OUR MINES.

Thames Star, Volume X, Issue 3352, 19 September 1879, Page 2

OUR MINES.

GOLD BETURNS.

Caledonian.—A crushing for Paltridge " und party produced 18oz» 3dwts 12grs gold.

Only Chakce.—A crushing for Spragueand party produced 7oxs6dwts gold. Duke. —A crushing from this claim yielded 7ors 18dwts gold.

Politix Ginertlly.

(By Pabdy MrriPHT.)

People has been wondherin' what's become o' me at all, at all, bekays I haven't come to the ilietions, an' gone round wid Sir George on his atnmpin' '', tower. Well, avick machree, I've been ■o much taken up wid Molly that I coaldu't get away, 8© I couldn't I've » great saycrit to tell ye, bat ye mustn't braitue it to a livia' sowl, or I'll niver write a line for ye agin. Whisper, an' mind ye keep it dark, I've become the happy father o' two darlint twins linee I' wrote ye last, an' 'pon me eonshinse, tber's not a proudher man in New Zaylaud this day, so ther's not. All the naybors does be say in' they're the very spit o* ther daddy, an' beggora I tbiak they're right, although I don't like the look o* one o* ther noses. The Markis has sint me ■ cablegram from Mil bourne, eonaratur latin me, an* Fat O'Kel has also sint hit compliments. But revartin' to potyticks, bedad I'm plaised at the victhory's wan gainin'all over the counthry. BetchuM you an' me, Sir George has to thank me for bis successes, for sure it was I that wrote his grand speeches, so it was. A*', 1'" now win we're in the full flash o' triumph we can aflbrm to be generous to our inimies: an' 'pon me sowl I'm scarcely sorry for that poor divil ay a Fox that got nearly hunted to death in Waoganui. Wid all his little iday-o*sin-crazies, he's not aick a bad soar^ o' fellow afther all. „; Many a night himself an' me slipp'd down, from Bellamy's on the sly, aa*_popped «p to Jack Maginnity's on the Kay, just to . have a small dhrop in the baok parlour* Now mind tbis is onthray noo (Frineh), for if the Timplars wor to hear avit, begorra Sir William would have to be ray obligated, so he would. I was 10 much annoyed be the news o' his defait that I jist sthruck off the followin* thrifle be way o' consolin' him: —

Out iv the Could. Och, Billy, me honey,, Begorra it's funny. To see ye, me darlint, without any Bait; Itfs mighty perplexing. An' railly it's yexinj To find rich an illigant orathor bait;

In Parliament nightly, Ye spoke so politely, ° . In beautiful language yer aintehcos rouU'd

We thought ye a janus, A grate Dim-o-sthainuß, But Billy, me darlint, yer out in the could.

Faix, rare if h a pleasure To hear yo, mo threasure, Addhressin' the boya widyer aoothorin* voice, Aitch mighty orashun, Suro caused a sinsashun, Yer Billingsgate dicshun was always so choice;. Aitch Bintiuce ye utther, ' Like soft-milted bntther, Or tallow for candles ran in to a mowW, Falls swoet on the ear, sore, *Tiß lovely to hear, mire, Bnt Billy, me darlint, yer out in tho could. Bad luck to the Bpoutin', - .". / 'Tivas it, boyant doubtiii*, That cooked ye, mo honey, Sir George an* Mb stump, Disthroyed yor ilicshun, An' caused yer evicshun, And lift ye to weep be the side o' the pomp* Grey, Sheehan, and Mac has, Wid BalJauco an* Bacchus, Gone sthraight for yer brush, dear—at laisfc go I'm tould, Within a long "cooey '* Ay ould Wanganui Yo couldn't raitch, darlint, yer onfc in the could. ' . , .. —Saturday ApvwnsKß.

A citizen on his way home late the other night, .espied a boy sitting oa the gats in front of a house on Union street. ['What are you doing there, bub?" he inquired, in surprise, " f"ih! keep still," said the boy in a hoarse whisper; " I live here." " Well, why don't you. go into the house i said the citizen. " Waitin' for the fun," replied the said boy. "Mother just sent me down town after father, an' he he has just gone in. Ho told me to wait outside till after he had told how he'd been to lodge, .an* then I could come >: in an* say I eould't find him, an' not mention his bein' in* the billiard hall, but

I know mother, an* if you wait a minute you'll hear somethin' kinder bang against the side of the room like." And just at . that instant a muffled sosmd issued from the room where a light waa visible. "That's him—that's father," exclaimed the boy, in great (lea. " Binse-by you'll hear a lamp smash, an' then I'm going to rash in and look ont for a fire.'* The citizen passed on and left the boy sitting on the gate, with the livelist interest depicted on his countenance.—"Bockland Courier." . • .

Every man is a miserable sinner in : church, but out of church it is unsafe to : # tay much about it, except to a anall " man.