Now Unit Hui carnival week is over it imy be presumed that the people will once more seltio down to their legitimate every day work, for which there is very much need. The idea of a carnival week may be all very well aaa general principle, but in a young country like this where every trivial excuse is seized on for a holiday, it is a debatable point whether it does not result in much more good than harm. Not only for the week but for days both before and after business is completely upset and every body is more or less excited to an extent which completely unnerves them for their ordinary work. Added to this we have

luut Irom lima to time to put up with the presence of hordes of spielers and other undesirable people, while this year the place has been simply swarming with them. So far only one robbery ol any extent has been reported, the private house of Mr O. H. Roach having been broken into in broad daylight whilst the family were at the show and a quantity of jewellery taken away. This affair was not the work of novices, and so far there is not the slightest clue as to who is the guilty party. The police had their work cut out shadowing a number of old gaol birds who have been here for some days, and seem to have had the majority of them under so complete a surveillance that they are able to know where these undesirable people were at the time the robbery must have taken place. That there has only been one case is very much to the credit of Sergeant Mitchell and those serving under him. Hastings has never been infested with such a plague of side-shows as during the past foitnight—sheep with more than the usual number of legs, dogs with no legs at all, other sheep with their heads screwed on the right way, ducks with four legs, performing fleas, acrobats, box ing kangaroos, jugglers, Indian doctors and a host of other things too numerous to particularise here. There was a distinct novelty at the show in the shape of an oilskin coat in vented by a Spit resident named Wiig, a sailmaker. 