THE REV. CANON STOWELL'S ADDRESS ON NEW ZEALAND.

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume II, Issue 38, 20 March 1862, Page 6 (Supplement)

THE REV. CANON STOWELL'S ADDRESS ON NEW ZEALAND.

Delivered before a meet Lit/ of Urn Doii'/las Branch . °f ii:e Isi< ‘ of Man Auxiliary to the Church Missi or ary Pooh I//. Fsujj s.— 1 ray don 1 imagine New Zealand a cannibal den, 1 is a ‘“living epistle io be rend by all mend’ Iho [.a said cv vy day nal ives rebels are turning. Jiming oxen mid mutton, ami good homesteads burning. •'o doubt yon rc astonished after wind we have (old you, *ind prooahly think the Church Mission had sold you. l ake my word it s all bosh, or Editor's pranks \ou mii. i not ho Immhugg'd, clear old ladies of Manx. lu’om these crucd mis-stateineufs you're led tosnpXcw Zealand a thorn is, instead of a rose. [pose But, pray, don't believe this absurd impropriety—- , Tis the “ gem in the crown of tlie Mission Society,” And the work’s going on at a stunning good-pace, There's no doubt wc‘ll soon christianize all this clear race. Aiy statements are facts, deny them who can, You must not. ho hmnbugg'cl, clear old ladies of Man. But the good work proceeds in Now Zealand indeed, They have quite given up their old missionary feed And cv’n in their war there remains not a trace Of t reach ry or blood ’mongst this beautiful race. And the way the}' look out that wo come to no harms, Is a standing reproof to our own British arms. This is true cv’ry word, and deny it who can, Bor these Alaories arc gems, dear old ladies of Man. Then who brought on this war ? Why the settlers of course — They destroyed them on foot, and pursued them on horse—- “ Hewed them up - ’ “ cut them down” over mountains and bogs—• They were shot like wild beasts, or else hunted like clogs ; And the settlors, the scum of the whole British nation, Did theip murders “to make way for civilization.” From their pahs and their tchares the poor Maoris ran, ’Tis a genuine fact, clear old ladies of Alan. It is shocking to think civilization should bo By these vagabond .settlors taken over the sea From the whites of your eyes, friend, I see your condition, When yon hoar (hose “ olf-scourings” have fiddled our mission. Well! Jlist fork out the browns from your worldly store, And well see if we can’t make all square as before. Without stumping the Rhino, do all that you can. Why v.'c’ll never convert them, old teamen of Alan. (Great applause, loud, and continued, sec Manx Sun, Jor. 2nd, ISSI.) a. ay