Unity! Unity!

(To the Editor "N.Z. Times.")

Sir,—The lion and the lamb lie down together in perfect peace; the seeds of unity sown, internecine stuggles cease. The Mills, exceeding slow, grind the Semple very small : a lion's mane of tow may adorn a lamb as well. Waihi in flaming red, hath done her little dot; fitted to the bed she made, for why, because why not. Now resteth the Lobour servant, sans fear of hateful traps : what sayeth polemic savant? Of course; yes, no, perhaps!—I am, etc.,

Henry Bodley.

"etc" sums up our won opinion very nicely.

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