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Southland Times, Volume 2, Issue 104, 21 October 1863, Page 2

«, . (To the Editor of the Invercargill Times.) Sin —Let me call the attention of the public to the state of Dec street, It is lamentable ; it is fearful and wonderful; the worst bog in Ireland is nothing to it ; in Ireland you can and often do sink up to your middle in the yielding soil, but here not only do you come to that unhappinessbut you also are compelled into a clownlike somersault, the termination of which is kissing mother dirt, and to this you are compelled by manifold stakes that cluch fondly at the inexpressibles of all and sundry. Last night I had to navigate Dee street to reach my Uriah Ileep abode. I reached the corner of Don street with no further mischance than nearly fulling three times and getting splashed up to the eyes. I had begun to fancy myself like the immortal Willie, " Safe, safe at home," but I had miscalculated. The crossing of Don street had not entered iuto my philosophj-. Midway, a wnivers .1 dam ness convinced me that the seeds of a future rheumatism were sown, and three-quar-ters way the last of the fascines impelled me headlong, in a manner sadly suggestive of mud unto mud returning. I'had of course to pick myself up, nooppoitu-ne friend starling ii| to do a christian office, and as I plunged on I could* ■not, of course, bufc invoke a benediction upon the authors of my discomfort. That I readied home at aft I consider a merciful dispensation not attributable to the Provincial Government, in whose carp Dee street is said to be. If those who live up Dee street never go home till morning, I, for one, won't throw the first stone. If Dee street becomes impracticable, and deserted of its inhabitants, then let the governmental roadmakers rue it, for no one else will, certainly not one who is about to flit from it of the name of Brutus.