A “GRAVE” STORY.
In the days when two or three regiments of Imperial troops were stationed at Tanranga (says the Auckland “ Star ") there resided in the township a storekeeper who was a great worshipper at the shrine of Bacchus. He was what seme people would call an “ unlucky dog,” being to some Joxtent unsuccessful in all his transactions, and he invariably exclaimed, when he had a reverse of fortune, “ Confound it; just like my luck,” Well, one evening he had taken much more than was good for him, and whilst staggering along the cemetery grounds, through which he had to pass before reaching home, he fell into a newly-made grave, and there went off to sleep. At five o’clock in the morning he was suddenly awakened by the bugle sounding the reveille. Opening his eyes and looking round, he perceived that be was in a grave, and thinking he had died and been buried, he exclaimed, “ Confound it; just like my usual luck. I’ve been and missed the Eesurroction!” The incident is a true one, and a person now resident at the Thames was passing at the time the tipsiologist was thus soliloquising.
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Globe, Volume XXII, Issue 2097, 12 November 1880, Page 3
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