(uxtract from an old Boliier s letter to his ■ comrade) Dear Harry — V* * * And cow as lo my health. Well, old fellow, you know thai our nights m the trenches during '65 and '66 wete not calculated to lengthen our daye, bnt at that time we did not mind it, as our sole object was to catch Kereopa, but ho had too many faithful followers. Brave fellows those old Maoris were ! How m our maturer years we can admire them ! Lord how I wander ! What I want to say is tbat I have been laid up with a fearful dose of sciatica and lum bago, eight weeks m bed unable to turn. My poor wife had a time of it. After spending a good round snm m medicines, lotions, and God knows what, we got some St. Jacobs oil. I was always a scoffer at patent medi cines, but, by Jove, I ahsll be more cautious m future. It was the only thing that seemed to tHckle tbe old enemy and clear him out. I have an occasional reminder, but it. Jacob always comes to my aid. Indeed, noxt to St. Patrick, he is the beat saint m the calendar. # • • Youis, 4c, 11 K. I. ODEA."

IMOS TIMAHO HEBAl.i>, THUKSDAX, JULY 17, 1890.
