AFTER THE DECLARATION.

Waikato Times, Volume XXIII, Issue 1879, 22 July 1884, Page 3

AFTER THE DECLARATION.

THE MAJOR TALKS. Paddy, lesvve wo here a little, for I don't feel very well ; Leave me, if I want a " something" I shall Agitate the bell. Whether 'twas the Bill I swallowed, or that glass of Sandes' beer On the lack of votes for diinier, yet I feel uncommon queer. 'Tis the place, and close beside it, as before, the public stands, Where in happier days I loitered, shaking various sorts of hands. Many a night in that bar parlour, ere I toddled off to bed, Have I hobnobbed with Bill Davis, with Macgregor, and with Ned. On the footpath here I wandered, dreaming of a wider scope, Heard Macgregor's fairy stories and the homilies of Hope. While that awful Bill behiud me, like a demon, ne'er reposed, Till I clasped it to my bosom for the promise that it closed. When I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, I winked mine and Ned winked hit., and then we slowly winked all three. For we thought our 'cute manoeuvre would disorganise, the foe ; Ah ! how vain are human dodge*, those of oms have proved " no go. Oh ! the time we lost in scheming how to humbug "Brycc's lot Into thinking I had eaten all the clause*, piping hot ! Oh ! Macgregor, you misled me ; Oh ! my Edwaid, mine no more, Don't come sn.iliiig at my elbow, for T feel most awful sore, la it safe to swear a little, jtibt to ease my bursting head? If time's no one near I'd like to, else I'll gund my teeth instead. Cursed be the Native Land Bill, some of which they made me eat ; Cursed be the law s against my eating land, my proper meal. Well, 'tis well that I should bluster, nobody's surprised at th.it, Tis my charactei to do so ; did I not they'd call me flat. Was I mad that I should cherish hopes of ever getting in, Of gulling the electors, or of pocketing the tin ? Wheie is comfoit ? Could I find it in a glass of Hally's best ? Will it take away the dreadful pain I feel across my chest? Nay, my uatuie biings me comfort, let me not indulge in te.ns, I will start to-monow morning my next canv.ihs of thiee year-. Oh ! I feel the crescent promise of my spiiit hath not set, I shall set to woik to worry people for their votes, you bet. I'll rely no more on principles, which but lead one off the scent, I shall run on " Old Identity," and hnd in Parliament. Howevci these things be, a long farewell to Hamilton, Ye refused to dam the Lake, now let it drown ye ev'iyone. May it flood the wretched Delta, may my cm to be ever wi ye, For a "A^iva Lake !" arises, and I'm off to Kihikihi. Wtiov Ni.mn.