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am directed by His Excellency to state that government are compelled to adhere to fixed rules--THEY BY NO MEANS DOUBT THE VERACITY OF YOUR STATEMENT, but they have a duty to the public to perform, which imposes the necessity of never granting money in compensation, except when the clearest evidence of the loss is given, and that a personal statement no matter by whom given, is never accepted as sufficient testimony.
I have the honour to be, SIR, J. MOORE, A.C.S." (To) Mr. CARBONI RAFFAELLO, Gravel-pits, Ballaarat-flat.
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A 'Cheer-up' written for the MAGPIE of BALLAARAT, perched on the Southern Cross Hotel, Magpie-gully.
No more from MOORE; Too dear! his store. Hang the 'Compensation:' Speak of 'RESTITUTION!' 'Do not steal!' 'Restiuere?' 's an old Institution, Popish innovation. CHORUS. COO-HEE! Great works at Toorak! COO-HEE! Keep clear of th' WOOL-pack.
WATERLOOBOLTER CHIMES. SIP sop stir-up Toorak small beer do si la sol fa me re do Nip nap wash down chops nacks oh! dear.
Chapter XCIX.
Suppose I give now the kind (!) answer from Police-inspector HENRY FOSTER! it will give general satisfaction, I think:-
Police Department, Ballaarat, Nov. 2, 1854.
Sir,--In reply to your communication, dated 26th ultimo, on the subject of your having been deprived of your clothing during your arrest at this Camp, in December, 1855 [I think, Mr. Foster, it was in 1854] I have the honour to inform you, that to the best of my recollection, the clothing you wore when you were brought to the Camp consisted of a wide-awake hat, or cap, a red shirt, corduroy or moleskin trousers, and a pair of boots.
Of these articles, the cap, shirt, and boots were put amongst the surplus clothing taken from the other prisoners, and I am not aware how they were disposed of afterwards.
I must add, that the shirt alluded to was made of wool, under which you wore a cotton one, the latter of which you retained during your confinement.
I have the honour to be, Sir, Your obedient servant, HENRY FOSTER, Inspector of Police.
(To) SIGNOR CARBONI RAFFAELLO. Ballaarat.
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My money is not mentioned though! Very clever: and yet I know it was not Foster who did rob me.
However, good reader, if you believe that a Ballaarat miner, of sober habits and hard at work, has not got about his person, say a couple of one pound rags, well...there let's shut up the book at once, and here is the
END
P.S. If John Bull, cross-breed or pure blood, had been robbed in Italy, half less wantonly, and twice less cruelly, than myself, the whole British press and palaver 'in urbe or orbe terrarum' would have rung the chimes against Popish gendarmes and the holy (!) inquisition of the scarlet city. So far so good.
A friendless Italian is ROBBED under arrest on British ground, close by the British flag, by British troopers and traps: oh! that alters the case.
What business have these foreign beggars to come and dig for gold on British Crown lands?
BASTA COSI; 'that is', Great works!
Chapter C.
WANTED--Stuff, Anyhow, For The Last Chapter.
If 'The Age', always foremost in the cause of the digger, never mind his language or colour; if 'The Argus' would drop the appending 'a foreigner' to my name, and extend even unto me the old motto 'fair-play;' if 'The Herald' would set up the pedestal for me whom it has erected as a 'MONUMENT OF GRATITUDE;' I say, if the gentlemen Editors of the Melbourne Press, on the score of my being an old Collaborateur of the European Press, would for once give a pull, a strong pull, and a pull altogether, to drag out of the Toorak small-beer jug, the correspondence on the above matter between
1. SIR CHARLES HOTHAM, K.C.B. 2. W. C. HAINES, C.S. 3. W. FOSTER STAWELL, A.G. 4. Mr. STURT, Police Magistrate. 5. W. H. ARCHER, A.R.G. 6. CAPTAIN M`MAHON. 7. POLICE-INSPECTOR H. FOSTER. 8. Another whom I detest to name, and 9. SIGNOR CARBONI RAFFAELLO, M.L.C. of Ballaarat,
it would astonish the natives, teach what emigration
I have the honour to be, SIR, J. MOORE, A.C.S." (To) Mr. CARBONI RAFFAELLO, Gravel-pits, Ballaarat-flat.
