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Waikato Times, Volume XXIX, Issue 2385, 22 October 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)

Tim slave trade is again active on the Red Sea. Mbs Harriet Beeouev. Stowe’s old house at Andover, Mass., the one in which she wrote “ Uncle Tom’s Cabin,” wag burned July Kith. The theory is that burglars, in attempting to secure the plate, set tire to the house. The house has been an object of interest for all visitors to Andover. Tim. —O’Reardou, the American “tumbieronicon” man—the instrument was nothing more nor less than a number of glasses tilled with varying quantities of water, by rubbing the rims of which he produced music that was really extraordinary—was an odd genius, full of goodnatured conceit, and overflowing with stories. Here is a specimen of his talk ; .“ Well, sir, 1 conic of a musical family. Me father was a jauius, an’ so was the three brothers of us—meself an’ Tim an' Mike ; but naither of them was aiqual to mo, av course. Ye mver seen mo brother Tim ? Ho was the greatest bassoon-player av the ago. I remimber wan day th’ Imperior av the Winch, Xapoleoa the Third, was dhrivin’ down the IJullyvards, an’ ho sittin’ in his big coach wid six horses, an’all surrounded wid officers an’ gincrals on horseback ; an’ along comes the military, troops an’ troops o’ soldiers, an’ the band of the Garde Rayponblicain ahead o' thim, an’ playin’ away they wor on a beautiful march. Th' Imperor raised his finger, the six horses fell back on their haunches, an' the carraige stud still. ‘ Halt i’sez th’ Imperor. They halted. 1 Paulas,’ sez he ‘ Vos, your Majesty, sez Panin*, coinin’ over to the step o the coach an’ talcin’ uff his hat. ‘ no’s on the bassoons to-day ’ ‘ O’Reardon, your Maje-ly,’ ‘Bead,’ soz he. ‘I knew it. Dbrivo on I ’ That was me brother Tim.