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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 14, Issue 725, 11 October 1869, Page 2

Statutes op the Colony.—We have to acknowledge the receipt from the General Government of the final instalment of the acts of last session, with the title-pageand concents; also the title-page and index to the fifth volume of the Parliamentary Debates.

New Zealand Mining Journal, —By the last mail from Auckland we received the first number of the New Zealand Mining Journal—a publication which will no doubt prove of great value as a work of reference to the class for which it is specially intended. The "Weather took up on Thursday last, and has continued fine ever since. Yesterday was oppressively warm, a strong N.W. wind prevailing throughout the afternoon. Thatcher's Auckland Songs.— We have not hitherto had space to notice Thatcher's little book of local songs which we received a week or two xinee from Auckland. The songs ai*e in his well-known style—all passing events being satirized in smart parodies of favorite song*, old and new, the titles and choruses of which

re travestied in a manner which is often -yery ludicrous. The book contains thirteen new songs, and an old Otago favorite, " The Old Dunedin Jail." "The Gold .Discovery in Hawke's Bay," a portion of which we quo:ed some time ago, is also in the book. The song which we consider the best, however, is a musical raedlev from winch we extract a few verses, entitled—

"THE MAORI CAPTIVES." Air— Irtish Washerwoman. You've hsard what a capture we made t'othep day. A hundred or more of the natives they say Came up and surrendered to great Major Noake, Who, between you and me, is a foolish old bloke; They haan't much maize left, they ran out of flour. Like Old Nick they were seeking what they could devour, The winter was on them, and full of alarms For their bellies, they came in and laid dow« their arms. Chorus. This war is a terrible nuisance I vow, We're taxed to find food for our murderers now, I think it is high time the whole blessed lot Were tried by court martial and instantly shot. *'*'* * * * * Ats— Td ckoote to be a Daisy. I'd choose, tp be a Maori, And live on Government flqur. Welt my foes when I'd the chance. And then their grub devour, And With my wife and children I'd then surrender there, Whilst the Government provided Good clothes and splendid fare. ******* Aiu — Gipsying. rn the days we used to feed 'em up, a long tima ago, They lived aboard the hu.lk In in the h.arbor here you know; And Krippner called them all his pets, and such a fuss be'# make, And would cry when overfeeding brought on thfl stomach ache; And Doctor >am, as medicine, would grog on them bestow, In the days we used to feed 'em up, a long tima ago. ******* Ala—The Queen's Letter. There came a tale to Auckland, From Poverty Bay below; It told how English women Were slaughtered by the foe. Their helpless offspring perished, None listened to their prayer; And there was grief in Auckland, And a wail of deep despair. Up rose our mighty Government. And sent ambassadors then; Go tell those nobie murderers. Those gentle Maori men, We'll feed 'em up and clothe 'em. Then let them go away, As a recompeuce for the slaughter At the plitfs and Poverty Hay !