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July 21, 1855
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PUNCH. CR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
3)
" With respect to the Cochin hird, whose
THE COCHIN-CHINA CORRESPONDENCE. ,'p'ace of birth you have—I have no doubt un-
| willingly—mis-represented,—I have the pleasure
S we have been re-; to inform you, that although of foreign extraction,
quested to publish the creature is a British-born subject, being pro-
the subjoined cor-! duced from a setting of eggs presented to my-
respondence, and self by Mrs. Major Shelldrake, who had her
as it relates to a setting from Mrs. General Bullyragg, who
too common griev- had her's from her own daughter, the Lady of
ance in which the ! the Bishop op Heligoland—an individual as
peace of many distinguished for the curious rarity of his poultry,
worthy families as for the orthodoxy of his principles,
is continually com- " I think, Madam, 1 have now most satisfac-
promised, Mr. torily replied to you with respect to the origin
Punch cannot for and country of the bird you have too harshly
a moment hesitate
to do his best to-
wards the cause of
public and do-
mestic tranquillity.
Mi. Punch may
merely add, that
the correspon-
slandered, and remain,
Yours, obediently, C. B."
fully robbed by
the Chinese of
their tails, and
cruelly divested
of their nether
feathers — known
as Cochin Chinas.
The correspon-
dence is that of
two ladies; and
is therefore characterised by a gentleness and forbearance truly feminine.
" Primrose Lodge, Clarence Park, June —, 1855.
"Dear Mrs. Broomblossom,— May 1 as an acquaintance and neighbour beg to call
your attention to your poultry? I assure you, the noise is most distressing*—particularly of
the male bird, or birds ; for there must be half-a-dozen, though 1 am told, it is but a single
creature that makes all the disturbance. From the hour of dav-break until the baker rings .■> . , , .
with ihe rolls, that dreadful Cochin-China destroys the peace of my family. 1 am sure, dear Tnrown imo uie oar0ain.
Mrs. Broomblossom, that I have but to call your attention to this fact—our houses are, I
hope 1 may stia say fortunately, so close,—for you to make the noisy creature have compassion
upon us. « £ver yours, Mary Millefleurs."
" Madam,—Tt is nothing to me where your
brute of a bird comes from, it is enough that
the whole neighbourhood is raised by it. Mr
Millepleurs has done nothing but turn and
dence relates to , turn in his bed without a wink since 3, and hat
the encourage-1 now gone to the City more dead than alive. 1
ment of a breed of | have just received a note from him, saying that,
poultry — shame- j he feels so ill, from want of sleep, that he thinks
he shall be obliged to accept, a hurried invitation
to go to Greenwich to dine.
" And so am I, a wife and mother of a family,
to be deprived of the society of a husband and
father, because you will keep what must be a
nuisance to all the neighbourhood, and a filthy
thing to look at besides !
" It is not our wish to resort to strong mea-
sures,—but we cannot be kept awake all night
by the shrieks of a foreigner, even though de-
scended from an orthodox bishop.
" Yours, M. M."
" P.S. If your young ladies are so fond of
birds, the neighbourhood—Mr. M. desires me
to say—will, no doubt, allow you to take out the
Cochin's weight in macaws, with even a peacock
" Mrs. Broomblossom presents her compli-
ments to Mrs. Millefletjrs. Mrs. B. can be
in no way in want of a macaio ; for she has only
to imagine Mrs. M. reading one of her own
Minerva llov.se, C larence Park, June —-, 18oo. Utters
Dear Mrs. Millepleurs,—I am very sorry that the note of the poor bird should, in " Neither has Mrs. B. any wish to keep a
any manner, distress the delicacy of yo ir organisation. You know, dear Madam, or perhaps peacock at her own cost; seeing that she has
might know, that it is one of the laws of natural history that chanticleer should salute the an opposite neighbour, whose vanity as much
rising mom. My bird does no more than follow the unerring statutes of instinct. If at this exceeds that of the bird, as her good looks fall
season, Phcebus flames in his car at an early hour, the cock, which is sacred to yEsculapius, I short of it.
who aga'ii is sacred to Apollo, must denote the event at a corresponding time. i " Mrs. B. has the further pleasure to inform
" The fMor bird is, I assure you, an especial favourite with all my young ladies, who would— j Mrs. M. that early this morning one of her finest,
but for my vigilance—kill the dear creature with kindness. Let me, dear Mrs. Millepleurs, | Cochins hatched a magnificent brood of eleven
ask a little further indulgence for the dear Cochin. He has only been with us a month, and
I'm told in time one might sleep in St. Paul's belfry without ever hearing it strike midnight.
" Yours, sincerely, Caroline Broomblossom."
Hen and.. Chickens doing well.'