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A 'Cheer-up' written for the MAGPIE of BALLAARAT, perched on the Southern Cross Hotel, Magpie-gully.
No more from MOORE; Too dear! his store. Hang the 'Compensation:' Speak of 'RESTITUTION!' 'Do not steal!' 'Restiuere?' 's an old Institution, Popish innovation. CHORUS. COO-HEE! Great works at Toorak! COO-HEE! Keep clear of th' WOOL-pack.
WATERLOOBOLTER CHIMES. SIP sop stir-up Toorak small beer do si la sol fa me re do Nip nap wash down chops nacks oh! dear.
Chapter XCIX.
Suppose I give now the kind (!) answer from Police-inspector HENRY FOSTER! it will give general satisfaction, I think:-
Police Department, Ballaarat, Nov. 2, 1854.
Sir,--In reply to your communication, dated 26th ultimo, on the subject of your having been deprived of your clothing during your arrest at this Camp, in December, 1855 [I think, Mr. Foster, it was in 1854] I have the honour to inform you, that to the best of my recollection, the clothing you wore when you were brought to the Camp consisted of a wide-awake hat, or cap, a red shirt, corduroy or moleskin trousers, and a pair of boots.
Of these articles, the cap, shirt, and boots were put amongst the surplus clothing taken from the other prisoners, and I am not aware how they were disposed of afterwards.
I must add, that the shirt alluded to was made of wool, under which you wore a cotton one, the latter of which you retained during your confinement.
I have the honour to be, Sir, Your obedient servant, HENRY FOSTER, Inspector of Police.
(To) SIGNOR CARBONI RAFFAELLO. Ballaarat.
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My money is not mentioned though! Very clever: and yet I know it was not Foster who did rob me.
However, good reader, if you believe that a Ballaarat miner, of sober habits and hard at work, has not got about his person, say a couple of one pound rags, well...there let's shut up the book at once, and here is the
END
P.S. If John Bull, cross-breed or pure blood, had been robbed in Italy, half less wantonly, and twice less cruelly, than myself, the whole British press and palaver 'in urbe or orbe terrarum' would have rung the chimes against Popish gendarmes and the holy (!) inquisition of the scarlet city. So far so good.
A friendless Italian is ROBBED under arrest on British ground, close by the British flag, by British troopers and traps: oh! that alters the case.
What business have these foreign beggars to come and dig for gold on British Crown lands?
BASTA COSI; 'that is', Great works!
Chapter C.
WANTED--Stuff, Anyhow, For The Last Chapter.
If 'The Age', always foremost in the cause of the digger, never mind his language or colour; if 'The Argus' would drop the appending 'a foreigner' to my name, and extend even unto me the old motto 'fair-play;' if 'The Herald' would set up the pedestal for me whom it has erected as a 'MONUMENT OF GRATITUDE;' I say, if the gentlemen Editors of the Melbourne Press, on the score of my being an old Collaborateur of the European Press, would for once give a pull, a strong pull, and a pull altogether, to drag out of the Toorak small-beer jug, the correspondence on the above matter between
1. SIR CHARLES HOTHAM, K.C.B. 2. W. C. HAINES, C.S. 3. W. FOSTER STAWELL, A.G. 4. Mr. STURT, Police Magistrate. 5. W. H. ARCHER, A.R.G. 6. CAPTAIN M`MAHON. 7. POLICE-INSPECTOR H. FOSTER. 8. Another whom I detest to name, and 9. SIGNOR CARBONI RAFFAELLO, M.L.C. of Ballaarat,
it would astonish the natives, teach what emigration