A DREAM.

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 7, Issue 367, 29 October 1863, Page 4

A DREAM.

“ And Pharaoh awoke, and behold it was a dream.”—Gen. xli. 7. The other night, as on my bed I lay, I dreamt (dreams go by contraries they say), I thought (oh, bother on my silly skull) I saw Don Levi ou the sack of wool, Or woolsack—an exalted situation— Guarding the treasures of this mighty nation. Surprised, I ask’d, “ Good sir, what takes you here ? Far better you retail’d your gin and beer, And gave your customers good honest measure, Thau vex your brains about the public treasure. To fill this office nature ne’er design’d you ; At Horse Guards,, I presume, we next shall find you.” “ Now, hark,” quoth he, “while I to you unfold, How 1 have got the care of all this gold. Last week I got a scribe to write a letter, For which I am two quarts of gin his debtor. And got it printed in the A dvertiser, To make our senators and soldiers wiser. ‘ ‘ To that same letter I affix’d my name, As if it bona fide from me came, Though, heaven knows, this poor illiterate clown Could ne’er the difference tell ’twixt verb and noun ; But many thought that I the thing had done, And that’s whyT the woolsack sit upon. “ To deal with rebel Maories was the theme ; That they should live at all’s a burning shame. I show’d how Cromwell, in the land of Ire, Spread desolation both with sword and fire ; I might have added, —Did he roast and burn them, He dould get lots of Irishmen to turn them.” At this a brazen sound just caught my ear, Another and another still more clear; My scattered ideas I strove to rally, And heard the bugler sounding the reveille. Bright Sol into my room threw one clear beam, I ope’d my eyes, and lo ! ’twas all a dream. Muncherjek Eduljee. October 29th, 1863.