CORRESPONDENCE.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume II, Issue 207, 23 September 1874, Page 2

CORRESPONDENCE.

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TO the editor. Sib, —I write toinform you that we have justgone through tile process of docking lambs and have taken a jolly feed of Lambs' Tail' Pie. The idea forced upon me is what a vast amount of splendid food is annually destroyed, or otherwise neglected in the New Zealand and Australian Colonies. You will please remember that lambs’ tails are worth as much per lb. as any other kind of meat, and more so in England in parts where made a trade of. Many persons would purchase them for the novelty of the thing; others from their wellknown iustrhisie value. A few casks of nicely pickled, or preserved, lambs’ tails would sell well in the Auckland or any other market. Then again, skins well preserved would be of a high commercial Value both in England and America, not forgetting the poor London Cubby’s cold frosty lingers. Trusting something from your able pen may be the cause of some industrious persevering people of small means having the cause to thank you for reading your valuable journal.—l am, &c ,

Charles Pbibstlby.

P.S.— You can comment upon this in any way you please, but I cun assure you it is of considerable importance, and taking the whole of the Australian Colonies it might be of us much importance as the Poverty Bay Oil Springs.

Sib, —On behalf of the travelling community, 1 beg to request that, as a professed advocate of the rights of the, people, you will give publicity to the complaint I have to make relative to the overcrowding of passengers, and the carrying of stock on board steamers, in such numbers and manner as are contrary to law.

You will remember, Sir, that I personally drew your attention to the state in which the Pretty' Jane left the harbour on Monday' last, and I now wish that the true facts may be made known through your columns. There were, some 20 passengers on board the Pretty Jane, amongst whom were six ladies and two children, literally “ stowed away ” in wretched little cribs, which, by courtesy are, in a collective sense, called the “ ladies cabin and I am informed that “ on a pinch ” (eight human beings packed like herrings is not a “ pinch,” I suppose) as many as ten or a dozen ladies have to undergo the miseries of a long sea voyage in this confined space. The.gentlemen’s cabin, or “saloon,’ ns it is culled, is no better, as fur as personal comfort is concerned ; the only difference is that it is larger, and, consequently, holds a greater number in the same proportion. But bad as these discomforts are, they are nothing us compared with the danger to health arising from the presence of the stock, which crowd up to the very doors. Upon a flush deck these 20 passengers were actually hemmed in between two lots of sheep, one lot in front, and another aft; there was no escape from the effluvia emitted from these animals; the fresh air, so refreshing to helpless persons in a sick chamber, is, of course, contaminated with the noxious vuoours generated by animal filth, to say nothing of the effect the close proximity of a camping ground must naturally have on the minds and stomachs of those who are not. victims to sea sickness.

I do think, Sir, something should be done in this matter ; and having called your attention to it, I trust you will maintain the principles of your journal, by stating the law of the case for the information of the public and Yours, &c., Vox.

The following is clipped from the Thames Evening Star : — People who migrate to the colonies invariably lay to their souls the pleasing concept that they come to a land of glorious freedqm, where there is none of that ridiculous distinction between the “classes,” which, in the old world, are so innumerable. Not only, however, do “ new chums ” make this mistake —for mistake it is—but “ old chums ” do so likewise : having once made up their minds that it is so, Ihey won’t be convinced to the contrary. But they are nevertheless in error. An instance of how Dockyard man N o. 1 declines to recognise Dockyard man No. 2, and so on with the smaller gentry, has beeu related. A fashionable lady of this district recently paid an early visit to another fashionable lady—the lady visited having, if anything, greater claims to fashion than her visitor. After some conversation, which is peculiar to “ morning calls ” no less than to that section of the community known as the Upper Ten, Fashionable lady No. 1 begs her friend to “ stay to our B, dear.” “ Quite impossible, my love.” replied No. 2 ; “ I’m not ■ dressed ’ you know.” Said No. 1, “ Oh, don’t make that a consideration ; we only receive the common people this evening.” Ye gods I Hearken unto this. The Passing of the Licensing Act. —The Wellington Tribune states that it is a remarkable fact that on the night of the debate on Mr. Vogel’s Licensing Act Amendment Bill, there were more drinks sold at Bellamy’s than on any otherniglit of the session. The receipts were £9 higher than they had been previously —a practical protest, we presume, by certain members against the view propounded to the House by the eloquent and earnest advocate of total abstinence.