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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XI, Issue 93, 6 April 1876, Page 4

r*—m*~-^~——*mmmmmm*mm**ammm*i*mmm****^~**m urn The weak point in our immigration system has been pointed out by a Rector in a letter to the London Times, who says: — " A year ago I went on board an emigrant ship off Gravesend, supposed to be taking out agrioultural laborers chiefly. I flatter myself, from having lived amongst them 25 years, I know an agricultural laborer when I see him, but I failed to get a glimpse of even a solitary specimen on board. There may have been some there, but I did not see them. I saw a great many others, and spoke to several, and they all hailed from London, and seemed to be men who bad never done outdoor work of any kind. I had some conversation with a mission chaplain who came on board, and he told me nearly half of the emigrants came from London and too large a proportion of them were unmitigated loafers, of whom we were well rid at home. Such men as these would hold strong language at an indignation meeting, but not care for rough agricultural work at even the highest wages." The Otago Dailtj Times procured a special telegraphic report of Sir Julius Vogel'd speech at Wanganui. It was the largest message eger sent through the telegraph in New Zealand, and consisted of 13,800 words. It took ten hours to transmit it. The. Timaru Herald states that an enormous flight, or rather two flights of mutton birds were observed on Friday from south to north along the coast. The first ohe commenced early in the forenoon, and must bave extended fully two miles in length bya quarter in breadth. In the afternoon a second flight was seen, whiob, though not so dense as the first, must have reached for some six or seven miles in length. The birds were all flying very close to the sea, the inner edge of tbe lines being only about a hundred yards from the breach. The Detroit Press is of opinion tbat you can't always believe what & roan says, any more than you can judge of his heart by the clothing he wears. The other night a policeman in the East-end grabbed a negro who came running down the street at full speed, panting like a wind broken horße, and the officer wanted to know why and wherefore the colored man was dusting around in that lively style at midnight's solemn hour. " Wile's sick — gwine for the doctor 1" Rasped tbe man. " Where do you live?" " Lemme go— • can't stop — she's mose dead I" was the answer; yet in spite of this tbe offioer pushed the African up against the fence, and t. search brought to light two chickens, a clothes-line, a hatchet, and a pair of boots, the same being the property of some other man.