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Waikato Times, Volume X, Issue 771, 26 May 1877, Page 3

FARMER JOHN j OR, "THE BEST OF A JOURNEY 13 GETTING HOME." ' . (From the Sportsman) Home from his journey Farmer John Arrived this morning aafe and sound. His black coat off, and his old clothes on, •Now I'm my ael,' says Farmer John ; And he thinks, ' I'll look around,' ' Up leaps the dog ; * Get down, you pup ! Are you so glad you could eat me up ?' The old cow lows at the gate to meet him; . 'Well, well, old Bay j Ha, ha, old Gray 1 Do you get good feed when I am away? 1 You have not a rib !' aays Faimer Johnj _ 'The cattle are looking round and sleek The colt is going to be a roao, And a beauty, too ; how he has grown I We'll- wean the calf next week. 1 Saya Farmer John, , when I've been off, To call you again about the trough, And watch you, and pet you, while you ' drink, Is a greater comfort than you can think ! , And he pats old Bay~ And he slaps old Gray ; 'Ah, thia is the comfort' of going away.' •For after all,' saya Farmer John, ' The best of a journey ia getting home. I've seen great sights ; but would A give This Bpot, and the peaceful life I live, For all their Paris and Rome ? These hills for the city's stifled air, And big hotels all bustle and glare ; Land all houses, and roads all stones, That deafen our ears and batter, our bones? Would you, old Bay ? Would you, old Gray ? That's what one gets by going away ! ',Thero money is king,' says Farmer John, ' And fashion is queen'; and its mighty queer To see how sometimes, while the man, Kakcs and scrapes for all he can, The wife spends every year, Enough you would think for a score of wives, To keep them m luxury all their lives I The town ia a perfect Babylon •To a quiet chap,' says Farmer John. • You Bee, old Bay, You ace, old Gray, ' I'm wiser than when 1 went away.' '.I've found out thiß,' says Farmer John, ' That happiness is not bought and ■old, And clutched m a life of waste and hurry, , In nights of pleasure and days of worry ; And wealth isn't all m gold, Mortgago aDd stocks and ten per cent, But m simple ways and sweet content, Fewjyants, pure hopes, and noble ends, Some land to till, and n few good friends, ' . Like you,' old Bay, And you, old Gray — That's what I learned by going away.' And a happy mau is Farmer John ; Oh, a rich and happy man is he ; He sees the peas and mangolds growing, The corn m taßsel, the buckwheat blowing, .And the fruit on vine and treo ; The large, kine oxen look their thanks As he rubs their .foreheads and strokes their flanks The doves light round him, and strut and coo. ' ; . . -■•■ ; Saya Farmer John, • I'll take you, too, And you, old Bay, And you, old Gray, Her* *ime I travel far away.' % Authentic War KEws.—ln the absenoe of anything more exciting from tke seat of war m the East, we publish the following as wbat> under present telcgrapn arrangements, may Le any day received : — London, 31st June, 10 a.m. A bloody engagement took place yesterday, at Scratchempoleopol, between the Rutsians and Turks, when the latter were disgracefully defeated with the less of 10,350 men. : . , Noon. Be war telegram. For 'later nad 'form-.r.' 2.30 p.m. Knock off the odd 53. Not sure about them. 4 p.m. Mistake, m telegram. Only 10,300 killed ana wounded on both sides. Later. Aocounts battle Scrntchempoleopol exaggerated. Only 9000 engaged altogether. The ve»y latest. There was no engagement at all, but battle expected next week. J. N. Gbiling has just received a Cheap lot of Double and Single- barrelled Sporting Guvs, aud all kinds of Ammunition. He ulao obtains Licenses for purchasers without any trouble on their j>srt.