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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XIII, Issue 19, 22 January 1878, Page 2

The first half-yearly meeting of the Wellington Working Men's Club was held last week, when the Secretary's report was read, showing that success had so far attended the institution. The balance sheet showed the assets of the Club to be £C 4 in excess of its liabilities. Mr Rees addressed the Auckland City EasD electors the other night. He reviewed the events of the session, but the only important part of his speech was that in which he spoke of his resignation. He said he found his private interests and political duties clashed, and he must either resign his seat or give up his private prectice. He was removing to another district, and he left it to his constituents to decide whether he ought to resign or not. A vote of confidence was passed, and the feeling of the meeting was decidedly apposed to his resignation. His Honor Mr Justice Richmond and Mr Barton (sayß the Wellington Argus') had some warm words in Court this morning during the hearing of the case Gillon v. Macdonald. It would be more proper to say, however, that the warmth was on Mr Barton's side. Judge Richmond speaking without excitement, and after some preliminary passes, saying that if Mr Barton would make himself a common nuisance in the Court he (the Judge) would have to put him down. To which Mr Barton replied " I don't think your Honor will be able." The Hon. Mr Sheehan received the following letter on Thursday from King Tawhiao : — " To you, the parent of those who are dead, this ia niy letter to you. I have written to you and telegraphed to you before, but you have not listened to what I have said. I hear you left for Wellington without coming to see me, and I now ask you again to come and see me, that we may Bettie the affairs of ttis island. I will remain here until the lattev day of this month. This is sufficient." Among the camp-followers of he Turkish army is an old shrivelled Indian from the Punjab, who follows the Comniander-in-Chier wherever he goes, with a double-headed axe over his shoulder — a weird, old man, wiry and lithe, whose long grey lobks hang to his waist, and who flourishes his axe and chants " Allah 1" whenever the advance is sounded. Where he lives no one knows.