The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1841-03-26 00:00:00

game cock in an eastern county, whose crowing was of th
good Old English style. He had been brought up among

stirring Protestant boys, who took much pains to teach
him to crow articulately, so that he sounded out most music-
ally "No Popery," and no mistake. He had afterwards im-
proved himself by study and practice, till he had acquired the
facility of a master in such old-fashioned sayings as syna-
gogue of Satan, great apostacy, Babylon, Jezebel, to the
exceeding annoyance of certain emissaries from a foreign

potentate, who were resident in the county t
hated the glory of old England. Now it ha

certain nondescript bird, a cross between an Italian gander
and a Cheshire hen, who had been fattened in a Cheshire

dairy, and qualified for promotion in the world uii
IriTh Board of National Education,

s advanced to a nest

of great honour in the East ; and assuming in his person all
the dignity of his station, he strutted among Norfolk turkeys
like a bishop among hungry deacons. The foreigners were
delighted to find that this bird of dignity could not crow like
an English cock, and did not like cock crowing ; and they

hoped that through his influence the intolerable no popery
chanticleer might be silenced.

The attempt was made with considerable skill, but without
effect. Neither Cheshire cheese, nor Italian flummery would
go down with the noble bird; but rather the attempt to choke
him, served but to rouse his game blood into more vehement
circulation, and he crowed forth a homily of such power, in
old undeniable English, as terrified all the turkeys, and si-
lenced their chief. Old England reverberated the sound ;
and loud and numerous were the plaudits bestowed upon the
cock of the east. But alas ! there is no rose without a thorn,
no gourd without a worm, no honour without envy, no well-
earned praise without a pitiful detraction.

On the western coast there lived would-be-cock, but his
growth was so stunted, his propoßions so faulty, and his
voice so cracked, that he rever appeared and attempted to
crow, without exciting a mixture of compassion and ridicule.
He had been taught, but not in the real Old English school.
He had received a non-conformity twist wberf he was a
chicken, and all his little crowing ended in great I—l—l.
This biped was of a vaulting ambition, (not to call it vanity)
and wished to be FIRST : but he was over-matched, and
therefore obliged to abide in comparative obscurity. Hence
he resented beyond endurance the acclamations which at-
tended the real No-Popery cocks. Being afraid, however,
to attack directly those nearer home, he determined to have
a fling at them by a chivalrous interference in the eastern
question, as an apologist for the " Christian charity," as he
called it, or (to retain the parable) the inarticulate pee, pee,

pee's of the Norfolk turkey

The result was a little notoriety, and a consequent little
chuckle, but this was short-lived. It was, indeed, taken up
by the anti-English tribes of every wing, and re-sung with
variations by the sweet voices of " esteemed cotemporaries,"
who fancied they had found a champion. But oh ! pity 'tis!
champions don't grow on every bush. Petulance is not
power, neither is learning wisdom, and there is an essential
difference between a wasp and a bee. The genuine constau-
tional cocks of Old England expelled the moulting creature
from their societies, seeing that its new feathers were coming
This was the more keenly felt,