for eighteen-pence. I next paid "fees to the
Deputy, the Lord Chancellor's Purse-bearer,"
two pound, two. I next paid "fees to the
Clerk of the Hanaper," seven pound, thirteen.
I next paid "fees to the Deputy Clerk of the
Hanaper," ten shillings. I next paid, to the
Lord Chancellor again, one pound, eleven, and
six. Last of all, I paid "fees to the Deputy
Sealer, and Deputy Chaff-Wax," ten shillings
and sixpence. I had lodged at Thomas Joy's
over six weeks, and the unopposed Patent
for my invention, for England only, had cost
me ninety-six pound, seven, and eightpence.
If I had taken it out for the United Kingdom,
it would have cost me more than three hundred
pound.

Now, teaching had not come up but very
limited when I was young. So much the
worse for me you'll say. I say the same.
William Butcher is twenty year younger than
me. He knows a hundred year more. If
William Butcher had wanted to Patent an
invention, he might have been sharper than
myself when hustled backwards and forwards
among all those offices, though I doubt if so
patient. Note. William being sometimes
cranky, and considers Porters, Messengers, and
Clerks.

Thereby I say nothing of my being tired
of my life, while I was Patenting my invention.
But I put this: Is it reasonable to
make a man feel as if, in inventing an
ingenious improvement meant to do good, he had
done something wrong? How else can a man
feel, when he is met by such difficulties at
every turn? All inventors taking out a
Patent MUST feel so. And look at the expense.
How hard on me, and how hard on the country
if there's any merit in me (and my invention
is took up now, I am thankful to say, and
doing well), to put me to all that expense
before I can move a finger! Make the
addition yourself, and it'll come to ninety-six
pound, seven, and eightpence. No more, and
no less.

What can I say against William Butcher,
about places? Look at the Home Secretary,
the Attorney-General, the Patent Office, the
Engrossing Clerk, the Lord Chancellor, the
Privy Seal, the Clerk of the Patents, the Lord
Chancellor's Purse-bearer, the Clerk of the
Hanaper, the Deputy Clerk of the Hanaper,
the Deputy Sealer, and the Deputy Chaff-wax.
No man in England could get a Patent
for an India-rubber band, or an iron hoop,
without feeing all of them. Some of them,
over and over again. I went through thirty-
five stages. I began with the Queen upon
the Throne. I ended with the Deputy Chaff-wax.
Note. I should like to see the Deputy
Chaff-wax. Is it a man, or what is it?

What I had to tell, I have told. I have
wrote it down. I hope it's plain. Not so
much in the handwriting (though nothing to
boast of there), as in the sense of it. I will
now conclude with Thomas Joy. Thomas
said to me, when we parted, "John, if the
laws of this country were as honest as they
ought to be, you would have come to London
—registered an exact description and drawing
of your invention—paid half-a-crown or so
for doing of it—and therein and thereby have
got your Patent."

My opinion is the same as Thomas Joy.
Further. In William Butcher's delivering
"that the whole gang of Hanapers and Chaff-waxes
must be done away with, and that
England has been chaffed and waxed
sufficient," I agree.

THE NEW ZEALAND ZAUBERFLÖTE.

IN THREE CHAPTERS.—CHAPTER I.

EVERYBODY who loves wonderful music
knows, or ought to know, Mozart's Magic
Flute (Zauberflöte); but we are quite sure
there are few, indeed, who know anything
about the Magic Flute which a certain New
Zealand chief invented for a special and
original occasion, and played upon in a very
grim and original manner. This story, though
a curious mixture of the grand and grotesque,
and, perhaps, the improbable, is not without
its serious moral meaning. It claims to be
regarded as historical. For the authenticity
of its foundations we refer the reader to an
extremely interesting work, entitled, "Savage
Life and Scenes in Australia and New
Zealand,"* by George French Angas, who, in
the course of a journey of eight hundred miles
on foot through the latter country, actually
saw the chief, who is the hero of the tale,
together with the Magic Flute on which,
many years ago, he was so unintentional, yet
so extraordinary, a performer.

* Or, an Artist's Impressions of Countries and People at
the Antipodes.—Two vols.; Smith, Elder, and Co., 1847.

"Ta?nui, King of Mokau," says our traveller
"was one of the most powerful and superstitious
of the old heathen chiefs, and was scrupulously
attached to the religion of the Tohunga. Around
his neck he used to wear a small flute, constructed
out of the leg-bone of Pomar, a northern enemy of
his tribe; and upon this instrument he at one
time played with peculiar satisfaction." Vol. ii.
p. 86.

We have also heard that this barbarian
chief had in his possession a suit of armour
which was given by one of the kings of England
to the Bay of Islands chief, the valiant Shongi,
or E. Hongi, when that warrior visited England
on some question of territory. The subsequent
history of the armour since the time of Shongi
is very curious, but by no means so extra-
ordinary and interesting as the subsequent
history of the flute, which we have obtained
from private sources, and now present to our
readers.

Ta?nui was a great chief in Mokau, when
the king of that country was at war with a
neighbouring potentate named Te Pomar, of
the tribe of Waikatoto. The king being very