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Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 213, 14 October 1874, Page 2

Thb New York World says the weight of a lady’s toilette, from her hair to her shoes, is eleven pounds, thirteen ounces, and seven drachms.

The Otago Daily Times views with great apprehension the number of unemployed who are now to be seen daily “ loafing ” about the streets of Dunedin. Petitions signed by more than 15,000 of the women of England were sent in to Mr. Gladstone and Mr. Disraeli in July last, praying for the removal of the electoral disabilities of women. The women have also established the “Women’s Suffrage Journal” for the advocacy of women’s rights. The Bay of Plenty Times says : “At the Volunteer and Militia parade the Bay of Plenty Cavalry took the opportunity of presenting their drill instructor, Trooper Alfred Sisan, A.C. Force, with a handsome lever watch, with a suitable inscription engraved within the case, in recognition of his valuable services in instructing the corps in their drill during the last two years, to which they mainly attribute their present satisfactory state of efficiency. In the East Coast District Court, before Mr. District Judge Weston, on Friday, sitting in Bankruptcy, the application of Charles Days, for certificate of discharge, was adjourned sine die. His Honor in summing up, made severe strictures on the conduct of the bankrupt, and made an order for the costs of the opposing creditors to be paid out of the estate. The following letter on “Mortality among Sheep” addressed to the Wairarapa Standard may be of interest to many of our readers: —“ Sir, —Knowing that you are always ready to lay before the public anything for their benefit, I beg you will find a small space for this, which treats of a complaint among sheep from which many settlers are now sustaining serious loss. My sheep have been unhealthy, and as I have lost about 200 I have been very anxious to try and find out the cause, and I think I have succeeded. I believe in the glorious rule, “ Waste not! want not!” and when I kill a good fat wether, I don’t throw away the head, but clean it. A few days ago I found a worm in the nostrils of one I was cleaning, leading to the brain, and then cut open the head of one that had just died, and found another in it the same shape and size. The worm is about half-an-inch long, and very much like those grubs found in rotten wood. I have found similar worms since in others. Trusting that some of your readers may be able to throw some light on it, or state how sheep suffering from it may be cured.—l remain, yours &c., John Vile.”