"Mrs. Millepleurs has consulted Mr. Fur-
nival— the lawyer under Mrs. M.'s marriage
" Dear Madam—It is not for me to say to whom your Cochin is sacred. I can only say settlement—and instructed him, with the know
to us, it is a nuisance. Since half-past three this morning, neither Mr. Mtllefleurs— (and ledge of her husband,—to indict Mrs. Broom-
he has to go in the City by ten, and your bird has made him this last week look as haggard as blossom under the JNuisance Act. it mav,
n ?^cA)-neither Mr. Millepleurs nor myself have closed our eyes. perhaps, delight the vindictive nature oi Mbs.
"I have no doubt, Madam, that your bird may be a favourite with your pupils—girls B to know that, worn out by want of sleep,
knowing not hing of the responsibilities of life. But when the City has claims upon the head of Mr. M. was last nighty compelled to repose ai,
a family—1 must say 1 do think it a little too hard that he should be deprived of his tne Crown and Sceptre.
natural rest, by a monstrous catarrh in leathers (as Mr. Millefleurs calls your Cochin) from--—
the moment.of dav-break. And talking of day-break I'm sure the creature very often » M]RS Broomblossom, m clo'sing this cur
takes the tram for the car of P^«-as you call it-for sometimes all night long-/ can respondence, can only hope that, Mr. Mille
heftrhim-he does nothing out crow ag;onst the railway whistle fleurs had a good night's rest. Mr. Lyonsinn,
Wishing to live at peace with my neighbours !t is no affair of mine whether your Cochin (mrs. B.'s solicitor) may be addressed by Mr.
is sacred to anybody—I can only say that, as I hear, it comes from the land of the heathen; Pubnival "
and whether or nod that matters not—that any way it is unfit for any Christian hen-roost. 1 ' ^=________==:____
" Yours, sincerely, M. M."
--- Strange Departure.
Madam,—Minerva House is, happily, too well-founded upon a basis of Rock, to fear The Daily News says, " Common sense has
either the sneers or the misrepresentations of common natures. As for the young ladies departed from the War Office." We are ex
entrusted by parental solicitude to my instruction,—I can only say that more than one tremely sorry to hear of this departure, but, fot
coronet—one coronet, Madam—is at the present hour t o be found upon the fair brow of more the life of us we never knew that Common Sejsise
than one of my Sieves. (But I will not dwell on this.) had been lodging there.
PUNCH. CR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
3)
" With respect to the Cochin hird, whose
THE COCHIN-CHINA CORRESPONDENCE. ,'p'ace of birth you have—I have no doubt un-
| willingly—mis-represented,—I have the pleasure
S we have been re-; to inform you, that although of foreign extraction,
quested to publish the creature is a British-born subject, being pro-
the subjoined cor-! duced from a setting of eggs presented to my-
respondence, and self by Mrs. Major Shelldrake, who had her
as it relates to a setting from Mrs. General Bullyragg, who
too common griev- had her's from her own daughter, the Lady of
ance in which the ! the Bishop op Heligoland—an individual as
peace of many distinguished for the curious rarity of his poultry,
worthy families as for the orthodoxy of his principles,
is continually com- " I think, Madam, 1 have now most satisfac-
promised, Mr. torily replied to you with respect to the origin
Punch cannot for and country of the bird you have too harshly
a moment hesitate
to do his best to-
wards the cause of
public and do-
mestic tranquillity.
Mi. Punch may
merely add, that
the correspon-
slandered, and remain,
Yours, obediently, C. B."
fully robbed by
the Chinese of
their tails, and
cruelly divested
of their nether
feathers — known
as Cochin Chinas.
The correspon-
dence is that of
two ladies; and
is therefore characterised by a gentleness and forbearance truly feminine.
" Primrose Lodge, Clarence Park, June —, 1855.
"Dear Mrs. Broomblossom,— May 1 as an acquaintance and neighbour beg to call
your attention to your poultry? I assure you, the noise is most distressing*—particularly of
the male bird, or birds ; for there must be half-a-dozen, though 1 am told, it is but a single
creature that makes all the disturbance. From the hour of dav-break until the baker rings .■> . , , .
with ihe rolls, that dreadful Cochin-China destroys the peace of my family. 1 am sure, dear Tnrown imo uie oar0ain.
Mrs. Broomblossom, that I have but to call your attention to this fact—our houses are, I
hope 1 may stia say fortunately, so close,—for you to make the noisy creature have compassion
upon us. « £ver yours, Mary Millefleurs."
