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Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume 4, Issue 1245, 2 December 1882, Page 2 (Supplement)

BLOOD THICKER THAN WATER, ; lam glad.to se» that Mr. Robinson;of Brooklyn has opened fire on the American Admiral at Alexandria. If. anything could add to English appreciation of Admiral .Nicholson's friendly and gallant bearing, an outburst of Irish fury would be the tiling; The public expressions of gratitude, or rather of admiring recognition.of the spirit shown by our people, are many.,', So'are (he private. The accounts telegraphed here have not been voluminous, but they. haVe been sufficient-to set the whole business in its true light, One correspondent painted the scene for us in a sentence—the ships of every other nationally steaming out of the harbor in griqi silence, while the' Americans cheered' every British ship they passed, and American bands played "God save the Queen," So later, after the marines had been.landed, when danger came, and the French and Italians went off to the safe refuge of their ships, the answer of the commander of the American sixty is reported to have been that he guessed he would stick by the English, The very fewness of the'little force : made its fidelity the 1 more impressive,'. I say in'ali seriousness that such incidents'blot out the memory of the diplomatic blunders of Bancroft Davis, whose retirement I note with pleasure, There have always been men who believed in what they call the English-speaking brotherhood over the world,. 'Mr. 'Pdrster 'has over 'arid' over again said that the future belongs to the two Anglo-Saxon nations, with their offspring, provided )hey choose to'agree in claiming it, A,nd at Alexandria they did agree, It Will take''more; Ib'an all tW dynamite of such ruffiansasilossato blow us apart again,— London Corr. N. Y, Tribune,

1 A country school teacher ondoavorei] to instil prudenco into the minds of his pupils by making them count a hundred stowly before spoakipg, ;or, on a matter, of importance, fivo hundred. Finisliing a lecture' on tli'o subject, lie took his stand by. the stove, and after sOmo minutes observed that all the lips : of all his scholars wero moving slowly, 'and simultaneously they all broke out "lour hundred and ninety-nine, fivo hundred, -Master, your coat-tails are all on fire!"" ■ ■ Charles Edward swung on the garden gate, • Waiting for 'Liza Jane, When he fell the lorco of a number eight, And heard a voice exclaim, ■ In tones that were both loud and gruif: " I think you'd hotter travel ; You've hung round here long enough; .' Here you enn't strike pay gravel; ■ But as vou'ro poor as a spring slieep In cold and stormy I'll give you a raise to help keep ■ Solo and body together,"