HAWERA.

Patea Mail, Volume IV, Issue 330, 15 June 1878, Page 2

HAWERA.

(from our own correspondent.) Unlike your Waverley correspondent, who pleads scarcity of runaway horses, suicides, and twins, as an excuse for the scanty news contained in his letter—l, alas, can claim no such plea, as the latter event, with all its overwhelming consequences, befell your unfortunate Own on Monday last. Over its harrowing details we will draw a veil, and should my pen ramble, and betray a disordered imagination, in your great sympathy for ray unfortunate position you will no doubt find me an ample excuse. Land, land—the mania is still increasing ; but, unlike some crows of ill

omen, who shake their heads dolefully, and prophecy a speedy fall, my conviction is that in place of land being at present over-valued, it is as yet far from its real value, and to what it will ere long attain; Those who have the means and opportunity of purchasing, and are desirous of settling on land, are foolish to wait in anticipation of a fall, as they will find, should the 'Waimate Plains be shortly opened, that it will attain a higher price per acre than is now asked for improved land—but nous verrons , as we say in Arabia..

A change in the weather has takenplace, and gardening operations now claim our attention. I have commenced sowing my garden with needles and ■ thread. I have also made beds of mattresses, with top dressing of blanket, and tried the experiment of putting the saddle on the horse reddish. I lately purchased a bicycle and started practice. I returned home in two hours, minus the right leg of ray trousers, and the top of one of my fingers. Oar Doctor is shortly . leaving The scarcity of firewood this winter has been greatly felt, but it will be more so, now that we are losing onr Cole. It was rumoured that Dr Warren will officiate in his stead, but I can’t warrant it as true. The foregoing show’s the deplorable state into which my unfortunate calamity has brought me, but will essay one last attempt ere I throw up

the pen,in despair. The Hawcra fancy bazaar has lately received a largo supply of new goods, with variety to suit all classes, and the proprietress Mrs Basche, invites all bashful youths and maidens desirous of making oach'other suitable, presents, to pay her a visit, as she considers her articles the Bas-che in the town. I’ll try no more, my brain itmatjly whirls— A racking pain, a pricking as of pins, A fearful cry salutes my aching ears, Farewell, my duty calls mo to my twins.