THE MAYORAL ELECTION – FROM A LADY’S POINT OF VIEW.

Evening Star, Issue 2935, 16 July 1872, Page 4

THE MAYORAL ELECTION - FROM A LADY’S POINT OF VIEW.

To the Editor. Dear Mr Editor, —Perhaps it is wrong of me to trouble you with ray little grievance, more especially as it is partly a family matter ; yet other ladies may be placed in a similar position with myself, and it is consoling to sympathise with one another, although only in print. It is the old story again of the elections, and really they are the trouble of my life ; Charlie (that’s my husband) is over head and cars in them again, and 1 feel that for a whole week I will be very unhappy. I know that every night now I shall be lonely. Our servant has left, and so I will have no one but baby to keep me company. I wonder what was the matter with Charlie yesterday. All day I had a foreboding of something wrong. I wondered why Charlie went moping about, with never a word for baby or me ; but now r I have found it out* I did not think at first it was my animal trouble come round again. I watched him yesterday after dinner sitting in the window corner writing something. Always when I went near he would put it on one side and pretend to be looking out. It made me very inquisitive, and so bye and-bye when he said he would go out for a stroll, I peeped into his desk, and then the murder was out. Do not blame me, 1 was anxious to know what secret he was keeping from me. He had been writing poetry, and about those nasty elections, I send you a copy of The verses. I know he will be angry when he sees my letter and them in print; but it will show him how I feel about the matter. Somehow I can never say anything disagreeable to him when he is beside me ; and now I know I shall not have him at home one night for a whole week. He will go election mad, and in the mornings Mill smell so horribly of whiskey and tobacco. Oh, how I wish the people would find some way of making a mayor without this trouble every year ; and never a year yet hut Charlie has quarrelled with some of his best friends over it. And really what good does it do him after all; would be not better at home beside baby and his own little wife ? Selim,

Hurrah ! my friends, here’s another election, Though only two canditates come to the - scratch ; And now that they’re out for the public’s inspection, Let’s examine them well; we’ve a stake in the match. Here’s a little excitement again; for the “ knowiug ones” Bets can be had, even, at forty te four ; But take care lest a few, who are not ’mong the ‘ • blowing” ones, Do not harpoon the Fish and run him ashore. If not, and this race be but loosely contested, It will show even a “Novice” can hackers secure; And though of bin honors this year undivested, The old Mayor the next must give place to a newer. I grant Fish has made a most excellent Mayor— Cautious, and shrewd, he knows what he’s about; But then is it just, though a capital player, He should take all the innings, and keep others out ? For two years gone by be has made this assertion—- “ That should in the next any Councillor stand, He would vacate the chair without any coercion, And, instead of opposing, would lend him a band.” Alas for this promise, ’twas made to be broken', And, worse still, denied by him who ’twas made. It suits him to think such words never were spoken, So there’s tricks in elections, as Well as in trade. And now friends, I’ll tell you the view that I take of it, Let the office be rolling—this surely is fair, That each Councillor should if there’s honor —partake of it, And (one of them annually ought to be Mayor. So “ vive le Mairc but not each time the same one. All honor to Fish yet give others a chance ; And whether the Council, or Ratepayers name one, It will certainly be a great step in advance.