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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume III, Issue 132, 24 July 1863, Page 3

Steam Ploughs for New Zealand.— Most of our readers are aware that some time ago Mr. Redwood sent home to England for one of Messrs. Fowlers steam ploughs, containing all the latest improvements. This advanced agricultural implement is, we believe, now on its way out to this province, whence it will be transhipped for the Wairau, where Mr. Redwood possesses a tine tract of perfectly flat land, every way adapted for working by the steam plough. This plough of Mr. Redwood’s is, we believe, the first of the kind winch shall cross the line, and the enterprising outlay thus made is not the onty instance of steam plough purchase for the colony of New Zealand. A correspondent in Edinburgh writes us saying that “ Mr. Holmes, a largo landholder in the Province of Otago, is at present in Scotland buying cattle from our best Scottish breeders, to send out to New Zealand. He has paid high prices for well-bred animals, and we are informed will pay a long price per head for the passage money of each animal. The same gentleman intends taking out with him two steam ploughs of Fowler’s manufacture.” An American Description of the Marriage of the Prince of Wales. —The Prince’s wedding in London was a more sanguinary affair than at first appeared. We learn now that seven women were crushed to death by the mob, and upwards of one hundred persons had their limbs broken. This in London alone. Probably in other cities of the islands, where the excitement seems to have been nearly as great, there were enough killed to make up a hundred, and the wounded doubtless count by thousands. This makes a respectable hecatomb for the occasion; but it was not enough. In Cork—and in how many other Irish cities we know not—riots were got up, and the streets had to be several times cleared at the point of the bayonet. In London the breakdown of the police is described as complete, and the “ fierce-looking chargers” upon whom the press love to descant, had hard work to prevent a general tumult. In England an ocean of bad beer was drank, and in Scotland and Ireland seas of usquebaugh, and the amount of drunkenness seems to have been frightful. Had it occurred on this side of the Atlantic, the English press would have dilated upon the affair as an unparalleled scene of killing, maiming, and fighting, of yelling, drunkenness, and madness. It was well for the women of England and the peace of the kingdom that there are no more Princes of Wales to wed. —New York Times. A Recipe for Burns. —Take chalk and linseed or common olive oil, and mix them in such proportion as will produce a compound as thick as thin honey; then add vinegar

so as to reduce it to the thickness of treacle, apply with a soft brush or feather, and renew the application from time to time. Each renewal brings fresh relief, and a most grateful coolness. If the injury is severe, especially if it involve the chest, give ten drops of laudanum to an adult, and repeat it in an hour, and again a third time. To a child of ten years give in like manner only three drops ; and beware of giving any to an infant. This plan, with an interval stimulant according to age, as brandy or sal volatile, or both, should be at once adopted, and there need be no impatience for the arrival of the often distant doctor. —Lyttelton Times, June 17. Considerable interest appears to have been excited in scientific circles in England by the reported discovery of living traces of the Moa in this island. A Mr. Webber of Tunbridge Wells writes as follows to the Evening Mail on this subject:— “In your impression of this evening, I see in your Australian intelligence that a party of explorers travelling to the West Coast of New Zealand have found traces of the above-named bird, which load them to believe that the bird is not, as is commonly supposed, extinct. Your correspondent also adds that he is not aware of any enemy capable of having exterminated it. Now, in New Zealand, especially in that dense bush which covers the greater part of the West Coast of the Middle Island, bush fires, (supposed to bo occasioned by the friction of the boughs of trees which grow very close to each other) are constantly occurring, and the commonly received opinion in New Zealand is that by these fires the Moa has been burnt out. In fact, to a certain extent the Maori legends bear this out. They say that before the depopulation of the Middle Island by Te Eauparaha & Co., the whole of the vast extent of country known as the Canterbury plains was bush, and that they burnt it all on account of the misbehaviour of the Moa, who, they say, used to carry away the children and devour them. Be this as it may, certain it is, that pieces of timber have been found a very small distance from the surface on the plains, which bore unmistakeable evidence of having flourished at no very distant date. I may add that all the remains of Moas which I have seen in New Zaland bore traces of having been subjected to the action of fire.” A Visit to Eomxson Ceusoe’s Island. —The following interesting information is derived from the San Francisco Times : —While the ship Golden Rocket was on her last passage frprn Boston to San Francisco, Captain llendleton determined to stop at the island of San Juan Fernandez to to take in water. On the 24th of March ho arrived in the Bay of St. Joseph and anchored on the opposite side from that on which Eobinson Crusoe (Alex. Selkirk, ‘the exile Scotchman) lived. The casks were taken on shore ; and while the crew were at work, the passengers, among whom were fifty ladies, rambled about in different directions. The island is twenty-five miles long by four in breadth. The land is very high, risingin ragged, precipitous peaks ; one, called Tunkcue, 3,500 feet above the level of the sea. The peaks are generally overhung with clouds. The valleys are exceedingly fertile, the grass growing to the height of 6or 8 feet high. Figs, strawberries, peaches, and cherries abound in their season. The Golden Rocket was there in the season of peaches, and the valleys and hillsides were full of trees loaded down with delicious fruit. Strawberries flourish in December and January. There are there remarkable caves in the sides of the hill facing the harbor, about 30 feet in length, 23 in width. The inhabitants number but fourteen, of whom Messrs. Day and Kirkaldie, from Valparaiso, are the chief persons. They have been appointed overseers of the Island by the Chilian Government. An immense number of goats are running wild over the island, and an abundance of fish is taken on the coast.— Daily Southern Cross, June, 26.

Extremes Meet. —There is a story told respecting an interview between two Presbyterian ministers, which aptly illustrates a very common tendency of our nature—our proneness to overlook the value of blessings which we constantly enjoy. They met at a gathering of presbytery, and one of them said to his companion, “ I have great reason for thankfulness to day, for, as I was coming along the road, my horse stumbled at the most dangerous point of a preciptous path, and very little more would have clashed him and me to the bottom.” • “And I,” rejoined his companion, “have still greater reason for thankfulness ; for I, too, came along that road to day, and my horse did not stumble.” Wo at once feel the truth of this, and yet our ordinary mode of looking at even is such, that it is only when we are in danger of losing our blessings, or we see them sharply contrasted with their absence, thet we are thoroughly alive to their value.— Rev. Mr. Spence. Striking effect of a Strike. —A Boston contemporary says he finds among his exchanges the following paragraph :—“ Ti{c printers aao ou A gtrr\[e jor hiSlier waGk'S, We H p vo OoucLuderf tQ sEt o~r o£ n ?Ypes iu fidUro; li 'S eAs S. eNoutfh.” “ There’s Many a Slip .’’—Owing to the recent storms and gales, a large piece of Shakespeare’s Cliff, near Dover, walked its chalks into the sea one night. Cliffs, however, are not the only things that slip off to sea quietly by night at this night at this part of the coast. But, in this ease, it was friability, not liability, which led to the land’scape.—Ftm. A young lady who is better acquainted with French than farming was recently married to a farmer. In examining her new domains, she one day visited the cow'-house, when she thus interrogated the milkmaid, “By-the-by, Mary, which of these cows it is that gives the buttermilk?”

A duel was fought in Mississippi lately by S. K - Knott and A. W, Shott. The result was, Knott was shot, and Shott was not. In those circumstances we would have rather have been Shott than Knott.

If a man marry a shrew, are we to suppose he is shrewd ?