PERSONAL

Observer, Volume 4, Issue 96, 15 July 1882, Page 276

PERSONAL

Fitzgibbon Loucb is up a tree. Sammy L., of Otahuhu, is said to be buying the furniture. Bravo Sammy ! James Burns, Parnell Kise. — You evidently want to take a " rise " out of us. It won't "wash. Miss Angore, of the North Shore, is the fair prosecutrix in the claim against a draper's assistant for £200 for blighted affection. The reporters complain that Major Campbell cannot be heard when he essays to read documents in the House. The Major mouths his words as if ho had a mouthful of hot potatoes. Will that old Scotchman in liorne-street be proof against the seductive attractions of the coalblack haired belle ? Mrs G-udgeon ha,s returned to G-rahamstown after a short visit to Auckland, and looks much improved by the trip. Who was the young lady who appeared iv the " divided dress" at the Citizens' Ball ? It was certainly deeolette. It was very affecting to observe poor T. waiting like the Peri at the Onehunga Church door for Miss K. when she sailed off with that hated rival. Revcnge-er ! There are some very good and some very bad dancers among the Nelson officers. The G-erman officers have a style of their own, which does not : strike one as being very elegant. 1 Talking about the lectures on " Truth," a St. Thomasite remarked that he was afraid the lecturer was not very well up in his subject. How these Christians love one another ! The most excellent Theophilus officiated as organist at St. John's, Ponsonby, on Sunday last. There were some remarkable organic changes in the music. The indictment against Fairburn has been thrown out by the Grand Jury as we predicted immediately after the committal. Really, the roll of Justices sadly needs revision. Who is the fortunate individual who is in receipt of a handsome salary for acting as the keeper of a young sprig of fortune whoso friends cannot trust him aloii3 ? Who was that young lady at the Napier winter dance that retired to the dressing-room with contorted features, and kicked off those dear little shoes to ease her martyred tootsey-wootseys ? Some one has sent us a pen-and-ink sketch, drawn on a gorgeously bordered sheet of notepaper, of Alderton sitting astride of a prostrate foe. Who has George been going for now ? Mr G-eorge Kelly, of H.M. Customs, Mongonui, is to be removed to Napier. Mr Kelly and his family have resided in the district for upwards of twenty years, and their departure will be much regretted. It was scarcely courteous for that tall young gentleman to keep his lady-love pacing the flags in front of the General Post-office on Saturday night, in the drizzling rain for a solid hour, while she wondered " why his chai'iot wheels tarried." When Montgomery played Hamlet some ten years ago in Auckland Zulu Thompson supported him in the role of the King. He (Zulu) is said to have been j>articularly effective in the prayer scene. Mr J. P. Eichtor, a litterateur of some fame, who is making the grand tour with the object of writing a book, to be illustrated by himself, has come to Auckland via Wanganui and Patea, and intends to visit the Lakes. A young lady is anxious to know whether or not the author of the story " A Chip of Granite " has ever been in love. She doubts it, because she thinks that his language lacks the true ring. Perhaps our fair correspondent will undertake the task of instructing Walter in the art of love. Judge Kenny is a muscular Christian. When a trumpery case of assault was brought before him the other day he expressed some doubt as to whether the good old-fashioned plan of adjourning to a level grassy spot, and settling differences by a fair stand-up fight, was not preferable to bringing cases into Court. That strong letter in the Star, purporting to be written by the Crown Prince of Tonga, does great credit to the Rev. S. Baker. The way he pats himself on the back in the concluding sentence, after his apostolic blows and knocks at his enemies, is very neat, and quite in accordance with Tongan ideas of the doeti'ine of Christian forgiveness. The young lady who rode the Captain's charger the other day came to grief at Grwynne's Hotel. The animal had always been accustomed to stop while his owner imbibed a long sleever, and the force of habit was so strong that nothing less than a young sapling would induce the horse to pass the door. We don't like making invidious comparisons, but really the gentlemanly courtesy of Mr Ludlow, secretary to the Bachelor's Ball committee, furnishes a striking and noteworthy contrast to the bnisquerie of Mr R. H. Stevenson. The bachelors made a fortunate selection. Mr Stevenson probably selected himself. The Man Fish (we beg his pardon) Charles Weightman, Esq., who is now in Auckland as agent fq,r the Waxworks, looked perfectly lovely in a fashionably made frock coat, which he informed his numeroxis friends was made for thS Prince of Wales . It transpired s übseq uently that it -was the wax figure of H.R.H. he meant. The Fish has evidently struck a patch. We may expect before long to see him walking about attired as G-uiteau, Ned Kelly, or some other gontleman of fame. Mofc.au Jones w,ent to interview Parris. Jones wanted a little information about land, or something of that kind. Between Parris and Jones there has raged for many years a feud as bitter j as that between the McPhersons and the clan j McTavish. Parris thought Jones had better ask | some official. The tall man glared down upon Parris for a moment, and then, 'as if struck with a bright idea, remarked, ' ' What a pity G-eneral Chute is not here now !" Parris gave two or three of his peculiar dry coughs, and asked, " Why ?" Jones — " What a lot of whipcord would be flying about !" The story goes thatwhen Parris was an interpreter m Chute's camp the general gave him two hours to clear out, with th« alternative o£ fifty lashes.