A WOMAN FOE CHOPS.

Thames Star, Volume VII, Issue 2584, 19 April 1877, Page 3

A WOMAN FOE CHOPS.

. The other night. I paid my'^butcher; 6ne of the miracles of these times, you will say. Let me tell.you I have'all my life been seeking for a butcher whose respect for genius predominated over his love of gain. I could not make out, before I dealt with this man, his excessive desire that I should be his customer; his sly hints', as I passed his shop, that he had " a bit of Sduthdown, very fine; a sweetbread, perfection; and a calf's foot that was all jelly without bone ?, " The. other day he called, and I had him sent up into the painting-room. I found him in great admiration of " Alexander." " Quite alive, sir! " "I am glad to think so," said I, "Yes, sir; but, as I have said often to my, sister, you could not have painted that picture, sir, if you had not eat my meat, sir! " " Very true, Mr Sowerby." " Ah, sir, I have a fancy for genius, sir! " " Have you, Mr Sowerby ?"• " Yes, sir. Mrs Siddons has eat* my meat sir ; never was such a woman for chops, sir ! " and he drew up his beefy, shiny face, clean shaved, with a clean blue cravat under his chin, a clean jacket, a clean apron, and a pair of hands that would pin an ox to the earth if be was obstreperous. " Ah! sir, she was a wonderful crayture!" "She was, Mr Sowerby." "Ah, sir, when she used to act that there character, you see (but, Lord, such a bead ! as I say to 1 my sister) —that there woman, sir,' that murders * a king between 'em." " Oh, Lady Macbeth." " Ah, sir, that's it—Lady Macbeth. I used to get up with the butler behind her carriage when she acted, and I used to see her looking quite wild, and all the people frightened. 'Ah, ha, my lady !' says I, "if it wasn't for my meat, though, you wouldn't be able to do that.'" " Mr Sowerby, you seem to be a man of feeling ; will you take a glass of wine ? " After a bow or two, down he sat, and by degrees his heart opened. "You see, sir, I have fed Mrs Siddons; sir; John Kemble, sir; Charles Kemble, siv > Stephen Kemble, sir; Madame Catalini, sir; Morland, the painter; and i —I beg your pardon, sir—and you, sir." "Mr Sowerby, you do me honour." "Madame Catalini, sir, was a wonderful woman for sweetbreads ; but the Kemble family, sir -the gentlemen, sir—rumpsteaks and kidneys in general was their taste; but Mrs Siddons, sir,' she liked chops as much as you do sir," &o. I soon perceived that the man's ambition was to feed genius. , I shall, recommend you to him.— Letter of Haydon in the first SanstSouci.

W. FiNiiAY, one of the earliest established Watch and Clock Makers on the Thames, WISHES IT KNOWN that he has again commenced business in Williamson street, in connection with the Manufacturing tfeweliepy Business of his brother, Mr Jaaies Finjay, and is prepared to undertake all branches of the Watch and Clock-making business. " Kepairs executed with promptness. Charges moderate.—[Advt.] Out op Season.—An empty pepperbox.