THE PREMIER AND THE MAORI.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XIII, Issue 179, 26 July 1878, Page 4

THE PREMIER AND THE MAORI.

" Pfl^dyM-irphy" sends to tbe Saturday Advertiser the following clever skit upon the recent meeting between those two celebrities Sir George Grey and Rewi : — Waitara, June 27. Ton me eonshiose it's tnoighty disgUßtio' to havo to tell ye that nolhiu'xrf Importance bas heen done yit. Mesilf au' Sir George an* tbeMin.Hnrial party arrived safe an' 6ouc< *, Bu > begorra we recsyved a graud welkin, intirely.—a •ra!. ould genuine Cead Mille Failtke thot warmed tho cockles o' my heart. Bewi oame over the river yistberday to see us, and afiher we rubbed noses aud finished the keenin' or tangi, which is tonsidered tike, os the Maoris call it, or as we cay ent-a-cat, the horero began. Bewi squatted down on a few |sods o' turt on ihe otber side o* the fire-niace epos-it me an' Sir George* snd afther welting his whistle vM the iaste taste o' the craythur, the followin' important political discoorse tuk place, which I bave careful]? thranslated : Sir George . " The top o' the mornin' to ye J Begorra it's dirty weather, co ir is." Rewi ; " The came to you. Faix thin it's thrue for ye avick;bedad whiniver we come to Waitara there's always some throuble, bad luck to it." Sir George : " Pon mo conshinse, its blamin'you, Rewi asthore> that I am, for sure ye always bring bad weather wid you, so you do." Rswi : "Well, liud me a dhraw of your dhud>'po, George, ma bouehii, an' thin we'll come to business. That's a purty bit o' tabacky, Paddy, thank ye kindly." ' Sir George : " Well Rewi, my ould frbnd, I'd like to settle all our lit'le differences, before I kick the bucket ; <Ty« mind me no* - ." Rewi : "Is it kicking the bucket yer talkin' about. ? Bid cess to ihe bucket yell kick for the next twiniy years. Begorra you anil I are as tou->h as a pair o' ould ganders, and bo the vnrtue o' me oath, we're * all there' among the goslins yit," Sir George : "Oh friDd, Rewi, whin I'm put to bed wid a shovel, ye must come and have a tanyi over my grave, jist. for the sake o' ould times," Rewi : "Be tbe hokey, I wiil, with the greatest possible pleasure, I'll welt the turf over yp, me ould cock, to the tone o' 'Tatther Jack Welsh' j and if I'm turned off first you must promise to dance the ' Rambles o' Kitty,' an' make a bit o' divarehun over me grave." 'Ihe discoorae here tuk another turn, an' Rewi tuk another swig at the bottle, and cried, " Slautha, Paddy aroon," as he swallowed the contiots like mother's milk. Sir George : "Maybe ye've no objection to teli us what was the first ruction ye were in." Rewi : " Ocb, bad luck to the bit Shure we bate Misiber Thkamouna'd boys black nn' biue, so we did, divil scure to him," Sir Georga : " How many of your boys did hia mm kill?" Rewi : "'Pon me conshinse, I forget; but if me mimory survea me right, I ihiuk they ate one or two of onr gossoonß, an' kilt another intirely." The discooree then turned on fialmoo an' fish in gineral. Sir George : " I'm tould that ye've some illigant salmon up here." Rewi : "It's thrue for ye, but be the hokey the gudgeons here are hard to b--caught, an, it takes more than a pakyha sprat to catch a Maori mackerel. D'ye mind me now? Mr J. Jones (who wbb present) : , ' Shure the Government is thinking about bringin' over tho Murray cod to the Mokau. Bewi «• '"D'ye tell me so ? Ob, look at that now ! So the Government is going to thry an' cod us. Maybe tbeyM be aide to siDd us some soft soup at tbe Bfjme time to wash tbe scales Off." In the erenin', after tay, mesilf, an Bewi, an Sir George Grey danced a three-handed reel as a war dance, in native costchume, an' one or two purty little cbieltainesses would pursuit in tbrowin' sheep's eyea at me. Mind this is a saycrit that musin't raitch Mrß M.'s ears, or there'll be the divii's own ructions, au' I'd loße me kar-Hcter, so I would. I'll give ye full particulars in me nixt. Paddy Mcrpht.