TO THE EDITOR. i Sir, —During the day I had been read ing in the papers that Mr Seddon, our Premier, was going south to attend the wedding of Miss McKenate, a daughter of the Honorable John McKenzie. I had alt»o oeen reading about drees reform and the ! divided skirt. I had been ihinking for some time about the prohibition question and had corns to the conclusion that if it were right for a majority to prevent me from drinking what I liked, it would be > perfectly fair when I had a majority to compel the other side to drink wnat they did not like. Hence I think arose this scran ge dream,:— > *' The Ploughman's Dream." The weather was splashy and cold from the south, i And the day's work was over for me and my team; I sat by the fire, took the pipe from my I mouth, \ And was soon fast asleep, aud this was my dream: < Methought I was in some strange distant land, Which was decked in the grandest of nature s array, And before me came tripping an amazon baad Of fair maids fully armed and equipped for a fray, E*ch carried a bow, and with arrows and quiver- But no one did trust with one string to a bow, For if one missed the mark and by chance hurt a liver, The other was sure for the heart of a beau— , They gathered in force for the games of the day, duch as shooting, and running, and danoing I ween; An yearly galaxy—24th day of May— To honor themselves and birthday of their Queen, They were waiting the signal the sports to begin, When a strange motley crowd came patter* ing along, Arrayed in all fashions since mother Eva's sin To the girls of our day in men's trousers all wrong. Things looked droll when a herald dashed into the scene And announced that King Demos was col lared with quinoy, And off to the south to be nursed at Glen skein, Swathed in flannels and whiskey by Pr McKenzie. A trumpet was blown, and the hills all re* sounded, The earth gave a quiver—l thought I was gone— The beauties had vanished; and I was as tounded "'.'■. To find myself fixed as a statue of stone. 