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CHRRBSPHMPLNES the week it was brought into the world, that he could not I nto an unco sweat and bustle; ee oon === {desist from having it republished in Saturday’s No. of They then to se aiaioe they’d hustle : a ceteineadaiain ; : ir He ; J. H. CONROY, ESQ., M.P.P. vs. THE GOVERNMENT. the Advertiser, only three days from the time of its first | Then Joe td Mel sageie sk wieie ue, TO THE EDITOR OF THE EXAMINER. appearance. This circumstance recalled to my recol-' And grin and laugh.

Sir;

1 was amused on reading in the Advertiser of the Stk instant, a letter from the pen of James H. Conroy, Esy., “ Representative for the third District of Prince County,” in which he acknowledges his ignorance of the state of the country, and more particularly of that part of it which he represents, at the time the Embargo Bill was proposed in the House of Assembly by the Hon. Mr. Coles, Deeply interested about that Bill, I attend- ed the House while it was under discussion, and I was astonished to find the Doctor, together with his colleague, Mr. Pope, opposing with all their enengy the passing of such a measure, stating that there was no general dis- tress in the country, there being, according to these gentlemen, only a few lazy, worthless vagabonds in want, who were always in want, and would never be other- wise. But now we find that Mr. Conroy is sorry for his opposition to the Embargo ; yet, if his judgment or opi- nion, together with that of a few others, swayed the

Legislature at the time the question was pending, what}

would be the condition of the country now? Doctor Conroy, it appears to me, has been more anxious to vent his spite against the Government, for sone unexplained reason, than to shew sympathy for the poor. Le affects to believe the “ Government is not parental,” because it would not expend £1,500 in the purchase of food, on the individual guarautee of a majority of the House of Assembly, who, a few weeks betore, were of opinion, that there were provisions enough on the Island to supply its inhabitants fur two years! If Doctor Conroy is really #0 humane and sympathetic aman as he would fain proclaim himself through the public press, perhaps he will condescend to inform us how he responded to the appeal made to his benevolence, as a Land Proprietor, by His Excellency Sir Donald Campbell, on behalf of the Tenantry? I have Jearned—I may be misinformed —that not a penny was given by the Doctor, as the re- sult of His Excellency’s Circular, although bis Tenantry -—who, in ordiaary times and under ordinary circum- stances, pay their rents as regularly as any other tenantry on the [sland—have suffered and are still suffering as severely from destitution as any other portion of the population. Should he not, before he raised an outcry upon the subject, have first ascertained the extent of distress on his own Estate, and have offered to secure the Government in the repayment of any money which would require to be advanced for the support of the destitute on that Estate? The Doctor is an admirable sympathiser, and a generous, considerate man! He is afraid “the bold peasantry” will be destroyed by the halting policy of the Government, in reference to the Relief question ; but I think, Sir, the “ bold peasantry” might long ere this, have been the “country’s pride,” but for the selfish, grasping, avaricious views of Doctor Conroy’s class, who fleece their unfortunate tenants, in compelling the payment of rent, to which many of them have no just claim, often without considering whether the land has or has not yielded a good crop, and often, too, without hesitating to put the lust cow or “the last blanket” up to the autioneer’s hammer, to realize the

amount of that rent! ! “O, it sickens the heart to see bosoms so hollow.”

Dr. Conroy, who is fond of quoting from the poets of bis native country, may fill up the verse. I remain, Sir, Yours faithfully, SINCERITY.

Prince County, July 11, 1848.

P. S—Are you aware, Sir, of the fact in natural history, that a cow is fonder of her calf the first week of its birth than at any subsequent period? The Doctor, was, jt appears, 0 desperately in love with lis bantling

lection the above fact in natural history. 8.

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POETICAL EPISTLES.

The following verses were lately addressed, in the style of a letter, by a gentleman, formerly a resident on this Island, now in Canada West, to a friend of his at Cavendish or New Glasgow.. The rhyme might be im- proved and softened in some passages, but, we agree with the correspondent who has furnished it, the whole piece is not devoid of merit; although, notwithstanding the attractions of the “ New Goshen,” we must confess, we don’t think the author has found a Helicon :—

TO A——W N-—T.

Dear Andrew, lad, these lines I send ye, Wishing good luck may aye attend ye, For I hae naething else to send ye,

Yet would be glad, In ony way for to befrien’ ye,

My honest lad.

