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South Canterbury Times, Issue 3016, 27 November 1882, Page 3

The Ferry Road tramway will be completed this week, and Christchurch will then possess tramway communication with all her suburb’. A match has heen made between The Agent and Comet for £3OO, one mile and a-half on the flat. It will probably come off on the Ashburton course. A public meeting of ratepayers of the Mount Cook district is announced for Sartuday, December 2, at 1.30p.m., in the Fairlie Creek schoolhouse, for the purpose of considering the Harbor Board’s proposal to borrow £IOO,OOO. Mr John Taylor, dyer, is making preparations lor starting a glove factory in Christchurch, He says the necessary skins can be procured in the colonies, and he thinks that in time the local industry will prove a success. Fruit stealing from gardens in Christchurch has taken a new turn. A resident in Hereford street has had several of his gooseberry hu'hes dug up, and the considerato thief, after taking them away and stripping them, has returned them by throwing them over the fence into the garden. An inhuman brute at Oamaru on Saturday tied the legs of a dog and placed the animal in such a position on the line near the Thames street crossing that its legs would be cut off by a passing train. The plan succeeded ; the police destroyed the animal and are now in search of the cruel perpetrator of the act. A woman named Mrs Stevens was found floating in the river Avon in Christchurch yesterday. She was screaming for help. On being rescued by a constable she declined to say how she got into the river, but it was afterwards discovered that she had had a disagreement with her husband and had threatened to commit suicide. The water was evidently too cold for her. She was taken to the Hospital to recover from the shook caused by the immersion. Sheridan married a Miss Ogle. We (related a wit of the last century) were sapping together at the Shakspeare, when, the conversation turning on Garrick, I asked him which of bis performances he liked the best, “ Oh” said he, “the Leer, the Leer!” “No, wonder,” said I, “ you were fond of a Leer, when you married an Ogle,’’