When yon want a friend, den'b pick out the man whoeedog never wants, to follow him. The" man that a dog won't be seen w ibb is a bad lot.
GOD'S OWN COUNTRY.
FROM ANOTHER POINT OP VIEW.)

With apologies to Mr' Thos. Bracken,

Give me, give me, God's own country (from a spieler's point of view), Where the scripper and the sharper con jugate the verb " to do." Where"the wild cat thrives and prospers, like unto the green bay tree. Where the friz, is managed chiefly by the Official Assignee.
Glorious Auckland ! Happy Queen-street, land of backsheesh and cornish, Where the sharp-toothed legal shark as similates the' .smaller fish. Land of legal managers who scoop bhe pool before the burs.t, (The survival of the ,fittest=tho survival of the worst).
Down to Wellington %we travel, M.H.R. and M.L.C., Where we blue the hard-earned dollars of our bleeding counteree. Oh, they boil nob, neibher spin they, free from worldly care and strife, Oh, 'tis Heaven," nay Nirvana, in the Upper House for life.
On we goto Canterbury, where the squatfcah, lordly, grand Holds tho fertile plains and valleys in the hollow of his hand. Where the borrowed millions linger (very shortly coming due), Where bhe merry mortgage piayeth havoc with bhe cockatoo.
West-land, Soubhlazjd, grim Obago, where the Southern gale is born, Scenery you have. I grant you, but ibs chiefly held in pawn. Mines you have, with gold and silver, in the south and on the west, All producing chunks^of bullion paying up the interest.
