. Mr. Oseba's last discovery . sin mere numbers. Better flirt with one healthygirl, than take a dozen sour old maids to thepantomime. Mr. Oseba might have mentioned, had heknown the facts, that Phoenicia, that gave tothe world the ship and the alphabet, and antici-pated modern commercial methods, occupiedbut a small strip of country—mostly sterile—from eight to twenty-five miles wide, and lessthan a hundred and eighty miles long; thatAttica, at the feet of whose philosophers westill sit, from whose artists we still copy, andto whose orators we still listen, embraced butseven hundred square mil
. Mr. Oseba's last discovery . sin mere numbers. Better flirt with one healthygirl, than take a dozen sour old maids to thepantomime. Mr. Oseba might have mentioned, had heknown the facts, that Phoenicia, that gave tothe world the ship and the alphabet, and antici-pated modern commercial methods, occupiedbut a small strip of country—mostly sterile—from eight to twenty-five miles wide, and lessthan a hundred and eighty miles long; thatAttica, at the feet of whose philosophers westill sit, from whose artists we still copy, andto whose orators we still listen, embraced butseven hundred square miles; and that thepopulation of Sparta, while in her glory,probably never exceeded ten thousand souls. ** No, my children, said Oseba, b-i-g,does not spell great, and any Zelanian whois caught howling for population should becompelled to shout for the whole crowduntil he goes broke, and has to hunt a billetto enable him to buy a beer and a bun. Thedesirable cannot be bribed—others should notbe wanted. :??? •:..^^-^. THE MAORI MAID OF ROTORUA. Did you ever see Maggie of Rotoru ?You would never imagine what she can do For the mouths of hell, With a magic spell, This little firown maid— As I have said-Will lead you over, and under and through. This little brown damsel of RotoruWill laugh at the fates, and smile at you. Like a fairy dream. Through thecal .Irons steam, In gleeful wit. Shell gaily flit-Yet careful, stranger, how you pursue. With this little brown maid of RotoruYou scramble and gaze and wonder, too. You stand appalled, Your souls enthralled. For scenes so weird. Have here appeared -You wonder if h isnt bursting through. While much of this danger, my friends, is shamGod tempers the winds to the little shorn lamb. But wild Nature raves In dark hidden caves. And tis romance, you know, To Roto you go,So leave some memory in Maggies palm RatDer Particular. i46 Here, Leo Bergin, with a deep love forZelania, pimples out into poetry—on hisown, as follows :— ZELANI
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