Mr T. L. Shepherd’s Pet Lamb.

Cromwell Argus, Volume IV, Issue 201, 16 September 1873, Page 7

Mr T. L. Shepherd’s Pet Lamb.

We take tlic following from the Wakatip Mail ! —Mr Thomas Luther Shepherd has a friend in Wellington who appears very anxious that the hon. member and his actions should receive full publicity in these columns, and to that end he telegraphed us the following on Monday last. It is questionable whether the poetic effusion is worth the money paid for it, but our readers can judge for themselves. The rhyme is said to have been circulated in Wellington and the House, and is entitled, “The Destruction of the Cold Mining Bill”: The “ Smiler” came down like a Wolf on the fold, All bunkum and trash, with a hill about gold, And deluded constituents thronged to behold, When away with the “Claimant” the steam packet rolled, As a lord of creation, so buoyant and keen, I The “ Smiler” at sunrise so happy was seen ; Like the ghost of vexation, (so ch-.uged was his tone,) That man, in the evening, sat silent and lone. And there lay the Bill, cast for ever aside, The hope of the 11 Smiler,” his strung.h and his pride. It's Shepherd was absent, On billiards intent, Forgetting the mission on which he was sent. And there sits the “ Smiler,” now purple, now pale, As he thinks what the papers will make of the tale. The tables are silent, the cup left alone, The Bill is refolded, its trumpet unblown. And the diggers of Dilnstan are loud in their rail, The electors of Tinkers shall ne’er cease to wail, And the Nasebyites know, and have cause to , remember, This curs’d Bill has melted like snow iu December.