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Wairoa Bell, Volume V, Issue 228, 15 December 1893, Page 4

‘ They’ve raked in a pretty tough-look-ing-lot this morning, haven’t they?’ observed the stranger, who had dropped in at the police station. • You are looking at the wrong gang,’ said the reporter, to whom he had spoken. ‘ Those are not the prisoners They are the lawyert. ’ A well-known M.P., although not. an Orangeman, is intensely bitter against his fe low-countrymen, the Irish, He was one of those who threatened, if Home Rule were carried, to rise in armed rebellion against the established Government, and set all law ana order at defiance? ‘ I will shed the very last drop of my blood in defence of the Union,’ he said, in the Cambridge Guildhall, with clenched fists raised aloft to the high heavens, * as I did over a score of years ag'o in defence of the Irish Church 1 ’ The applause was terrific. A certain minister loves a sovereign with a close affection. Not long ago a young man asked him how much be would ■ barge to marry a couple. £ Well,’ said the preacher, ‘ the bridegroom pays what he pleases, but I never charge less than £2. ‘ Whew ! ’ excraimed the prospective bridegroom, ‘ that’s a good lot of money. I thought that kind of work went in with your regular salary,’ ‘ Oh, no,’ explained the minis ter, - salvation is free, but it costs money to get married,