A COMPLAINT.

New Zealand Times, Volume XXX, Issue 4562, 3 November 1875, Page 2

A COMPLAINT.

TO THE EDITOR OF THK NEW ZfiA.LA.VD TIMES. Sib,—l am an umble individual vat dtavells nut a swag, vicli vonce übon a dime, not dree veeks ago, I dakes mit mo zo var nsh rat you call de Bnckrattie, vich ish sphelt diffrant, but all de same in de bronunsheation. Onmyvaylbutsupatvonotelverededucker vas only zo-zo, and do scharges vere mooch zo. Ven de ped dime combs rount I shay to de man, vot ish de Bublican, "Vat you gif me for ped?" He outs von cantle in mine ant, nnt lie shay, " Vollow me," vich I dit like von lamp vat goes to de slaughter. I vash left rait a small ped in a large room, vich I durns de plankcts town for I turn in. Donner unt Blitzen .' it be no vit vor von hog-sty sow pig vor to shleep in. De vat you call sheets vas not; de countorblano vas not; notting vas, but von derty vite planket, nut stains of plackncss vich it look like von door-mat, vat you vipe mit your feet. Do ped-tick vas ash it vas stuffed mit proom hantlcs ant olt vigs, all rips, pumps unt hollows. It vas von coult night. I shutter, unt shiver mit shake vere mooch. Mr. Jiditer, vouce I vas a shcntlcmen in mine own country, de country of de great Hishmarke, unt I know vat is fit for a Christian, ant vat for a sow pig. Put vat could Ito ? I durns in I lays uo unt town do proom hantles unt de olt vigs ; do iron ribs of de ped fraternising mit dem unt sticking into mine body. I veels vere lonly nnt zorrowfull. Py unt pi I veels spmedinks else. I vas no more lonly. I fell dem lirallmg—kralung. I dinks dey combs in dousauds. I skratch unt skratch, unt I Jswei-e dunner und blitzen a hunner dimes unt more • still dey comb. Hemmel 1 I shomp out and lit von cantle. I look. I see dem shompiug about like der yong elephant in do African forest, zo pig, mine vort. I goes town on mine knees. I brays for dom. I brays for de Bublican. I brays for ebery ting. I zay to minezelf I vill but dis in de baper : de vortd shall know vat I suffer in dis houso. Don I mum m again like von Spartan or von Bislimarke, unt I shay to de fleas, "Cut avay! py unt py I haf mine revenge on do bublican unt bott." Zo doy haf 1 1 out of 1110 till morninks. I see de bublican, unt I dakes him te mine pedroom, nnt I zay to him "Vat you call dis von ped vit vor von christian J Hosay \ats do matter?" I dunder out, "Yo see de filth, de no cloths, de hills, dehollows, do fleas ! unt I show him dem shomping apout like kangaroo In de oporivinal forest. "Data do mattor," I zaj*. 'YouyonswinRler I say; "I rebort you in de bapers. He look; ho laugh mit a anoer; ho say, •' I see blenty like you ; rebort unt pa tampt!" Dat ish all mine zatisfaction from him. I bray you, Mr. Editor, give mo zatisfaction, unt bnblish dis letter from me. Whelem Vartman.