We're a’ arrived in the far west, And mony a danger we hae past, And stood the stormy howling blast, O’er Jakes and ocean; But now we're settled down at last In this “ New Goshen.”

Some fifteen hundred miles awa’, Where we hae little ice or snaw, And oftentimes a general thaw To keep in thin. The latitude of Forty-twa 1 think we’re in.

We've apples, pears, and plums, and peaches, WY’ groves o’ hickory, oaks, and beeches, And hae got clear o’ the horse leeches, Land agent bodies,— Thank God their powers can never reach us O’er lakes and woodies.

This is the land of milk and honey—

Though like yoursels, we’re scarce o’ money,

The weather’s calm, and warm, and sunny, We dwell! secure—

There ’re nae cash rents—no, not a penny To keep up poor.

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But, Andrew, Iad, ye’re far too blate— Ye trust too much to chance and fate, And now I fear ye are too late, Ye drowsy sleeper— Ye'll never be a magistrate

Like your next neebor,

How can ye bear to sit and groan At making boots and mending shoon, When a’ your neebors are in town Sae much respected ; a Roose! swear ye’ll no let Jenny spin, Should ye gang naked.

But tell me if it’s right or wrang— Such a report the folks amang— l’s what | hae expected lang, | Though some did slight it— That Squire Laird and Joho Dourant Hae both been knighted.

Nae doot *twas Huntley's commendation That rais’d them up to this high station, As high as ony in the nation, Save Lords and Dukes ; I’}] now maintain predestination *Gainst a’ disputes.

For Joseph Pope and Edward Palmer, |

Wi’ rhetoric and English Grammar, !

Hae rais’d, I’m told, a dinsome clamour In Downing Street,

To break the shackles wi’ a hammer That bound their feet.

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This put Earl Grey and Lord John Russeil

But, O ye Liberals, take care,

And of these wily chaps beware,

Although they seem to speak ye fair, If ye believe me,

Yon Joe and Ned are just the pair That wad deceive ye.

But fare ye weel, ye patriot chiel, Whose heart is warm, and true, and teal, Ye fora friend can kindly feel, In the far west, . And I am yours, daft'C——s M——ll, Unto the last.

We have been favoured with the following elever answer to the above “ Epistle” in its own etyle. If, as we are told, the “ A——-w N-——t” isthe happy author of this production, it must be consoling to the Cavendish folk, that the “daft C——s M-——ll” has not left the “‘gandall shoon and scallop shell” to go a begging for & successor :—

Weel, Charlie, man, I did pernse Your letter, fill’d with charming news, Of the braw country ye did choose, Wherein to rest, After ye fairly slipp’d the noose For the “far west.”

Ye may believe that I was glad,

And langh’d right out, my good old lad,

To hear from your own sel’ ye had

A bonnie nest,

Found out at last, tho’ faith Pm sad, And some distrests

T'o think your El Dorado’s found, So distant from Prince Edward’s ground, Where tendrils grow, that twine around _ My heart and bind it, But ye are off, and safe and sound, And dinna mind it.

The news ye send is unco good, And fit t infuse a travelling mood— Nae fear that ye’ll be scant of food, Like your old neighbours, Wha scarce can force life’s tide of blood, Wy a’ their labours.

They cheer one’s heart—your plums and peaches, Your groves of hickory, oaks, and beeches! ‘I'hen to be free from those horse leeches, | _ Blood suckers thieving, Wha drive poor folk to ruin’s breaches, Fora fat living;

Is just enough the distant hope,

‘!'o raise a poor man’s spirits up,

And make him swear he would not stop Anotier year,

Trusting to an uncertain crop Where bread’s so dear. |

And were | sure—just let me say— _ ‘T'o go where such could never stray ; I’d brave the dangers of the way, O’er lake and ocean, Off! hardly taking time to pray To see your Goshen.

But, Charlie, lad, I hae a doubt These sharkies ken what they’re about, Gang where we will, they’l] smell us out, _ And milk and honey, Are sweet temptations—tho’ without A deal of money.

For, mon, their scent’s as keen’s a hound’s, They’re always on their circuit rounds, Snuffing about their master’s grounds, For prey and garbage, They'll soon be , I'l} bet some pounds, As thig¢k as herbage.

Yet would § go-—but reasons grave Do me detain, the stormy wave, Of lake and ocean. I must brave, And spend much maney, Ere I. can hope my lips to lave, In milk and honey.

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