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The Kaikoura Star

§ Only a Swagger (N. Z. War Cry.) [Whislt driving to an outpost one Sunday night, our horse shied at an object by the roadside, which turned out to be a very old man resting on his swag. With a look of blank, hopeless, despair on bis face, on this beautiful Sabbath evening, just as the people in other places were going to church, there sat this grey-haired old man, alone, miles away from any human habitation. A remark, overheard, that he was “ Only a Swagger,” sent me off into rhyme. T.T.] Only a swagger, for whom no one cares, Who gets little kindness and nobody’s prayers ; Homeless and friendless and Christless is he, An unsightly blot on this fair Colony. The children are bushed as he passes by, And quickly to mother for refuge they fly ; But, mother, you know not what yet mav betide That fair darling boy who clings to your side. Only a swagger! yet some good mother’s son— A saddening picture of what sin has done ; And his heart-broken mother across the deep sea Sheds many a tear when she bends her knee In prayer for the wanderer who’s caused her pain, And “ hopes against hope ” that he’ll come back again. Only a swagger! who cares if he dies ? No gravestone will mark the spot where he lies. Only a swagger 1 But does no one care ? Yes, Jesus is waiting his burdens to bear ; He died for the swagger to save him from sin, But few will endeavour the lost ones to win. Say, comrades, Salvationists, we ought to care. And always remember the outcast in prayer. The Blood of the Lamb can cleanse all the past, And gain him an entrance to Heaven at last. Captain Tilbkook.

Shipwrecked in the North.

A sealing brig, immersed in the densest fog and driven by the gale, was running down a narrow lane or opening m the ice, when the sound of breakers ahead and the crash of the bows upon a reef came in the same moment. The crew sprang overboard upon the heaving ice field, and almost immediately saw their strong and beautiful vessel sink into the ocean. The adventure is related in ‘After Icebergs with a Painter.’

Without food or extra clothing the 40 men were remote from all help. To the West lay the precipitous shores of Cape Banavista, and for this, the nearest land, in single file, with Captain Knight at their head, the men commenced at sunset their dreadful and almost hopeless march. All night, without refreshment or rest, they went stumbling and plunging on their perilous way, now and then sinking into the slush between the ice cakes, and having to be drawn out by their companions. But for their leader and a few other bold spirits, the party would have sunk down with fatigue and despair, and perished. At daybreak they were still on the roiling ice fields, beclouded with fog, and with nothing in prospect but the terrible cape and its solitary chance of deliverance. Thirsty, famished, and worn, they toiled on, more and more slowly, all the morning, all the forenoon, all the afternoon; and then bewildered and lost in a dreadful cloud travelling along parallel with the coast, the poor fellows passed the cape without knowing it.

The captain looked back from time to time on the worn-out and suffering line of men, the last of them scarcely visible in the mist, and a thrill of discouragement passed over him. Unless there was some change in their prospects he knew that few of them would live out another night on the ice. They had shouted until they were hoarse

and looked into the endless gray until they had no heart for looking longer. Suddenly, just before sundown, they came to a vessel. A few rods to the right or left, and they must have missed it. *We were led by the hand of Providence,’ said Captain Knight, in telling - the story.

Curiosities of Taste.

The sense of taste in human beings has been divided into four classes, sweet, bitter, salt, and acid. These four classes, with their combinations, produce all the delicious sensations that we ascribe to taste, as well as all the disagreeable impressions of that sense.

But the tongue is not equally sensitive in all parts to those sensations. Indeed it has been shown that different tastes result from the same stimulus when applied to different places on the tongue. The tip of the tongue, for instance, is more sensitive to sweet and to acid tastes, while it is far less capable of perceiving a bitter taste than any other part of the organ. Some persons are unable to perceive any bitter taste when quinine is applied only to the tip of the tongue. At the back of the tongue the bitterness of the drug is perceived at once. An explanation of the curious selective powers exhibited by the tongue is that a variety of nerve fibres are present in that organ, each kind being sensitive only to one of the four principal classes of taste. These nerve fibres are distributed in varying numbers over different parts of the tongue. At the tip, for instance, the nerves which are sensitive to sweet and acid stimuli are most numerous, and accordingly in that locality those tastes are the ones most readily perceived. At the back of the tongue, on the other hand, the nerve fibres concerned in the perception of bitterness, prevail over the others.

A singular proof of the fact that on particular parts of the tongue one sort of nerve fibres may overpower and mask the effect of anothr sort is furnished by placing sulphate of magnesia on the back of the tongue. At first only a strong bitter taste is perceived, but when the nerves producing the bitter taste are paralysed, as they may be by the application of the drug called gymnema, without effecting the other nerves, then a slight acid taste becomes evident.

Thus even our slightest sensations of pleasure or pain are the result of a complicated system of nerve fibres and nerve endings, and while we can begin to perceive that certain nerves possess certain impressions and not to others, yet the cause of these differences remains to be discovered. Man has only fairly begun to carry out the old precept ‘ Know thyself.’

Graduated Appellations.

When she was introduced to him she called him Mr Gildersleeve.

After she was acquainted with him ‘ Charles ’ was the usual term.

When they became engaged she addressed him as ‘ Charlie.’

As the engagement progressed he became ‘ dear.’

Just before the wedding she called him ‘ dearest.'

During the honeymoon she called him ‘ darling,’ To her friends she alluded to ‘Mr Gildersleeve.’

One year after marriage she called him ‘ Say you,’ while in speaking of him he was ‘ that husband of mine.’

‘ An Anarchist Prince ’ ought to be a curious sort of person. Sicily rejoices, it seems, in a prince whose name is Bussina, who holds those extraordinary opinions, fie is a millionaire, and was regarded as a determined Anarchist eight years ago. Four years ago he openly joined the Socialists, and now Italian justice has been compelled to order his palace to be searched without even omitting the apartments of the Princess.

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Kaikoura Star, Volume XIV, Issue 738, 15 May 1894, Page 2

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The Kaikoura Star Kaikoura Star, Volume XIV, Issue 738, 15 May 1894, Page 2

The Kaikoura Star Kaikoura Star, Volume XIV, Issue 738, 15 May 1894, Page 2

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