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a stall, and offered them to him. Chuny eyed him askance, took 
them, threw them beneath his feet, and when he had crushed 
them to pulp, spurned them from him. Young, who had gone 
into Covent Garden on the same errand as the gentleman who 
had preceded him, shortly after re-entered, and also held out to 
him some fruit, when, to the astonishment of the bystanders, 
the elephant ate every morsel, and after he had done so, twined 
his trunk with studied gentleness around Young’s waist, mark- 
ing by his action that, though he had resented a wrong, he did 
not forget a kindness. 
It was in the year 1814 that Harris parted with Chuny to 
Cross, the proprietor of the menagerie at Exeter Change. One 
of the purchaser’s first acts was to send Charles Young a life 
ticket of admission to his exhibition; and it was one of his little 
innocent vanities, when passing through the Strand with any 
friend, to drop in on Chuny, pay him a visit in his den, and 
show the intimate relations which existed between them. Some 
years after, when the elephant’s theatrical career was run, and 
he was reduced to play the part of captive in one of the cages of 
Exeter Change, a thoughtless dandy one day amused himself by 
teasing him with the repeated offer of lettuces — a vegetable for 
which he was known to have an antipathy. At last he pre- 
sented him with an apple, but, at the moment of his taking it, 
drove a large pin into his trunk, and then sprang out of his 
reach. The keeper seeing that the poor creature was getting angry, 
warned the silly fellow off, les he should become dangerous. 
With a contemptuous shrug of the shoulder, he trudged off to the 
other end of the gallery, and there displayed his cruel ingenuity 
on other humbler beasts, till, after the absence of half-an-hour, 
he once more approached one of the cages opposite the elephant’s. 
By this time he had forgotten his pranks with Chuny, but Chuny 
had not forgotten him ; and as he was standing with his back 
towards him, he thrust his proboscis through the bars of his 
prison, twitched off the offender’s hat, dragged it in to him, tore 
it to shreds, then threw it into the face of the offending gaby, 
consummating his revenge with a loud guffaw of exultation. All 
present proclaimed their approbation of this act of retributive 
justice, and the discomfited coxcomb had to retreat from the 
scene in confusion, jump into a hackney coach, and betake him- 
self to the hatter’s in quest of a new tile for his unroofed skull. 
The tragic end of poor Chuny must be within the recollection of 
many of my readers. From some cause unknown he went mad, 
and after poison had been tried in vain it took 152 shots, dis« 
charged by a detachment of the Guards, to despatch him. 1 
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