THE PEOPLE'S FRIEND.

Evening Star, Issue 3788, 15 April 1875, Page 2

THE PEOPLE'S FRIEND.

To the Editor. And——is a canny dhiel wi’ the tan,' Te dinna ken as she does, lb Minister, Faatas ye Wnd empty decanters Of dam, * - " would clean out ink bottlss. -

Sib,—ln the interests of your multifarious readers, land touched by the stem justice of your correspondent wlio has been .the invaluable. means of compelling you to unearth from the 3 names of newspaper columns the tnithfuUecisive, and unanswerable manifesto which 4 venal Press had' hitherto successfully managed to conceal from-the anxious gase of su.iste* rested and grateful community, I hasten to express my unbounded admiration and delightthat Otago possesses amongst its individual having the sense of honor, truth* justice to unmask - tyrannical hypocrisy despicable scheming, and endowed witu th« intellectual calibre aud force to expose to the millions of Britain- the deceit attempted, Mid hitherto successfully, to be practised upon thrift). Sir, thus. far. hadrofficial corruption and misstatement succeeded in misleading the when at aa unexpected moment a disinterested benefactor of mankind emerges from his modest sphere,^and at a stroke of bis unan-* swerable pen dispels the halo of fanciful success with which a crowd of interested agents and- newspapers had managed to surround emigration to New Zealand. Like an immense balloon, Sir, at touch of a very bodkin it has collapsed. With their usual lying and .deosit• they may pretend that the disaster to the 06sEatrick has frightened people for the present- ' at the truth will prevail Charles the First had his Cromwell, *93 had its h&oes, and ’75 finds Otago supplied ' with the uioi needed to lead the enslaved and disgusted sons of toil in a crusade against interested pile and pretentious good motives. The hoot has strode, sir, which has smashed et one blow the fabric of lies. Europe is warned of the attempt to lure from their comfortable homes the industrious masses of its population. The . delusions of an unscrupulous raos are opposed in their disgusting nakedness to the outlook of their expected victims. A howl of indignation and wrath has arisen before which the obnoxious vermin will be glad to crave the shelter and protection of those whom they have inveigled to these inhospitable shores. Sir, stern necessity in the interest of a maltreated people will call for distinguished victims. Once aroused* sir, by the thunders of indignation, whose rumblings are even now heard, it will be impossible for even the beat intentioned and most an-‘ mane to prevent deserved punishment overtaking the evil-doers. Forewarned, sir, is forearmed. Will these plotters, now unmasked, take the advice of one of those whom they affect to despise and have deceived, and protect themselves and their families? It is far from my wish to injure them personally, and perhaps some of the. innocent sharers of their guilt. Sir, let them without delay, and unlike Lot’s wife looking back, leave the farms and herds, which through squeezing the life’s blood of others they nave become unlawfully possessed of. Let them abandon without reservation their stores, mills, granaries, banks, and plunder, the accumulation of yean of extortion from the toil and sweat of the slaving multi-", tude of betrayed ones. Sir, I know the man who has struck their doom. There is not a particle of money-grubbing or envioui feeling in his composition. In the innermost tissuesOK his palpitating organ are feelings Which to tiro ordinary public are unobservable. His tempku Sir, throbs at injustice ; his eoul hums wiSj indignation at hypocrisy. His bowels'howl a* emptiness. His palate feels for those .who lack a nobbier, ms instincts tell him a sheep-

farm is not an unenviable lot. His impeounioritv says it is nice to be a banker. Hu •ennui hints that his enormous talents would hate made him an unequalled company projector. But all, all Sir, he leaves to the grasping wretches and polluted humbugs who have managed by every dishonest move to gather to themselves the righteous possessions of the toiling crowd. Had the thousands that he ha* scattered in attempting to benefit his fellow men, been in the grubbing spirit of the pretended leaders of the community invested in flocks and herds, in lands and houses, in banks and scrip, Sir, in comparison Thomas Bussell would be small potatoes, and Henry Miller a vegetable marrow. But, Sir, soaring above such grovelling instincts he goes his way contented to be poor, Branded in his memory, Sir, are the features of every likely purchaser ef his wares, and familiar as his own pleasant thoughts are the etones of the footpath. Unlike the needy knife-grinder, Sir, he nas a story to tell if you’ll only let him button-hole you ,* and, Sir, nis pride does not extend to scorning ft bob, should you feel inclined to indulge in instructive reading. But, Sir, he loathes, bates, and despises the mean, crawling, cravens, who, not content with the canopy of heaven for a covering, and the asphalts of the Municipal Council for a floor, must needs have gorgeous shops in which to sell their paltry articles. . Sir, he is above such petty dodges and manouvres. I hope, Sir, that I have not exceeded the bounds of your indulgence, but. Sir, to do justice to the exalted character of my subject must be my apology.—l am, Ac., Clean Shave.