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Kumara Times, Issue 1384, 9 March 1881, Page 2

It would appear as if dynamite was in more general use than we at first imagined as an agent for the destruction of the finny tribe in the Teremakau river, as a well-known angler yesterday, in landing what he supposed from the weight, would be a splendid fish, was most grievously disappointed to find instead a charge of dynamite with a long length of fuse attached at the end of his line. The fuse had evidently been fired but had not ignited the charge, which was intact, and was again for safety consigned to the river. We learn that there is every probability of the persons concerned in the late dynamite fishing transaction being called on to answer for such an act of wanton and needless destruction of fish in the Teremakau. The Australasian concludes an-obituary notice of the late Miss Florence Colville with the following touching appeal : “Let us think of her as a beautiful woman and a brilliant actress, and if, at a period when she was still beautiful and brilliant, there fell upon her a dark shadow, let us not seek to look into the darkness, but remember only the sunshine in which she once moved. And of this sunshine there was a very flood. The history of the Australian stage has no records pleasanter than those which set forth her successes, and if it seems to us that that the long career before her ended too soon, we may temper our regrets with the recollection that while the sunshine was upon her she used her rare talents with a devotion to her art that earned everyone’s praise. Let us water the flowers that are planted on her grave with the tears of pity and forgiveness.” A German in a Western town, who has not paid mu'-h attention to learning English, had a horse stolen from his barn the other night, whereupon he advertised as follows “Yon nite, dc oder day, ven I was ben awake in my shleep, I heare sometings, vat I tinks vas not yust right in my barn, an I out shumps to bed and runs mit the barn out; and ven I was dere coom I seez dat my pig gray iron mare he vas bin tide losse and run mid the staple off; and who efer will him back pring, I yust so much pay him as was bin kushtomary.” To those in search of merriment, visit S. S. Pollock’s, and obtain the great Irish song “The Babies in our Block,” or “Little Sally Waters”; price sixpence. [Advt.]