Poverty Bay Standard. Published Every Evening. GISBORNE: THURSDAY, DECEMBER 28, 1882.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume X, Issue 1234, 28 December 1882, Page 2

Poverty Bay Standard. Published Every Evening. GISBORNE: THURSDAY, DECEMBER 28, 1882.

A meeting of the Turanganui Lodge of the Ancient ana Accepted Order of Freemasons’ was held last evening at their Lodge Room, in Harris-street, for the purpose of installing the officers for the ensuing year. The following officers were elected and installed :— Brothers E. P. Joyce, W.M.; W. F. Crawford, S.M.; A. J. Croll, J.W.; J. Browne, W, Treas.: S. J. Bromley, Sec.; J. W. Witty, S.D.; R. Thelwall, J.D.; A. J. Fyson, J.G.; H. Fraser, Tyler. After the installation there was a very nice supper provided for the brethren of the mystic tie, and after singing “ Auld Lang Syne ” in a most appropriate manner, the brethren dispersed at the wee sma’ ’ours ayont the twal, full justice having been done to the toast of the health of the retiring Worshipful Master. So mote it be.

The Rev. Mr Hill will preach (we trust not)' his last sermon in Gisborne on Sunday, ana as, consequently he will not be present on the occasion of the Easter offering, the Vestry have decided to devote the receipts of the collection to the rev. gentleman, whos ministrations have endeared him to all —not alone to his own flock, but to almost every man, woman, and child in the district. Mr Hill by hi* genial manner has secured for himself friends from all denominations, and although they, in common with ourselves will regret his loss, he will carry with him the gooef wishes of the community. We trust that the collection on Sunday next will be something substantial.

One of the French mendicants who are familiar in the streets of New York as pretending to have been defrauded of the ’ i heritance was x’ccently attacked with a tit of madness, during which he stabbed a number of ladies, six of diem seriously, and several others slightly. Look out, backslider, whar you walkin’, Make a misstep, shir you bo’n, I tell you what it’s no use talkin’, Ef you slip up, chiie, you gone De road is full er stumps and stubble, Ruts an’ sink holes ebery whar’, But if you buy your boots at Garretts, Then you’ll find that you’ll be thar.