SPECIAL TELEGRAM.

New Zealand Times, Volume XXXIII, Issue 5465, 2 October 1878, Page 3

SPECIAL TELEGRAM.

(From the Dunedin oatiuvUv Advertiser.) Lambton Kay, Wellington, 2Gth September. Bo the hokey, I’ve been bothered wid so many invitations to take tay wid me triads, since me return, that I’ve had no’time to sind yo the news. Mac an' raeailf an* a few more o’ the boys held a ICabinit eayanca a few nights ago, whin we had some important, inthercourse wid some illigant sperrits from the other ind of the earth (Mae calls thirn ould Heelin’ sperrits, "so I suppose they must be Jleelin madmens). I didn’t go to Johnny Martin’s ball, beakays I lint me white waistcoat to Misther Hurray, and me swallowtail to Billy Kowo. It was a grand affair intircly, so it was. ’Pon me conshinae, there's one •thing that bothers mesilf an” mo collaiges intirely, an’ it's this:—Whin we tuk.office we ixpicted to have the Opposition ranged in full fightiu* ordher foreuinst us, ready to oppose our ivery movement; but the dirty, low, mane spalpeens have lift us to ourselves, an’,, begovra, we’re gettiu' rusty for want av a ruction, so we are. Suro it’s not fair to lave us to quarrel among ourselves. How are we to fight the people’s battles if there's no one to thread on the tails av our coats ? How are wa to give vint to our beutif ul “Ethiopian” idays if there’s no one to privint us ? How the diekins are we to bu.ld our castles in the air if there's no one to pull thim down? That's what I want to know, so I do. Be the Hill o’ Hovvth it’s a inortial shame an’ injustice, so it is. I'll have a tinclher lamintntion fur your next issue, but in tbe mane time I jiisttolmned me harp to the followin’ simple pyme : IJVT ALONE. Air—“ Widow Malone.” Och why did they lave us alone, Ochono, Begorra we’re kilt be our own, Mavrone; We wanted to fight, And faix It’s not right To lave us the Govermint hone, Ochone, To pick be ourselves all alone. We vintod some lovely idays . To p aiso. Our stumpin’ filled all wid amaze, Bekays The people wor slaves To arrigint knaves Wo made thlm believe they should groan, Ochono. Bat now wo are lift all alone. We painted a beautiful scene, I weeu. The futchuro was covered wid She(h)en, So green. Be gorra they gazed At tho ca-tles we raised. But now they are all overthrown, Ochono. Och, but why did they lave us alone. Blue mouldy we wor to bo hate,. So nate, We'd like for to soften aitch pate, Complato. We msrshall’d our ranks In a mighty fllanx, Ixpectin’ we might have a thrate. But fate Lift us to our cronies’ decaiie ’Twas mane of those varmints who rose. Our foes. To keep us from coming to blows, Oar toes Are free from all thramps Av those dispotic scamps, The cons hadn’t pluck for the pros I s’pose. The eyes ware too much for the nose. Paddy Muarnr.