to the Heditor of the Nu Zeland Spektator.

New Zealand Spectator and Cook's Strait Guardian, Volume I, Issue 37, 21 June 1845, Page 3

to the Heditor of the Nu Zeland Spektator.

Ma. Heditob, —■»Ant it a burning shame that ere Guvenor of ourn shuld get up on his perch at Awkland and cry cold wittels of this hear place becos we wont go and liv with him at his rookery. I'm blest if we seen any outskirts* has he calld em ever since I've been here, xeept a long sulky looking cove with a black bengamin what the gentlemen called simple Simon, and another who looked has if he ad robbd the Bank and put the Swag in his tater trap, they calld Foursides, and now a week ago they styled Shortelegs the native partaker, and all of em wanted tb kid us to go away. Now, if the genelmen don't like to dirty there mawleys by having a shy hat the Guvenor only let me katch him, and Im blest if I don't giv him summat for nuffen and no gamon. —Mister Heditor, your humble servt., Sam Weller. Bitten at Wongonewy, May 26, 1845. Poscrip. —Has for Master Heal, if he can't teR lies i its a pity, and I'd jist adwise him to cure himself o' J that here perpensity. I think I knows the chap, a feller o that ere name carried out the old vomans beer afore old Weller had "her, and went out in some sort of a Guvernment sitivation to a place beginning with Nu summut or other. * Query, outcasts ? —Printer's Devil.