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placid ; the n>:ck a little elongated and arched, well set on 

 to the shoulders, which ought to slope backwards, be broad 

 and level, deep, with fine shoulder-points ; brisket deep, 

 prominent and broad between the fore lefi;3 ; ribs round, 

 back straight, quarters long, full-fleshed thighs, deep and full 

 at twist ; arms full above, fine at knee ; flanks deep and full; 

 tail well set on, at right angles with back, and not thick or 

 coarse; colours, roan, red, white, or flecked — black, or 

 shadings of black on skin, hair, horns, or hoofs objection- 

 able. Altogether, the animal ought to have a gay and 

 " stylish" appearance in gait as well as in form, which 

 breeders consider betokening high blood, and which most 

 animals of the Shorthorn tribe have more or less. The 

 same characters will, with allowances for the more feminine 

 appearance, answer for the cow, though I should add fuU 

 development of udder, not fleshy, well-set teats, good milk 

 veins, and perhaps a hereditary character for good milking 

 qualities. The following points are the work of a young 

 friend who has kindly helped me. Perhaps the best way to 

 treat them is for a few of our members to take the pleasant 

 labour of trying the prize animals by these rules at our local 

 shows, and reporting the result : — 



No. of points. What constitutes goodness. 



Head 4 Moderate length, wide, and rather 



dished, with clear horns, and flesh- 

 coloured nose — not black. 



Neck ..; 1 Being well sprung from shoulders, and 



slightly arched. 



Neck vein 2 Prominent and full. 



ci^n \A ^ 1 6 Former being well thrown back and wide 



snouidei anai ^^ ^^p^ "points" well covered, and not 

 '^ °^^ ■* prominent. Crops being very full. 



Breast 2 Coming well forward, wide, and full. 



Back 3 Breadth and levelness. 



Loin 4 Breadth, and being well covered, not low. 



Hocks 2 Breadth, and being at right angles with 



back bone. 



Rumps 2 Not being drooped. 



Quarter 2 Length,levelness,andbeing well filled up. 



Thigh 2 Length and fineness, and being well 



beefed inwards. 



Twists 3 Coming well down. 



Hock 1 Being well bent, and not turned in. 



Flank .3 Full, and coming well forward. 



Back ribs 3 Well sprung from back, and round. 



Fore ribs 3 Round, and coming well down. 



Quality & hair,, 4 Skin not being too thin, but soft and 

 mellow, hair long and silky. 



Colour 1 Roans and reds. 



Udder & milk 1 3 Well-formed teats and udder, large milk 

 vesael J veins. 



Tr — 



At the monthly meeting of the Newcastle Farmers* Club 

 on Saturday the 4th of August, 



Mr. Atkinson, in reply to the Chairman, said he agreed 

 with most of the points which Mr. Chrisp had named in the 

 paper, but thought too much stress was laid on a long head. 

 Nor was he in favour of a very long breast, for it indicated 

 a deficiency of weight. 



Mr. Hedley suggested that Mr. Chrisp should give a few 

 points to elegance and style. No matter how well an animal 

 might be formed, if it had a lowering gait it never looked 

 well. 



Mr. Chrisp thought the shape should give style, but had 

 no objection to voting a few points for that. He did not 

 advocate a long head, but a short head was also objectionable. 



The discussion then ended, to be resumed at some future 

 day, when the matter has been more matured. 



YE CANTERBURY PILGRIMS OF 1860. 



To Canterbury's festival 



From Southwerk's Tabard poured. 

 No widow of three husbands. 



No miller, friar, or lord. 

 No Kuight of Alexandria, 



No clerk of Oxenforde. 



Still hundreds of staunch pilgrims 



Are journeying towards the shrine, 

 Not on jennet, mule, or palfrey. 



But along the Kentish line; 

 And their talk is not of martyrs. 



But of fleece, and flitch, and chine. 



From deep green valleys on the Wharfe, 



From iJevon's quiet lanes, 

 From the breezy wolds of Brocklesby, 



And Wiltshire's chalky plains — 

 Men of eagle-eye and delicate touch. 



And calm far-seeing brains. 



Ye Colonel Towneley is there — who taught 



The Warlaby Knight to yield. 

 In the days of his Windsor and Bridesmaid might— 



With Culshaw to bear his shield : 

 His arms two butterflies quartered. 



With gules on an azure field. 



In vain 'gainst his Royal Butterfly 



Four Princes in conclave met, 

 Fortune has smiled on the roan once more ; 



And his buxom bride Rosette 

 Has baffled the spells of the fair Queen Mab, 



And beat Lady Pigot's pet. 



Hard by her "The Nestor of Shorthorns" sits 



(On a tub or a truss) at ease. 

 And countless disciples around him flock. 



To hear how he likes the decrees. 

 Ne'er lived a rarer judge of a beast 



On the banks of the stately Tees. 



Grundy from Rochdale has come with his Faitb, 



Determined no fight to shirk ; 

 Wood Rose is there to boast for herself 



Of descent from the famed Grand Turk ; 

 Ay ! httle did Captain Gunter wot 



Of the thorns in a rose which lurk. 



But first and second the Captain stood. 



With his beautiful Duchess twins, 

 Liverpool judges endorsed the white. 



But orthodox roan now wins ; 

 And Bedfordshire was a capital third 



With Claret from Clifton bins. 



See near them the mottle-faced beef machines, 



From Hereford pastures sent. 

 Shorthorns may boast of their pedigree — 



" These gentlemen pay the rent :" 

 But where, oh ! where are the champion beasts 



Of slow, self-satisfied Kent.' 

 Here, too, are the plums of " the juicy red line," 



From Turner and Quartley's store ; 

 Lancashire rules supreme with its white, 



And Suffolk with its black boar; 

 And chesnuts from Cretingham Rookery go. 



As in olden time, to the fore. 

 As pure in descent as a Booth or a Bates, 



Stood Sanday's Leicester array; 

 Shropshire is proud of its Patentee ; 



And eighteen strong to the fray 

 Marched Jonas Webb with his Southdown' tups. 



And Richmond can't bid him Nay. 

 And the lesson these Royal pilgrims teach. 



Is, " Put some life in your shire. 

 As batsmen and hoppers, you've scored right well — 



But Romney Marsh should aspire ; 

 Just hew up for faggots your turn-wrest ploughs. 



And brighten your " Kentish fire." 



-From Punch. 



