CORRESPONDENCE.

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume II, Issue 28, 9 January 1862, Page 3

CORRESPONDENCE.

To the Editor of the Eaivhe's Bay Times.

Sik, —“ Pity the sorrows of a poor old pump /” I’m an ill-used individual, and if you’ll allow me to express my wrongs in your columns, I sincerely hope your shadow will never grow less. I live nearly opposite to a Public House, but I honestly tell you that although I have had a great drain upon me ever since I was born, I’ve never had a nobler to keep up my strength. I’ve been lately suffering from what Doctors would call “ atrophy of the internals.” I believe I’ve another disease: I fancy I’m troubled with mice, but as I’ve got no eye and as there’s no speculum in the neighborhood, I’m not quite sure about this matter. Folks say that I’m the most useful thing that the old Superintendent ever got made, but as L. m a modest sort of a uniped, I sha’nt say more about it. However, I sha’nt last much longer if I’m not attended to. I’ll first tel! you how I’m served. First of all there’s a lot of horses ; —you can’t think how much they can drink this hot weather. I don’t think they’ve any consciences, for they drink away without the slightest regard to my feelings. And then there’s all the folks iu the neighborhood they’re always using me, and your devil, he comes. Sir, and uncommon strong he is of his size ; —well, Sir, he gets hold of the only arm I have, and if he doesn’t astonish me it’s a caution to pumps; and then, Sir, there’s them Odd Fellows (riim fellows they are.) They came one night to a big room near my residence, and after spinning and whirling about at a tremendous rate, just like anything, sir, they have tea and coffee. Now, it all comes out of me. This state of things won’t last long. My constitution can’t stand it. And then there’s the hot weather, —it’s come. Just fancy last Sunday: —How can one pump stand such a day as that ? And then there’s Mr. Donaldson, and the teetotalers, they’ll be coming, sir, and that’ll be a pretty go for me. Every body turning teetotalers, and only me and two brothers, about a mile away from me, to keep ’em going. There was some talk about getting water from the Tutaekuri. Shouldn’t I like to see it! But it was all talk. It won’t be done this generation. The scheme read well. You would only have to catch the water, and put it on a hill or some high place, until it was wanted. Simplest kind of thing in the world, sir, but in the meantime I shall suffer, and so will the public, if you don’t get some more recruits to relive a good servant like the Pump opposite Sutton’s,