OUR PIGGERIES.

Evening Star, Volume IX, Issue 2762, 23 December 1871, Page 2

OUR PIGGERIES.

To the Editor. Sir, —Is inspector Nimon’s nose at fault? Ought not that important civic functionary to submit his nasal ergons-to periodical overhauls, and ought not a report thereon to be submitted to the Corporation from time to time ? The most delicate organs may by long familiarity with impure smells lose much of their sensitiveness ; and who will say that Inspector Nimon’s nose has not arrived at that stage when fceticl smells cease to offend ? It is my good fortune to have secured a house near the Pelichet Bay Jetty, and, by a happy combination of circumstances, my garden abuts upon a ditch, which the tide used to wash, but with the purification of which the railway embankment now rather interferes. True, the water still percolates through the embankment, but all the refuse org nic matter is left behind : so that 1 have a marine residence in part surrounded by a ditch, beautifully fringed wfth putrid vegetable matter, which, at times exhales the most delightful stench imaginable. This, however, could be borne. But, sir, my neighbour—a very estimable man—has taken advantage of this ditch to rear over it a house which is supported, Asmodeus-like, on sticks. This establishment is now open on an extensive scale as a piggery—a kind of preparatory school for young pigs, where i believe they are not only religiously educated, but are soon taught to become as philosophic as Bacou. There is no doubt that [the, [proprietor of this piggery—a most philanthropic and huniaue man—thought that the introduction of so respectable and extensive uu establishment would improve the neighborhood aud perhaps purity the atmosphere ; but I may be permitted to state, in view of the results, that the advantages have been over-estima-ted. The “ good intentions” of the proprietor remain, of course, the same. Sir, I am partial to pork, well fed, well killed, aud properly cooked; but I would have it ilis tmctly understood that this partiality doe* not extend to living pigs. Beautiful as is the pictorial effect imparted by them to a landscape, they are net, I submit, the most agreeable things to have directly under one’s nose. Nor am lan admirer—but this may result from some physical defect in me—of their music, not even when rendered iu a rich mellifluous barrow-tone. The aroma of the pig-sty is not the most invigorating element tu inspire, nor is it the most delicate tonic one would have recourseto to stimulate an appetite. But when the day of slaughter comes—and it comes very frequently—then, if the wind be only favorable, a treat indeed is presented to the olfactory organs. Then the blood and dirt of many pigs, entering into, delightful combination with the putrid matter iu the ditch, cause a mighty stuuch tu arise, greater than a thousand Blacks could produce, aud greater thau poor human nature cau well endure. At all events it lias proved just a little too much for me. Such a condition of atmosphere would make inspector Nimon’s heart rejoice, aud I earnestly invito him to pay our neighbor-hood an early visit. The important character of the subject here gravely discussed, will, 1 hope, justify my claim on your space. I am, &c., Balcu. December 23, 1871.