THE GLOBE. SATURDAY, AUGUST 23, 1879.

Globe, Volume XXI, Issue 1719, 23 August 1879, Page 2

THE GLOBE. SATURDAY, AUGUST 23, 1879.

The “ Lyttelton Times” has taken to crowing somewhat before the Government are out of the wood with regard to Native affairs. By the resolute attitude and determination of the settlors Sir George Grey was forced into action, and tho Maoris were shown that they were not likely to have it all their own way. Our morning contemporary calmly appropriates for tho Government all tho credit resulting from the settlors’ lino of conduct. On Thursday last it said in a leader “that the settlement of the West Coast difficulties by recourse to the law is something that any Government might be proud of,” and it feels convinced that, after all, the Government “ have not made a mess of the Native difficulty.” Happy and guileless “ Lyttelton Times.” What little has been done in spite of the apathy of the Government it appropriates for the Ministry on Thursday. On Saturday, however, even that little is made to loot lamentably smaller, for its correspondent from Hawera sends the following telegram :“A passenger passing through the larger portion of the disturbed district met a large number of women, children, and old men, and heard that hut few able-bodied men returned from Parihaka. He also learned from a man who happened to be about the road at daybreak the other day that he saw a body of from thirty to seventy men going towards Parihaka with spades, picks, and large saws, and it is known they are going to throw up earthworks. Scarcely a Maori is to be seen about Hawera. The feeling in the district is one of great uneasiness and great anxiety as to the intentions of the Natives. It is felt that that the crisis must come sooner or later, and the sooner the better.” People on the spot are evidently not so jovial over their prospects as is our Gloucester street contemporary.

Although the enthusiasm of the members of the Association cooled somewhat before the fact that they would have to pay for admission into the Theatre Royal yesterday evening, and in consequence that surprising “ roll up ” of Sir George Grey’s devoted followers that one would have expected, seeing that they had been specially entreated by advertisement to attend, did not eventuate, yet the entertainment was a decided success. Master Salvador Parlato’s rendering of Conrad Schovello-hoosteroflenstein fairly brought down the house, and Master McLean’s dancing was done with a freedom and abandon evidently much appreciated by the audience. Misses Pox and Tnlloch looked uncommonly pretty, and acted with much vivacity. The aged Troubadour, in a balcony on the left of the stage, was very effective. His part certainly was limited, but his admirers declared that the thing could not, under the circumstances, have been done better. Grouped with the Postmaster-General and the President of the Reform Association, ho materially assisted the scenic effect. The severity of his stage dress was in happy contrast to the brightness of the costumes below. His pose was that of a finished actor, and the eye of the spectator glanced in involuntary approbation from the “ Pennsylvania Dutchman” to the Christchurch Candidate, and back again from to the Dutchman. The aged Troubadour occasionally, we fancy in accordance with our suggestion, moved his hands in dumb show over his own fiddle and murmured a soft melody into the ear of the President of the Reform Association, hut that was all, and the words were unfortunately naudible. No doubt, however, they wore well turned and equal to the occasion. Messrs Hayman and Hiscoeks were, we understand, much pleased with tho manner in which the aged Troubadour carried out his part of the programme, and the latter was cheered by a select circle on his departure for his hotel.