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FOR SALE, EX "IONARCH/f "1 i) PURE BRED SAXONY ANB ±A FRENCH MERINO RAMS. 550 Fine woolled Merino Ewes in good condition, and warranted free from disease. 50 Two and three year old superior Heifers. I Pure, Short Horn Bull, imported from England. 12 Brood Mares, 4 and 5 years old. 1 Entire Pony. To be seen at Akaroa, together with certificates of sheep, samples of the wool, and pedigrees of horses and bull, upon application to"', Mr. Henry Smith. NOTICE. rpHE price of Advertisements in this Paper J- is threepence a line for the first insertion, and a penny a line for every subsequent one. All communications to the Editor are requested to be addressed to the Office of the Lyttelton Times, Section 2, Norwich Quay, Lyttelton, where the Paper may be obtained. POETS' CORNER. A DAY-DREAM IN THE BUSH. An espeditionizing set, One day at Harewood forest met, Tired with a ten day's ramble ; Thore, in the lone surveyor's shed, Fancy beguiled one aching head With her fantastic gambols. For as I sat in reverie, Pleased with the place I came to see, Though I had many knocks fort; Imagination promptly drew From the materials in view A future for the town and University of Oxford. A wooden house, with shingle roof,. A ceiling almost waterproof, (If you from driplets stood aloof), Was the first view suggested. An open hearth—a crazy door— A chimney—and mud-trampled floor, And—luxury unheard before— Three real four-post bedsteads. All ranged around, a motley crew Of pannikins and pots a few, Adorned a sort of scaffold ; Two packing-cases and a log, A cupboard—all bereft of prog— A shelf of bottles—but no grog— My weary senses baffled. Item, a tripod pot for boiling— A big camp-oven, used for spoiling Good water and good meal; A saddle hanging on a peg— An old dismantled water-keg— Two stools all innocent of leg— And this was the coup d'ceil. Now for the moral—if we can :— Can any moralizing man This circumstantial picture scan Without a thought pathetic, That this unfurnished dirty state, May haply illustrate the fate Which does our colony await— The idea is prophetic. If wisdom from the first deny, Of solid roofing her supply, And ignorance attempt to try, The shingles of her smatter ; Stupidity's mud-trampled floor— Hypocrisy ill-plastered o'er— Aud prejudice's well-warped doorAre no unlikely matters. Till doomsday you are sure to see, Under our good bureaucracy, (And therefore here why should not we), The paunikins and bottlesOfficials, on their shelves—a row, Empty, and " wisely kept for shew," Our prog—and grog—arc sure to go All down their hungry throttles. The oilice-pot will ne'er be off, Boiling down common-sense to froth, Fitted for home consumption ; Oven ashes always on the burn, Cooking dispatches to a turn, For ministers at home to learn Our folly and presumption. Thus there remains for our poor selves The saddle and the empty shelves, The pot, —for all to go to; And this to my prophetic guze, An allegory dim pourtrays, Of what awaits our future days, Without a cluinge in toto. Oxford, N. Z., Jan. 1-1, 1851. 2.