Hawke's Bay Times. Nullius addictus jurare in verba magistri. MONDAY, MARCH 23,1872.

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 19, Issue 1282, 25 March 1872, Page 2

Hawke's Bay Times. Nullius addictus jurare in verba magistri. MONDAY, MARCH 23,1872.

Jn the rifle match fired this morning "between the Napier JRitie Qiub and a Wellington team, the Jfapier men gained a decided victory, scoring GB6 points to, their opponents' 599.

There were no case* at the Resident Magistrate's Court this morning. The English Mail via California was due in Auckland to-day. The following conversation in the Auckland "police Court will show how the new s\mvebrok?rs! Act is evaded by persona dealing in mining shares :—Mr Brookfield ; You arc a sharebroker, I believe I —Witness :. Well, no, not a sharebroker. 1 am a share-dealer!— Mr Kees : Ah ! that is a distinction Perhaps it would not be easy to ray where was the difference. Ji is generally reported, with what truth we cannot say, that the proverbial coach-and-four is being driven through the new Act lately come into operaiion; and that not a lew share-dealers do not find themselves in a much worse portion than when they were doing the oldfashioned business at the Corner.

M. Joly, a distinguished member of the French Academy of Medicine, lias recently read a paper before that learned society,in, which he attributes the enervation of the nation, as evinced dicing the ]ate war, to the combined elfe<*t of alcohol and nicotine upon the national character. "Tobacco," say* Dr. Joly, *'■ although of only recent introduction, lias gained upon its older rival, Imitativeness and * moral contagion ' have d,o.ne their work, until the use of this, poison has penetrated everywhere-—has. enslaved the nation, caused personal and radical degeneracy, enervated the entire army, and made it slow ro. fight and powerless in. action. The use both pf spirits and tobacco has frightfully increased, and human, depravity could scarcely devise a worse compound, than the mixture of brandy and tobacco, which is the latest liquid novelty fttronised by Parisian sensualists. The VCncb cousin ne more tobacco tb.an any *>fc n.ation,"

A day of thanksgiving to celebrate the restoration to health of the Prince of Wales was generally observed in different portions of Australia. The " battle of the railways " (says the New Zealand Herald) is being fought in Hawke's Bay, and a similar battle is threatened in Taranaki, where the settler. 1 -' are not at all satisfied with the Government line. it is possible that Ministers are not averse to these little diversions, inasmuch as they may be pleaded as a reason for delays that otherwise could not be conveniently explained. The following graphic sketch of one of the phases of Auckland city life is from the Daily Southern Cross:—" Has any one threepence ? Going from door to door, through the streets of the city, may be seen a little barefooted girl, with but scant clothing to cover her tender nakedness. She has a basket large enough for herself and another to OO 9 1 huddle together in during the night, and the basket contains small paper ornaments, which she offers for sale. They are not very tastefully made, and are perhaps scarcely worth the two 01 three penny-pieces she asks for them, but they serve for the corner of some shelf or mantelpiece of a room, where neither will look any the worse for it. This young child is selling her poor wares to help to keep life and soul together of four children, all younger than herself, and a mother confined to her bed, sick nigh unto death. As the woman rests upon her hard and uneasy mat trass, she is painfully employed cutting out and fixing together these paper trifles; and her little daughter, the eldest of five—there is no father—goes into the streets to dispose of them. So that any one who buys of the child will have a pleasure far greater than feeling he is in possession of an ornament by the knowledge that he is con tributing in aid of a sick woman and her hungering lightly-clad little ones. If, then, we ask, ' Has any one threepence?' they will know, what we mean, and, we hope, act accordingly." The Melbourne Argus, in an article on the English news items by the last Suez mail, .-ays:—"Mr Farjeon, who commenced his career as a novelist in New Zealand, and who is proud, we are told, lo acknowledge himself an Australian, is proclaimed to be a genius of the first water —a man to whom publishers bow down. We must candidly admit that a perusal of this gentleman's works has not given us that high sense of his merits which appears to be entertained by a certain section of the British public, but still we will not quarrel with our friends at home in consequence of the estimation in which thev hold a returned colonist.*'

A gatherer of grain statistics in the province of Canterbury lias communicated some of his notes by the wayside to one of the Christchurch papers. The following is among his descriptions of the different classes of settlers upon whom he called :—" I go to another bouse. Yoa can see at a glance money has been laid out: there are all sorts of exploded iron implements lying about, good gates with no hinges, tied up with flax ; I stumble over a perambulator without a wheel, and see the proprietor turning the corner. He is not as well dressed as when he went on, board ship, and a handsome gold watch and chain, with several charms and a locket, are the only reminiscences of the gentlemanly young a* ell who came out with money and no experience To any inquiries, he gays he really does not know. " Old So-and-so says there will be 30 bushels, but you know I didn't quite understand the machine. It had to go to the blacksmiths, and while it was being repaired the winds blew a lot out." He further tells me he thinks the country a • hole, and after harvest hell sell out and go somewhere else. I condole with him. We talk, and J find that , while his brothers are doing well at home, he, the ne'er-do-well of the iamily, is performing penance out here for the sake of the rest. J leave him cutting up tobacco, and looking dreamily at me as I ride away.

"■ Mr "D., if you'll have niy coat done on Saturday, I'll be for ever indebted to. you."—" If that's your game, it \YC,ia t bo done," replied. t.Ue t&ilor,.