EXPORT OF GOLD.

Globe, Volume XXIII, Issue 2237, 29 April 1881, Page 3

EXPORT OF GOLD.

[f?BBSa ASSOCIATION TELBOEAM.] WELLINGTON April 28. The following is a comparative return of the quantity and value of gold entered for export for the quarter ending 31st March, 1881 ozs. Value.

POETRY.

IN THE OLD OHUROH TOWER. In tho old ohuroh tower Hangs the bell; And above it on the vane, In the sunshine and the rain, Out in gold St. Peter stands With the keys in his two hands, And all is well. In the old church tower Hangs the bell; Yon can hear its groat heart beat. Ah ! so loud, and mild, and sweet, As the parson says his prayer Over happy lovers there, While all is well! In the old church tower Hangs the bell; Deep and solemn. Hark ! again ; Ah ! what passion and what pain! With her hands upon her breast, Some poor soul has gone to rest Where all is well! In the old church tower Hangs the bell— A quaint friend that seems to know All our joy and all uur woe ; It is glad when wo are wed, It is sad when we are dead, And all is well. T. B. Aldrich THE STORY OF THE GATE. Across tho pathway, myrtle fringed, Under tho maple, it was hinged— The little wooden gate ; ’Twas there, within tho quiet gloam, When I had strolled with Nellie home, I used to pause and wait.

Before I said to her good night, Yet loth to leave the winsome sprite Within the garden’e pale ; And there, the gate between us two, Wo’d linger, es all lovers do, And lean npon the rail.

And face to face, eyes close to eyes, Hands meeting hands in feigned surprise After a stealthy quest— So close I’d bend ere she’d retreat— That I’d grow drunken from the sweet Tuberose upon her breast.

We’d talk—in fitful style, I ween— With many a meeting glance between ' The tender words andlow ; We’d whisper some dear, sweet conceit, Some idle gossip we’d repeat; And then I’d move to go.

“ Good night,” I’d Bay ; “ Good night—good by! ” “ Good night ” —from her with half a sigh—- " Good night! ” “Good night!” And then— - ■ > , And then I do not go, but stand. Again lean on the railing, and— Begin it all again !

Ah ! that was many a day ago— That pleasant summer time—although The gate is standing yet: A little cranky, it may be, A little weather worn—like me Who never can forget!

The happy —" End ? ” My cynic friend, Pray save your sneers —there was no “ end.” Watch yonder chubby thing ! That is our youngest, hers and mine ; See bow he climbs, bis legs to twine About the gate and swing. —“ Scribner’s Magazine.”

Auckland ... 6,151 £23,779 Kelson 250 1000 West Ooaat 23,822 95,286 Otago 20,418 82,167 Total 50,641 202,233 Corresponding 1880 quarter 79,302 318,208