"TO BE OR NOT TO BE."

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume IV, Issue 235, 6 October 1869, Page 2

"TO BE OR NOT TO BE."

Nelson Electors, make your choice, Staunch, independent, give your voice (I don't mean you should make a noise Leave that to tipplers, fools, and boys) Vote for the man you deem the best, And leave to Providence the rest. In the late issues of the Press, Each of five gives you an address, Offering himself for your selection As " Super " at the next Election, You've had good men— you'll yet have more As good, chance better than before. - Just now not tied to Hobson's choice Return the best man and rejoice ! ! ! Craving your leave. I'll point my pen To give a slight sketch of the men, Their antecedents, claim?, pretensions, — Will credit all with "best intentions 1 " Our sketch must need be somewhat brief And first we'll con our present " chief" By courtesy " His Honor." Nor courtesy alone, but fact, His thoughts, his words, his every act Proclaim alike his honor. Some, on reviewing his career In office, tell you with a sneer His acts belied his promise, He has been neglectful or remiss — That he is too aristocratic Tor times and notions democratic — What e'er he is, what e'er he has been Mark well it is yet to be seen Whether or no Seek high, seek low, A better you can find, You think you can, Well — change your man And after change your mind. Another suitor for the berth Is certainly a man of worth, Clear-headed, shrewd, aye clever. You'll know him, he is classed A 1 — He'll carry on as he has begun Nor strike his colors ever — He'll do his bost, He'll stand the test, Nor threats noc »ffers e'er so fair Will make him deviate one hair Prom the straight line of duty — That's in these times a beauty ! Next hail from t'other side the bay An M.P.C., known ere to-day — A very worthy Member — To take the lead, or follow suit, Are widely different things in truth, And this he should remember. " Land of the West "—to our surprise You fain would place before our eyes A golden calf— your idol We're not disposed to worship — so If he's a fitting man, or no To enquire, it is idle. I pretty nearly had forgot To fire away my parting shot — God save the mark ! Your hope's forlorn If you've to build on James Pop. Horn The Super-structure provi-s unsteady When the head architect gets " heady " Bombastic, frothy, six-foot words Pall harmless like clowns' wooden swords. I've said my say, for worse or better ! Thus ends my would-be rhyming letter. Ekic.