upon the vitals of a small community, and powerless to do it any good if so inclined. Let us have one Government, and let us send men of integrity to represent us. But where arc we to rind them ? Well, an idea has occurred to me (perhaps you may call it foggvl. Say we advertise for "qualified" men (none other need apply); pay them wages, state to them our wants, and send them to parliament. Then, if they are found wanting, they may ho ignominiously kicked out without redress. We should bo far better served by perfect strangers, and such a method would save us from being imposed upon by those of the gains Ilickey. There is a growing spirit of discontent, among the mining community at least, against which our eloquent "Mac" and his satellites can scarcely hope to reign long. Lately they have been brawling over personal grievances, like a parcel of iishwomen, and it is surprising they did not wind up after the fashion of Donnybrook fair. Our various Mining Associations should reconsider the advisability of getting rid of the Provincial farce. It would be stopping a leak which cannot possibly break out in a worse place. " Better bear the ills we have than fly to those we know not of," won't do in this ease. We have endured all the ills that a Government, neglectful of their trust, ami regardless of their promise, can inflict. And Ore patient miner, whose voice is seldom heard, is the greatest sufferer of all. The farmer has got his Taieri "Donald," and the squatter his "big Mac," of Morven Hills ; and the digger—who has he got? Well, he has Ilickey ! Yours, apologetically, TiiRK'A I/JEL, Yi'zao.