COROMANDEL

Observer, Volume 5, Issue 131, 17 March 1883, Page 426

COROMANDEL

Political affairs are in a state of stagnation. Mr Home is occupied with canning peaches ; Mr Fenton is manufacturing wine ; Mr Woollams is engrossed with law ; Mr Cadman is compiling speeches for the coming session ; and Dr Hovell w preparing a racehorse for the Sydney Cup. Mr Glover has bottled up his politics pro tetn., b.ut ia expected soon to effervesce again... Solomon Hemus, the great temperance lecturer, held forth on Tuesday and Wednesday, when several ladies went to hear him... Gentle voice heard on the bridge — lt Come, let us take sweet counsel together ."...Noah Climo has overpowered the conflicting elements of the Union Beach, and has sun'c the Tangye winze the required depth, against the verdict of the general public, who said it could not be done... Peter Reid is coming to the front again with the Success.., Aliek Wilscn wiil be wanted again for the Golden Belt shortly, as work is to be started, and no ordinary mine manager will have the presumption to succeed this great authority... Michael Corcoran is not going to be beaten by the local surveyor, and, if he has to import a five hundred horse-power engineer, is determined to have the Just-in-Time reefs brought through the lona shaft, if possible... The Alpha cricketers were to have played Coromandel on Saturday, and arrived about twelve o'clock on Friday night. On Saturday the rain fell so heavily as to render , play impossible. A good game was had in Boyle's drill-shed, and scientific cricket was shown, ' the excitement being heightened by the ball, frequently finding its way through the windows. ..The Transit, which was sunk a few - days ago in the harbour, has been successfully raised, chiefly through the efforts of Johnny Boyd, who dived repeatedly and adjusted ropes. This swift craft is looked xipon as the probable winner of the Cup presented by Messrs Kohn.

.. They were botanising. " I wish I were a fern !" he suddenly exclaimed. "WbyP" she asked. " Why— perhaps — you — would press me, too." She evidently hated to do it, but it is the best to nip such things in the bud ; so she replied : " I'm. afraid you're too gveen, Charlie." " I wish jom were a comet!" "And why?" he asked,^flß a look -of tenderness that would have brouSH S(?3'aphij smile on Greenaway's features, 'flflr .faluv.^aif!, with a brooding earnestness fell Sipoa his soul like a barefoot upon a eoprqilclofch, "because : then you would e>" i me / TPound only once in 1500 years." .