" Madam,—Tt is nothing to me where your
brute of a bird comes from, it is enough that
the whole neighbourhood is raised by it. Mr
Millepleurs has done nothing but turn and
dence relates to , turn in his bed without a wink since 3, and hat
the encourage-1 now gone to the City more dead than alive. 1
ment of a breed of | have just received a note from him, saying that,
poultry — shame- j he feels so ill, from want of sleep, that he thinks
he shall be obliged to accept, a hurried invitation
to go to Greenwich to dine.
" And so am I, a wife and mother of a family,
to be deprived of the society of a husband and
father, because you will keep what must be a
nuisance to all the neighbourhood, and a filthy
thing to look at besides !
" It is not our wish to resort to strong mea-
sures,—but we cannot be kept awake all night
by the shrieks of a foreigner, even though de-
scended from an orthodox bishop.
" Yours, M. M."
" P.S. If your young ladies are so fond of
birds, the neighbourhood—Mr. M. desires me
to say—will, no doubt, allow you to take out the
Cochin's weight in macaws, with even a peacock
" Mrs. Broomblossom presents her compli-
ments to Mrs. Millefletjrs. Mrs. B. can be
in no way in want of a macaio ; for she has only
to imagine Mrs. M. reading one of her own
Minerva llov.se, C larence Park, June —-, 18oo. Utters
Dear Mrs. Millepleurs,—I am very sorry that the note of the poor bird should, in " Neither has Mrs. B. any wish to keep a
any manner, distress the delicacy of yo ir organisation. You know, dear Madam, or perhaps peacock at her own cost; seeing that she has
might know, that it is one of the laws of natural history that chanticleer should salute the an opposite neighbour, whose vanity as much
rising mom. My bird does no more than follow the unerring statutes of instinct. If at this exceeds that of the bird, as her good looks fall
season, Phcebus flames in his car at an early hour, the cock, which is sacred to yEsculapius, I short of it.
who aga'ii is sacred to Apollo, must denote the event at a corresponding time. i " Mrs. B. has the further pleasure to inform
" The fMor bird is, I assure you, an especial favourite with all my young ladies, who would— j Mrs. M. that early this morning one of her finest,
but for my vigilance—kill the dear creature with kindness. Let me, dear Mrs. Millepleurs, | Cochins hatched a magnificent brood of eleven
ask a little further indulgence for the dear Cochin. He has only been with us a month, and
I'm told in time one might sleep in St. Paul's belfry without ever hearing it strike midnight.
" Yours, sincerely, Caroline Broomblossom."
Hen and.. Chickens doing well.'
"Mrs. Millepleurs has consulted Mr. Fur-
nival— the lawyer under Mrs. M.'s marriage
" Dear Madam—It is not for me to say to whom your Cochin is sacred. I can only say settlement—and instructed him, with the know
to us, it is a nuisance. Since half-past three this morning, neither Mr. Mtllefleurs— (and ledge of her husband,—to indict Mrs. Broom-
he has to go in the City by ten, and your bird has made him this last week look as haggard as blossom under the JNuisance Act. it mav,
n ?^cA)-neither Mr. Millepleurs nor myself have closed our eyes. perhaps, delight the vindictive nature oi Mbs.
"I have no doubt, Madam, that your bird may be a favourite with your pupils—girls B to know that, worn out by want of sleep,
knowing not hing of the responsibilities of life. But when the City has claims upon the head of Mr. M. was last nighty compelled to repose ai,
a family—1 must say 1 do think it a little too hard that he should be deprived of his tne Crown and Sceptre.
natural rest, by a monstrous catarrh in leathers (as Mr. Millefleurs calls your Cochin) from--—
the moment.of dav-break. And talking of day-break I'm sure the creature very often » M]RS Broomblossom, m clo'sing this cur
takes the tram for the car of P^«-as you call it-for sometimes all night long-/ can respondence, can only hope that, Mr. Mille
heftrhim-he does nothing out crow ag;onst the railway whistle fleurs had a good night's rest. Mr. Lyonsinn,
Wishing to live at peace with my neighbours !t is no affair of mine whether your Cochin (mrs. B.'s solicitor) may be addressed by Mr.
is sacred to anybody—I can only say that, as I hear, it comes from the land of the heathen; Pubnival "
and whether or nod that matters not—that any way it is unfit for any Christian hen-roost. 1 ' ^=________==:____
" Yours, sincerely, M. M."
--- Strange Departure.
Madam,—Minerva House is, happily, too well-founded upon a basis of Rock, to fear The Daily News says, " Common sense has
either the sneers or the misrepresentations of common natures. As for the young ladies departed from the War Office." We are ex
entrusted by parental solicitude to my instruction,—I can only say that more than one tremely sorry to hear of this departure, but, fot
coronet—one coronet, Madam—is at the present hour t o be found upon the fair brow of more the life of us we never knew that Common Sejsise
than one of my Sieves. (But I will not dwell on this.) had been lodging there.