ON THE APPROACHING ELECTIONS

Tuapeka Times, Volume III, Issue 150, 22 December 1870, Page 6

ON THE APPROACHING ELECTIONS

Now the time nears whan Macandrew J I ust lay down the public rein ; Electors of Otago stand true, And we'll have him in again. Look not on his merits blindly — No worthier can fill his room ; And the office he has kindly Consented once more to resume. See a man so condescendant, For no ambition of his own, Stoops to be your Superintendant, His private weal for this foregone. Such an offer, O ! good gracious, Seiz3 at once with grateful haste. Turn to account these talents precious, Lest bitch worth should go to waste. In this man you see before you No candidate obscurely known, No novice in the path ot glory ; See what he's already done. What vast schemes and grand concepIn his clear mind genetvite, [tions Whose value men of weak perceptions Scarcely can appreciate. What plans and works on scale stupenHe hd,B projected and done, [dons And that Clutha line, defend us, SOlll3 may live to see begun. And there's the railway to Port Chalmers — What a clamor that lias made ; Which, perhaps, our Council members Some day will let go ahead. In the rage for immigration, See him foremost in the van Passing acts of legislation To keep down the working man. When here arrived with hopes expanded What a comfort meets the chums ; Here yo\i are all safely landed, Start for work, and hump your drums. Let no paltry consid'ration, Of some shillings in your pay, Keep you from a situation, Since we all must fight our way. "Do not think, my friends, I wrong If I only offer four, Tyou,

Yet any man of pluck among you Can easily make three times more. ' ' Nor come bothering before me On pretence of work to seek, See the Chinese at Waipori Making £2 103. a week.

" On with stout hearts for your armour, Nor for wages sigh and grieve, Thinking only of the fanner, Takegladly what they choose to give." Oil, how philanthropic truly ; How well the act bespeaks the man ; Just see the men are landed duly, Then let's them shift thebest they can. While the mob are raving stark at, Rally round him cockatoos, See cheap labour in the market If Macandrew gets his dues. Ho, ye chosen band of squatters £\>r a time forget your Hocks, Seldom moved by lesser matters Than concern your runs and stock. Now come forth with one accord, or You may rue the time delayed ; See the champion of your order Sore bestead, and wanting aid.

Think on all the cruel satire He endured for turning tail,

When in convention for the squatter He stuck up with tooth and nail. Since for you his name is hateful, And ridiculed in public screed, Then with bosoms truly grateful Help him in his hour of need. Round those honoured brows resplenWilh late glory's lingering rays, [dent, Twice Otago's Superintendent, Twine a triple wreath of bays. Think upon each happy scion At home, wondering at his name, Glorying in the family lion As they read about his fame. Treat with scorn these low lewd fellows Who at our hero hiss and roar, Tossed about like ocean billows, Frothing noisy on the shore. We are the true zealous voters For the welfare of our state ; Others looking on as loafers Of a rival candidate. Hey, ye Scotties, men of Renfrew And every shire in Scotland's shore, For your countryman Macandrew Strain your throats with loud encore. Lift your heads, ye old identities, Lest the new chums o'er you crow ;

Scout Victorian nonentities,

"Whose only talents are to blow. Only let all parties stand true, Dissenting noes must yield to ayes, And the poll will show Macandrew Ushered in with wild hurrahs. Then the late abusive people, Finding they're so shamefly beat, In their tempers ever fickle Will fall prostrate at his feet. Whilst we, his friends, with hearts like boulders, Our crowning victory to complete, With our chieftain on our shoulders Will parade up Princes-street. And the people hip hurrahing, Till the town will ring again, A grand triumphant scene displaying Will form behind a splendid train. Nor will cease our inarch of glory Of which hence we will feel proud, Till, on the building's basement storey, We leave him bowing to the crowd.

Then, pledged" to stand by every measure, His firm adherents still remain, And so we'll leave him to his leisure Till he requires our vote a<>ain. D. F., Oufcram.