Ill Manning' s ' Old New Zealand' 341 



his winkings and his blinkings, with unutterable 

 envy, deeming him in the seventeenth heavendom 

 of bliss, and trying to imagine what that bliss must 

 be. Possibly, and more than possibly, this arises 

 from the Red Indian having a higher amount of 

 (Asiatic ?) imaginative power than the Maori. His 

 ' glass of spirits ' impinges on the higher points of 

 his cerebrum, and elevates him for the time, not 

 only in the vulgar sense of the word, but really and 

 intellectually. The Maori never seems to have had 

 any intoxicating substance, fluid or solid, before we 

 knew him, to represent our wine, spirits, tea, coffee, 

 tobacco, tincture of lavender — to say nothing of 

 balsam of aniseed {and laudanum) or camphor julep 

 beloved by teetotallers, (If we ever have the Maine 

 Liquor Laws over here, I advise my speculative 

 readers to lay in a stock of those gentle drugs while 

 they are yet cheap.) Or if he had, he had forgotten 

 to put it in the Arrawa before he started, as one 

 always forgets the salt or the corkscrew at a picnic. 

 If he had anything of the sort in his first home, it 

 would probably have been that excellent thing in its 

 way, kava, now banished to make room for worse 

 things. 



Possibly the absence of something of this sort led 

 to, — but we will revert to this subject when we talk, 

 as little as possible, about cannibalism. 



As for depopulation by imported disease, much 

 the same may be said. True it is that epidemics 

 have been introduced into new countries which have 



