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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XIV, Issue 54, 4 March 1879, Page 2

A Dunedin paper says : — " His Worship of South Dunedin is a fair-play-loving man. At the Harbor Board Election a few evenings ago, Messrs Froudfoot aud Brigdon, the candidates, were ties, and the civic Solon in the chair, iustead of giving his casting vote iv favor of the man whom he considered would make the beßt representative, took a penny from his pocket and tossed for it. " Heads for Froudfoot, aud tails for Bridgman; up goes the donkey," exclaimed Hrn Worship, as he twirled the coin in the air with a neat twist of the wrist, that would have raised the envious ire of any one of the little boys who play pitch-and-toss at our street corners. The coin went up, and Davey went down, for tails had it. His Worship smolc a sagacious smile, and mentally congratulated himself on his tact in proclaiming himself the candidates' mutual friend. Writing on the subject of the late dissension in the Cabinet in connection with Mr Luckie's appointment, the Chronicle says : — " The really important question is this : Shall the country be governed by a Constitutional Ministry, or by the despotic will of Sir George Grey ? The action of Sir George Grey in this matter savours of the most arbitrary despotism. He virtually says to his colleagues : — lf I choose to agree to a certain thing in Cabinet and afterwards change my mind, you must submit to my supreme will — no matter how much you stand committed to certain action -and stulify yourselves at my bidding." Men possessing self-respect and independence will hardly submit to such dictation." He Never Told His Snub.— " What," the young man nsked the young woman who was waiting for him to ask for his hat, " what do I put you in mind of ?" " A French clock," she said, softly. And pretty soon he arose and went on his way. The next morning he called upon an eminent horologist and asked him what was the distinguishine trait of a French clock. The horologist said, " Why, it never goea." And the young man was sorely cast down, and he grieved, and told no man of his hart. — Burlington Hawkeyt.