The History of Margaret Catchpole, a Suffolk Girl — John Shaqi
The History of Margaret Catchpole, a Suffolk GirlCobbold, Richard
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The History of Margaret Catchpole, a Suffolk Girl
Cobbold, Richard
Catchpole, Margaret, 1762-1819 -- Fiction
"In my opinion, this bird is the peafowl of this country, and not a
pheasant. Early in the morning, I have seen him spring from the
thickest brushwood, and wing his arrow-like flight to the tallest
tree, and there he appears to mimic the notes of the various
songsters around him. But the most beautiful attitude that I once
saw him in beats everything I ever beheld of what men term
politeness. I have heard and have read of delicate attentions paid
to our sex by men of noble and generous dispositions; but I
scarcely ever heard of such devoted attention as I one day
witnessed in this noble bird towards his mate. I saw her sitting in
the heat of the meridian sun upon her nest, and the cock bird
seated near her, with his tail expanded, like a bower overshadowing
her; and, as the sun moved, so did he turn his elegant parasol to
guard her from his rays. Now and then he turned his bright eye to
see if she was comfortable, and she answered his inquiry with a
gentle note and rustle of her feathers.
"Was not this a sight calculated to teach us all gentleness? Dear
lady, as I looked upon it, the tears came warmly down my cheeks, as
I thought of your good husband and yourself; and I dreamed of your
writing a poem upon this subject, and reading it to the young
ladies in the school-room. I had often wondered what use the tail
of this bird could be to him. If this be one of its general uses,
surely it is truly ornamental and useful. I hope these birds will
come safe to hand. Captain Brooks of the _Buffalo_, promised me
faithfully that he would himself forward them into Suffolk. The
thought that they may reach you and give you pleasure will make me
happy for many a long day. Owing to the late floods, every thing is
become very dear: pork, 2_s._; beef and mutton, 2_s._ 3_d._; soft
sugar, 6_s._ and 8_s._; tea, £1 10_s._ per pound; a bushel of
wheat, £1 5_s._; printed cotton, 10_s._ to 12_s._ per yard; shoes,
for females, 13_s._ per pair. Scarcely any linen cloth to be had.
Newspapers, of any date, 1_s._ a-piece.
"But your chest, just now arrived, contains so many things of
value, that my good Mrs. Palmer has at once proposed that I should
at once open a little shop at Richmond Hill. I wrote word, in my
uncle's letter, or in my last to you, about my offer of marriage,
but the gentleman is since dead, and has left his property to the
management of Mrs. Palmer. She says I shall have a cottage of my
own, with land attached to it, and begin business for myself. You
know not, dear lady, how valuable all those things are which you
have sent to me. But your letters, and those of Mrs. Sleorgin--oh,
what a comfort they have been to me!
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