CORRESPONDENCE. Correspondents' opinions are not necessarily ours.

Waimate Daily Advertiser, Issue 46, 8 April 1899, Page 4

CORRESPONDENCE. Correspondents' opinions are not necessarily ours.

(TO THE EDITOR.) Sik. — Leaving the piecincts of the ballot booth crushed arid torn by the seething singing mob of fienzied applicants for sections, I slowly wended my wav to the long building wheiein I was to spend the night. The dnll&hed was not planned as a sleeping ohambei, but eveiythmg had been done for the comfoit of us pool weary applicants ; the floor was a toot deep with stiaw, which was ahead y darkened by the lecumbent foims of several hundied section hunteis. Stietching mjself, I quickly fell asleep fiom sheer weanness, blanketless, sheetless, but not eomfoitle3s, nay, on the wall was a homely text ' God Bless our Home," By Older, Stephen. Comfoited, I slept as best I might,' interrupted only by the pulsations ot the engine Willie Millei had engaged to mix the sponge lequired by the hungiy hoide of applicants on the moirow. In my dieams I seemed to hear the bleating of the mobs of s-heep on their way to provide our monow's food, and the tiarnping, weaiy iteiated tiainping of those people who had not been able to secoie shelter ioi the night, It was this ti am ping that went to my heait, and moved me to shake off dull sloth, and other things more lively, and write a letter of thanks to him whose forethought had thus provided for us ; the statesman like Steve,— l am. etc., SECTIOM/ESS.