Punch: Punch (19.1850)

2u2 PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

JUSTICE FOR BACHELORS.

" Snug ton, Great Bedstead, Hants.
"Dear Me. Punch, " Oct. mh, 1850.

1 am a bachelor, and my friends, I believe, allow that, in the main, I am a
tolerably good-natured fellow—but just look here ! I was invited a few days ago to
spend a week at a country house, and here I am; but I must confess that I was a
little put out when taken to the very top of it, and told that this was my bedroom.

Now—confound it!—I say the comfort is monstrously
and unfairly disproportioned. The ladies—bless them!
—ought, of course, to be made as cosy as possible ; no
man could object to their having their nice little bit of
fire, and their dear little slippers placed before it, with
their couches, and their easy chairs, &c.—of course not
—but that is no reason why we single men should be
treated like so many Shetland ponies. There is no
fireplace in my room, and the only ventilation is through
a broken window. As far as the shooting, the riding,
the eating and drinking go, I have nothing whatever
to complain of. But I want to know why—why thii
mature female always answers my bell, and that great

1 have since been led to suppose that unmarried men must expect to sleep in the worst
rooms there are; for see—this is the bedroom of a married couple, friends of mine.

brute Snawkins (whose mind, by-the-by, is not half so
well regulated • as mine) — merely because he is a
married man—has his hot water brought by this little
maid ? I don't understand it. You may print this, if

you like; only send me a few copies of Punch, when it
appears, that's a good fellow, and I will carelessly leave
them about, in the hope that Mes. Haycock may see
them—and by Jove ! if the hint is not taken, and my
bedroom changed—or, at least, made more comfortable
—1 '11—yes—(there's an uncommonly nice girl stopping
here)—1 '11 be hanged if I don't think very seriously of
getting married myself.

" Believe me, my dear Punch,
"Yours faithfully,

"ClTAELES SlNGLEBOT."