PROSPECTIVE CARGOES OF GIRLS.

Daily Telegraph (Napier), Issue 3516, 14 October 1882, Page 4

PROSPECTIVE CARGOES OF GIRLS.

Speaking jocularly at Grosvenor House meeting for tho emigration of English women to the colonies, London World observes :—' If Sir Saul Samuel is of the belief that, in counselling the Jellybys and Quales to shoot a cargo of girls on the shores of any over-manned colony, he is doing a kindness to either of these cockney Sabines or to the colonial Romans, who are so ready to offer them a share of a ' cockatoo' hut or a miner's tent, it is evident that the Agent General of New J-'outh Wales has still a good deal to learn. It is very pretty to tell of stalwnrt shepherds swearing over disrupted buttons.and gold diggers cooking their own pork and beans, and eating them on the edgo of their solitary ' bunks.' It is, of course, harrowing to hear of governesses in England passing rich on £20 a year, and Irish maids-of-all-work insolent in British Columbia at 30dols a month, two holidays a ■week, and 'no boots to brush,' a negro or [Frenchman being reserved for that domestic duty. It is, we dare say, not altogether mythical that a queue of Californians waited their turn to peep through a knot-hole in a log hut on the chance of seeing a middlcaged'woman making flap-jacks in the fryingpan, and that in ("arriboo a circle of gallants danced for half-an-hour round a straw bonnet in honour of tiie nameless female to to whom it might have belonged. Why. therefore, argues Mrs Jelly by, should not the superabundant pork and beans bo cooked and shared by some of the superabundant women ? Why, echoes Miss Wisk, should the mouth not to be sent to the ' damper' if the ' damper' cannot, be fetched to mouth ? Is the Joyous Sybarite from Nevada to pay for champagne bath to a San Franciscan Lais, while the London bonnet-maker preserves a precarious virtue on 3s 6d a week. Why, writes the rancher's wife from Manitoba, should I fry beefstakes sempiternally, when there are girles in England ready to do so for ten pounds a year and their victuals ? or bear the tantrums of Boston Bridget when, at the cost of the Grosvonor House ladies, T can obtain a paragon in the rough, who will curtsey at every word, and 'Yea, mum,' me from morn till dewey eve ?'