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Poverty Bay Standard, Volume I, Issue 49, 3 May 1873, Page 3

Here is a fragment of information worth knowing. The Sydney Morning Herald says : “ We were lately shown a new patent lining for saddles and collars, the value of which is (hat it not only prevents but cures sore backs in horses when used for saddle lining, and has the same effect on the shoulders when applied to their collars. It is a preparation of Indiarubber vulcanised and prepared so as to nearly represent a sponge, being perfectly porous. This sponge is used instead of the ordinary lining and stuffing, and from its great softness and elasticity it takes a perfectly even bearing and does not shift on the back, whilst its sponge-like qualities absorb the moisture and keep the back of the horse perfectly cool. Another great advantage is that, the Indiarubber being vulcanised, the saddle when moved from the annual’s back has only to be well sponged with water, and may then be dried by the fire or in the sun without injury to the materials, or after heavy use it may be well washed with hot water to remove the sweat. The patent lining is certainly a most invaluable discovery for stud-masters or stock-owners.” I am not aware that any of the patent lining has been introduced to this colony, but I think our saddlers might do worse than obtain some, and thus put the merits of the discovery to a practical test amongst us. A Negro’s Sermon on the Fall of Man. — Putman s Monthly has another copy of “Billy’s Sermon on the ‘ Creation and Fall of Man” Billy’s discourse ran thus: “ De Lord, when he built de world, sat down upon a bery nice garden. He had dis garden fenced in and dug up, den he plant it chock full ob fruit trees. -Den he take a lump ob clay, which he roll up between him two hands aud spit upon it; den he roll up more clay till he make it big as a nigger; dis he blow him bref On, an’ says ‘Adami’ Den Adam open him eyes, sneeze, an’ say ‘ Yoh!’ De Lord says to him, ‘ You stop here an’ mind my garden.’ So Adam dig up de garden ; but him feel bery lonely when him go home to him cabin at night, and he tell de Lord he nobody to speak to nor boil him damped, so de Lord one day send to the ’pothecary’s shop around de corner an’ buy two pennuth ob laudnum, which him gib to Adam; den Adam fall asleep sound —bery sound. When him in dis beauty sleep de Lord cut out one rib ; dis rib he take an’ he roll clay round it till he make it big as missus ; dis he blow on, an’ he sfly, ‘ Ebe!’ Missus Ebe she wake up, and de Lord he say, ‘ Bery much good!’ Den he kick Adam an’ say, ‘ Wake up, old’- oss!’ Adam, he get up rub him eyes, an’ when he see Mrs. Ebe he say ‘ Oh I’ De Lord say, ‘ Here Mrs. Ebe, your wife; you boff look after my garden.’ So tings go on lubly. One summer ebeniu’ Mrs. Ebe bery tired, she hab big wash dat- day, an’ she bery much tired, so she go" for walk. Goin’ . down delane .leadin, away from de garden) she meet a little old gemman in black, who says to her, ‘ Good ebenin, Mrs. Ebe; how you do dis ebenin?’ She say, ‘Good ebenin, Mr. Debbil; how you do ?’ ‘ Dem apples look bery nice on dis tree,’ says Mr. Debbil, ‘ dey good ?’ ‘ Dunno,’ says Mrs. Ebe, ‘ de Lord say we no touch dis apple of dem tree.* ‘You know why?’ Said Mr. Debbil, ‘No,’ said Mrs. Ebe; ‘ Well den,’ said Mr. Debbil, Dat bekaso dey his winter apples, and he want to hab em all put -away-for himself; jes you taste dem; you find dey best in all de garden. So Mrs. Ebe she take jes one, an’ she bite it, an’ she say/ Yah!. Adam, you tas’ dem apples?' So dey eat bery many of dem till dey git bery sleepy, an’ dey go to, sleep behind, de bush. Bime by de Lord came in de garden; he see lot ob de apples gone, an’ he called out ‘Adam! you ben eatin’ my apples, where be you an’ Mrs. Ebe ?’

Adam he sny, ‘ Here, behind dis bush.’ De Lord say, ‘ Come out den !’ Adam say, ‘We can’t come out.’ De Lord say, ‘ Why you no come out ?’ Adam say, ‘ Bekase we got no clothes on !’ So de Lord go behind de bush an’ kick dem out; he hab dem up to de garden wall, he take an’ toss dem boff ober de wall, an’ he tell dein ‘ Dere! Now yoil jes git out my garden you blackguards, au* git your own libben!’ ” “ Dat,” said Billy, with emphasis, “ Dat why we plant de sugar cane an’ gadder in de cotton crop in de brow ob our sweat, when, if Mrs. Ebe jes let alone de Lord’s apples, we have nuflin to do but jes strum de banjo an’ eat de corn cake till bed time.”