TOO LATE TO BE LOOKING THE STABLE.

Waikato Times, Volume X, Issue 577, 1 February 1876, Page 3

TOO LATE TO BE LOOKING THE STABLE.

" Asmodpcn" writes to im from Hamilton, Janu.u y 27rli • — '* If your patience- is not quit** exhausted, I cravw space for a few lines ot ' Ommnal Poetry,' sumje6tcd to my mind ,ificr readmit an atcount, * Inch lately ap pean d m your columns', of the very narrow c-cHjie ficin (ire ot the Hamilton Fust find Td. L'rapli oiln cs. Tin' li'oral will be obvious alu^'tu ilu 1 pubhc and the (^utleiuan ahorn you ileh^lit 111 terming 'our inspected P.)stniasler ' The quantum ot lvspect eiitortmned for this funciotiary, would, in tin* humble opmiou ot' ' Asinotii'us' he considerably *'Mli.Hiccd it he would ' a plain unvarnished tale' n Lite to the chief Postal Authorities of the positive danger to fire, that three timcb a week {'iwinjj to not haviu^ ' dlifiliL to lighten our darkness' m Ihe room set apart for private boxes), thn atons with destruction tht quaint arrhitpctural building under which lie, the functionary, hides his dimißished ht*ad You. sir. have already done the sublime in your ' Kditonal'on Uus disgraceful piece ot miserable parsimouy. 1 leave it to Cipuin Be ere to take the oilier t>tep. I have headed my doggerel

• TOO LATii TO BK LOCKING THE faTAiJLK.' " Old Jenkins — as mii;ht be expected — Hr< nmincod it a vei-y bad jab, Wheu ho iouni, as he entered the stab I*,1 *, Some rascal had btolon his coh. It, w<« none, with the saddle and bridle, So, wishing he'd done it before, Ue purok ised a padlock, and growely— Proceeded tof<*«tMi the dooi. OL! Postmaiter Taylor! mj fable A moment, I pray you, giv« hted — "If* too Iflte to be locking t"be itablo Whon thieves hare gone off with the ateed. " We lau^h tit poor Jenkins'* folly, And yet the old fellow* tnutaLo, It •me rtbirh muck cleverer £iepl« Are sadly addicted to make. Tnere wimldn't be halt the misfortunes Which daily and hourly befall, It f >lls would but think of i he padlock While 'Dobbin is snfo m liv it all. Oh ' P»stiui»sterT.i\lor ' my fable A mo-fiient, I pmy you, jjiwe h»'ed — "li'bloo lute to be locking tbo gttble When thieve* have gone off with the steed."