JENKINS AGAIN.

Southland Times, Volume III, Issue 235, 30 March 1866, Page 3

JENKINS AGAIN.

TO THE EDITOB OF THE SOUTHLAND TIMES. Sib, — I am pe-roud of Jenkins. In the late productions which have appeared in a local paper with the revered name of Jenkins attached, it can be plainly seen that he (Jenkins) is a man in advance of the age, — he grasps the political situation at once, — he grapples with the difficulty. The Commissioners of Crown Lands shall henceforth be a political appointment. Mat Justitia mat i caelum. The Thunderer has nodded, let Olympus tremble. It may be urged that a few trifling statutes of New Zealand define that such an appointment shall not be a political one. That even the Secretary of Crown Lands for the colony of .New Zealand is not a political appointment. What of that ? Jenkins has said it ought to be in the Pe-rovince of Southland. Sir, this great and flourishing Province will show an example to the rest of New Zealand. Have we not proved that we can spend money, even when we have it not? And can we not, in so small a matter, dictate to the rest of benighted New Zealand ? Is it not clear that although we have not the power to make our own land laws, nay, even to pay our land and survey departments that we ought to have a Minister of Lands to administer the laws made by others? What is New Zealand to Southland ? When we consider our boundless resources — onr inexhaustable area of fertile lands, only awaiting the arms of industry to develope its untold wealth — we may well feel assured that it is our destiny to lead the van in New Zealand civilization. The delicacy and refinement of Jenkin's mind are evidenced more particularly in the remarks he makes on the personal appearance of that creature Pearson, in his letter of the 17th inst. In anyone else it might be considered as outre, in bad taste ; in Jenkins it is the acme of wit. Sir, again I say lam pe-roud of Jenkins. Notice his keenness of perception ; with heagle heye he has seen through that wretch Pearson. He knows that P. has no delicacy or fine feeling, and any amount of cheek, bless you ! He sees that P. has never read Roman History, not he ! having picked up Marcus Curtius by accident, probably from Jenkins himself, who really does resemble the Rumone ( Roman.) But oh ! Sir, his style, my Jenkins style, is what plea&es me most ; see his letter of the 21st int. ; listen to his string of pearls — "asinine result," "balderdash," "idiotical" "part of his tail." Fancy, sir, Mr Macdonald being part of that P'» tail. Mark, how, Jenkins describes Dr Hodgkinsons " through ignorance," states he had an attack of " bile," describes Mr Armstrong as being better able to deal with " the belly than the head." Did you ever hear finer language ? I have heard of an American writer stigmatising his opponent as " a catawampus alligator snappinghis goryjaws on official benches ;" also " a transpontine Boss rearing his ungainly form in official dens." But, Sir, for purity of diction clasical elegance, originality, Jenkins, yon must confess, beats the Yankee hollow. Jenkins, Sir, is one of those beings little understood and less appreciated in this sordid century. Like the celebrated George De Barnwell his soul yearns for the visionary, pants for theillimitable; whathe-desires is the truthful andbeautifiil, the lofty andideal. " May his shadow never grow less." Bismillah ? Yours, &c, Aw Admibeb op the Jenkins Lot. Invercargill, 29th March, 1866.