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Gisborne Times, Volume XIX, Issue 1640, 5 January 1906, Page 3

’ Writing of the late goneral elootion the Bulletin saysAs to Seddon’s party triumph, there is no shadow of a doubt. Tho Opposition bas been a'rnost wiped out and IviDg Dick left as doepotio mona\oh of the new Parliament. EvidoDtly thA country thoroughly endorses tho sooiaiUtio legislation by which he has abolished the sweater and the land monopolist, and mads Maoriland tho Paradise of the “ small man." In only one point is Seddon’s policy weak—finance ; and that is a point on wbiub, judging by reosnt events, the Bulletin almost despairs of rousing an enlightened public opinion. A great many of the blessings which the Seddon Administration showers on Maoriland are bought with borrowol money. The reptesent tho extra rasbor of baoon for breakfast which is got by pawning the axe, aod the plum puddiDg paid for out of the amount Cohen lent on the drawingroom piano. Side by side with a progressive policy of High Profcaotion, adequate aati-sweating laws, and fairly st'fE land taxation which is probably unmatched in the world for its scientific encouragement of industry, Seddon carries on an extravagant borrowing system, which must in time canker away all those benefits. The rule of Ssddon is benevolent Mortgagee rule would bo a very different matter; under it tho era of high wages and easily accessible laud would very soon be swept away. Aud to the rule by the mortgagee Maoriland is steadily drifting. Its borrowing rate is a sheer madness which must, if persisted io, bring .disaster. But the disaster will not bave to be faced by Richard Seddon, and so he does not care. Nor will it have to be faced by the majority of the voters of the present generation; and so they, seemingly, do not oare. They are content to have a good time f ir themselves and to leave it to their ohildren to faae Cohen and the foreclosure.

The Wellington Lance states : Here’s a pretty decent kind of a story told by.a Wellington man, who was in Devon what time the moas cooked the “dumplings.” One of the footballers was resting, and stayed at the Polwhele Hotel, where they keep the Home-brewed beer for which the West of England is so famous. The footballer was drinking moderately of sherry, which the doctor had ordered him, and the landlord told him that the drinks he served seemed to please gentlemen from Few Zealand vastly. *• Why only a month ago I had a New Zealand gent here who said he never had better liquor in his life. I forget his name. Anyhow, you’ll find it in the register. Mr Something or other, of Wellington.” The footballer turned up the name of the gentleman' who had praised the Home-made beer, and the sparkling cider, and the friendly sherry. He was one of New Zealand’s most revered Prohibitionists!