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Old Age Pensions.
Price Sixpence.
"The night comes on a pace;
Lo; o'er the land a reverened form advances,
His hair white as the snow on which he treads,
Whose feeble body, bending o'er a staff,
Shows still that once it was the seat of strength
Though now it shakes like an old ruined tower.
Clothed indeed, but not disgraced with rags,
He still maintains that decent dignity
Which well becomes those who have served their country."
Joanna Baillie, 1774.
By J. W. Ferost,
Being the substance of a Paper read before the Canterbury Progressive Liberal Association.
Christchurch
Printed at the "Lyttelton Times" Office,
Gloucester Street.
1894.