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NOTES BY THE WAYFARER.

I observe that His Worship the Mayor retires into the ‘ ‘ cooler shade of respectability” on the 16th of this month. R.I.P. say I. He was a good and genial soul with a large heart and a taste for Banquets hut there, let him “hear his blushing honors thick upon him,” and I say to him as Jasper Losely said to Arabella Crane —“Had I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne’er could injure you.” On Ait that the cabmen intend presenting him Avith a suitable and costly testimonial for his strenuous and untiring eflorts in their behalf. It is also reported that the ratepayers intend to invite him to a banquet on a stupendous scale when the City Councillors, through their Falstaff -will present him with a silver cradle and a purse of sovereigns from the general rates, in order to recoup him for his pecuniary losses during his term of office. Adieu sweet -heart, I love you well. The coming Mayor on his accession is to shine at a festival at which the inevitable Christmas Goose will hold a prominent position on the Board. The Magistrates Court opened punctually at 11 a.m. the other day. The consequence was that several late plaintiffs were nonsuited, and on coming into Court were reprimanded on their great want of punctuality. — O temp or a o mores! It is rumoured in certain quarters that in this locality there will soon only be one doctor to differ from. The railway management occupies a considerable portion of the newspapers. Quonsqne tandem, O Maude ! will thou try our patience ? How long will this obstinacy of thine keep the people of Canterbury in a turmoil? What is it to you that the railway docs not pay, that officials snub the public, that the passengers are inconvenienced, that goods are not delivered, and that the trains sometimes meet one another, as long as you find your “hat” and draw your tight little salary ? Its a maudlin piece of business from beginning to end, and its a pity that “Johnny with the pipe ” ever left the service. Don’t you think so, gentle public ? “Wanted, a few intelligent ‘men’ for the constabulary department.” The intelligence displayed by the existing members of the force is wonderful. Look how well they display their excellent proportions and their beautiful uniforms, and bow nicely they “turn the ‘corners.’” They never exceed their duty, and they never impound cows off private property. What more then do you want? I heard a good story the other day, apropos of applications, by “intelligent men.” A dusky son, from Afrie’s sunny shore, called on the chief of the blues, and requested an interview —the interview was granted, and the “ darkey” ushered into the presence of the “chief.” Chief : What do you want ? Darkey ; I hear dat you want some intelli gint men, and I’se applied. This niggar is bery intelligint. Can cook and catch boys, and run ’em in as sharp and as slick as greased lightning. Chief : Sergeant, turn this sweep out of my office, and find out who played this joke upon me. ‘.Do you dear sir.’ Door Darkey was turned out instanter, deeply bewailing that the chief would not believe in his “ intelligence, ” and at being called a sweep. The Chief’s feelings may be more easily imagined than described. So John of the “Cri” is not going to be beat after all. Bravo John, and I wish you success in rebuilding the Theatre. It would hardly be fair after all the trouble and expense you have gone to to please the public, that you should have the cold shoulder shown you, and I hope all the public will view it in the same light as I do and give you their hearty support. Make it a “ good one ” and you’re sure to win. So much for Buckingham ! Adieu till wc meet again.