WHISPERINGS OF THE NIGHT.

Patea Mail, 14 January 1882, Page 3

WHISPERINGS OF THE NIGHT.

(By Nightingale.)

Herr Wilhelrnj is not to appear in Wanganui, nor yet in Patea ; but although the great maestro is not to delight our ears, is this sufficient reason for the combined and hideous medley of sound which attacked m3 7 ears the other evening, and made discord doubty doleful ? I own to admiration for the muse, of melody, but when a banjo plays “ Nancy Lee” as an accompaniment to “ Pour out the Rhine wine,” each air being executed within different houses, and in different keys, and enlivened meanwhile by strains from a hunting cantata ; then, oh then, is imitation carried too far. Wilhelmj never could have dreamt of laying the foundation for a theme so Protean. I stayed no longer. I l< awa3*ed, away'ed.” Whilst on the way methinks I caught the words “ Cheer up, Will : hit his eye !” and I wonder why Will didn’t. It must be very trying the gentleman who passes so much time watching the new and gorgeous building which is rapidly taking shape in the centre of the town. The steady gaze which the building so stolidly receives is really lost on it, the assurance of the gazer is completely thrown a\vay, whilst the only gain should be a stiff neck. There is a rumour of a lecture to be given by a.local auctioneer (who does not appear to be responsible for the exuberance of his own verbosity). The subject I understand is the humble “ spud.” Is the report true that a baby show will be held about the latter end o£ the year, and that numerous entries have already been received ; Storeyville being heavily represented ? ' What ghastly tragedy is this being represented each moonlight evening on that solitary hill-top above Jackson’s lake (?) There, with “ bated breath and whispering humbleness,” and with straining eye, I see a sort of spectre glide from a shadowy doorway in the middle distance, the form clad in dusky apparel, and with tragic mein advancing rapier in hand to attack an adversary ! What follows ?