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Poverty Bay Standard, Volume VIII, Issue 813, 30 August 1879, Page 3

A young lady who edits an American paper says/ “ We do - not - look' so -well to-day j as usual, on account of the non-arrival pf.the mails.” '' " t - ! Dr. Richardson, speaking,on. health and. life, says :—“ The most'startling fact of all; in reference to occupation and-health is, that; .which is told of the innkeepers and/publi-| 'cans. This class of the Community ; is ' really; at the lowest pf vital scale. The -, cause* ( unhappily, isnot difficult to discover., r ,Therel •is nothing ih the oecupatiorf of an innkeeper,* as an occupation, which can account, for itsj unhealthiness on ordinary grounds of labor. 1 ■lt is not an occupation; .which exposes: thqsei who fill it-to-physical danger, as the work of! the miner or engine driver. ' It is ridt an occupation which - makes. great demands on the, 1 physical organism, like that of the blacksmith or ropemakpr. . . . It is not. an occii-; pation which brings those who follow it to thq ’ miseries of want and starvation!. Why, then, .i% it .the occupation most nearly allied toj death ? The answer is simply told. Theoccu- . patron is the one most nearly allied to alcohol; This;agent of death*, which diffuses .danger more or less among all classes of workers, tempts m’ost'rapidly into destruction those who 1 are the dispensers of ft.” , . i .In a recent lecture on Scostitsh Song, Pro - ! fessor Blapkie said : —lt was a^.mistake to imagine'that the poet only fell in love with a pretty A fool might dp-that, a fool might fall in love with' a wax doll. (Loud , laughter.) . Divine -love was the - ambitious admiration' of excellence, pt the rapturous recognition of a” 1 divinely ; plhnted ideal. (Applause.) Every man was a poet when he was in Jove. Everyone did not write sonnets; but his fancy took-a flight as if borne on Wings. ’.(Loud Uughfer.) . Was;'there any miserable wretch there who never; felt love ? (Roars of laughter.) If sd, he was extremely : sorry for: him. (Renewed laughter.) . Hq might tell them his blessed experience wheii he was first in love. (Laughter.) He lost all interest in books, and went up by Bonaly, and over the Pchtland Hills,- singirigi songs the whole day, and they all ended with . M ‘ Mary, Mary, Mary;” ‘(Great laughter.) Then when he ended his singing he wrotp 4 sontiets;Jand; binding them'jwith <silver and blue ribbon, he despatched them to Mary. (Laughter.); AU that was pure joy ; when “ Mhry ” 'Would hav'e'hdthiUg tb do ' With ( “ Johnny Blackie.” • (Great laughter.) He Vweh't' about mburningjor 'two, days, and the first day 'took- no dinner—‘-(laughter)—but that, was not much compared to the joy> of ‘the two months’ singing, (Applause.) He did not shoot himself, for rhe had had the pleasure of-being half-a-dozen times im love, since. (Laughter.) When he was in-love his soul was like an instrument that angels had come . down and played upon. (Loud laughter.) Love did not require fine surroundings, For himself he preferred the smell of a byre, especially if there was a - milkmaid, there, to the finest drawing-room at the West End. (Here the learned professor sang a verse of a song 1 “ When the kye comes hame,” and followed this with a verse of “Kelvin Grove” in good voice aud exuberant spirit.