MY DINNER.

Thames Star, Volume III, Issue 1679, 21 May 1874, Page 2

MY DINNER.

(To tho Editor of the Evening Star.) *

Sic, —I am anything but a gourmand, and so long as my respected landlord (I am always in awe of landlords, both earthly and spiritually) gives me a littlo soup, a small bit of fish, and a cut of a joint, with a bit of cheese after it (I don't like sweets) I am almost satisfied, but there is a break in the bill of fare, and consequently I am not quite contented, being a descendant of those who were prbpogaled in" the " Gem of the Sea." I ' like r a'good Murphy, and being partly English (I forget on which side) I do.like a growl; and had it over the potatoes. The dinner autocrat said he could not help it if they were full of worm holes and other abominations; he could not buy a potato on the Thames fit to present to what they call in (I think) my mother's country "the gentleman that pays the rent," but what vulgar folks call the pig. Putting joking on one side it is true that the most useful article of food we know of is supplied to our dealers utterly useless. The potatoes being both diseased and worm eaten. Certainly we in the colonies need not dread anything like the disasters caused by the potatoe famine in Ireland '42 and '44, but who is coming' to the front to suggest a remedy for this yearly growing evil. We have an acclimatisation society importing insectiverous birds, etc., but the grubs seem to have set up an opposition shop of their own, and it is all Lombard-street to a china orange they'll win. l j ;Bptrb.