WELLINGTON.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume I, Issue 287, 17 November 1884, Page 2

WELLINGTON.

[Own Correspondent.] Since the close of the session Wellington has has been unusually dull, while the weather which was for some time very bad indeed, has been suffering a slow recovery and is now as good as can be expected in this place which is not saying much certainly. The members left our city last week in the midst of a howling tempest which must have been highly beneficial to three of them who went by sea. The timely and effective treatment of Dr. Neptune would enable their systems to throw off (or up) the ill effects of too much dining and drinking during the legislative season. This reminds me that the New Zealand Times iast week, published an atrocious libel on seamen serving on board Her Majesty’s ships of war, as well as on her members of both Houses of the New Zealand Legislature by representing that there was a great deal of drunkenness among them. However, that may be, certainly Wellington misses the presence of the Colony’s representatives very much—the city, in fact, looks quite desolate and forlorn without them. It was really a beautiful sight on sunny afternoons to see such great men as Mr. Vincent Pyke and Mr. J. C. Brown, airing their well-filled white waistcoats along Lambton Quay. And when Mr. Fergus and Mr. Larnach went forth for a drive together, and were seen reclining gracefully on the cushions of their joint carriage there was a look of such gracious enjoyment in the open countenance of the one, and such a lighting of the clouds from the somewhat heavy and rubicund faces of the other that anyone could see with half an eye what a fine thing it must be to have the letters M.H.R, for a tail to ones name, together with the same soothing assurance of a well earned honorarium to wind up the session with and take home in ones pocket for family and other, more or less pressing, requirements. But now that these great men are all gone nothing remains for us Wellingtonians but to endeavor to subsist on each other, and make the best of it till the revolving seasons in their courses bring them all back again next year sound in wind and limb—particularly in wind of course. The Gear Meat Preserving Company has given New Zealanders a fine opportunity of doing good by stealth whether they will ever blush to find it fame or not. It has intimated to the public that it will undertake to deliver Christmas and New Year gifts in the shape of frozen mutton from persons in the Colony to their friends and relations in the Old Country. I understand that a large number of people here have already taken advantage of this admirable arrangement. Among others his Excellency Governor Jervois sends Home several presents of frozen lamb to his friends, and one of the carcases is intended, I understand, for the illustrious larder of his Royal Highness the Duke of Cambridge, and by and by we may look out for a framed testimonial from the royal or ducal cook setting forth the excellencies of New Zealand mutton hash. The congregation of St. John’s Presbyterian Church, which has met for service in the Hall of the Athemeum ever since the destruction of their church by fire, were enabled last Sunday to appear in a new building of their own, newly erected on a portion of the site