THE COTTAGE GARDENER AND COUNTRY GENTLEMAN, March 16, 18o8. 
realise the sum his imagination put on them. “But while 
the grass grows, the steed starves.” He lost a fortune, while 
the other made one. 
Such histories have their application in other pursuits. 
We know many such among poultry amateurs. There is, 
however, this difference, that with them poultry is a pastime, 
and involves no great loss under any circumstances. 
We know two amateurs, and exhibitors, following the same 
pursuit, and moving in exactly the same station in life, turn¬ 
ing their attention to the same classes, and enjoying an equal 
proportion, and that a large one, of success. One sold last 
year nearly £300 worth of poultry, bearing a good profit; the 
other scarcely cleared his expenses. Both yards are visited. 
Both owners have numerous letters, and applications to pur¬ 
chase. One states at the outset everything is for sale; the 
other informs his visitor no price will tempt him to dispose 
of liis best birds. One sells his prize pens at a large price, 
and then successfully sets about to form others ; the other 
keeps them till age and wear and tear have made them worth¬ 
less. One is a good salesman, and leads his visitor up a 
sliding-scale of merit and value, each pen being only a trifle 
more than its predecessor; the other would rather have his 
birds praised and admired, than purchased. We do not mean 
to say gentlemen are to turn higglers ; but it is a pleasant 
pastime to deal in these things, and. not more derogatory than 
to sell cattle, sheep, or pigs. This, however, only applies to 
those who complain they cannot make their poultry pay. 
It is difficult to render it profitable without exhibiting; but 
if that is judiciously done, any one may indulge his hobby, 
not only gratis, but enjoy many pleasures at its expense. 
GAME EOWLS AT THE LIVERPOOL 
POULTRY SHOW. 
When Mr. Worrall gives “ Golden Mooney ” the expla¬ 
nation he asks, as to why the Secretary of the Liverpool 
Poultry Show received the entries of his coadjutor’s Game 
Cocks, under an assumed name, he will, perhaps, have the 
goodness to correct a report, which is prevalent in poultry 
circles, that a man of the name of William Gilliver, a paid 
servant of Mr. G. W. Moss, was allowed, by the Committee, 
to take charge of the Game Cocks in the Show ; which really 
means, that he had the advantage, allowed to the servant of 
no other exhibitor, of being with his master’s Game Cocks 
the whole time, when nobody else was admitted into the Show. 
The question seems to me to be :— 
1st. Was William Gilliver in charge of Mr. Moss’s birds ? 
2ndly. Was he excluded from the Show till after the 
decision of the Judges was made known ? Or, was he, unlike 
other servants, allowed to have access to his master’s birds ? 
If this cannot be denied, Mr. Worrall may, perhaps, be 
able to explain the cause of such seeming favouritism. I have 
long felt that, if gentlemen wish to act on Committees of 
Poultry Shows, they ought not to exhibit at the same time; 
and, if such reports as these are true, they would seem to con¬ 
firm my opinion.— Pair Play. 
MR, MOSS’S GAME COCK AT LIVERPOOL 
POULTRY SHOW. 
A letter appeared in your paper of last week, signed 
“ Golden Mooney,” which endeavours to cast discredit on 
me, for having exhibited my fowls at the Liverpool Show, in 
the name of my groom, Joseph Armstrong. 
The circumstances, under which this occurred, are well 
known to the majority of poultry amateurs, and, without I am 
much mistaken, are not unknown to “ Golden Mooney.” 
The facts are these. A few days before the Liverpool Show, 
I had the misfortune to lose a sister, and was in consequence 
compelled to leave home suddenly. I left my affairs in the 
hands of my brother, who, in conjunction with Mr. Worrall, 
thought it would be more agreeable to the feelings of my 
family and myself, that my name should not appear in the 
catalogue; and the name of my groom was, therefore, sub¬ 
stituted, with the full knowledge of the Liverpool Committee. 
I abstain from making any comment on the animus of the 
writer, and simply regret that you should allow your columns 
to become the medium of circulating insinuations, from which, 
under the circumstances, I ought to have been exempt.— 
Gilbert W. Moss, Liverpool Bank. 
[The above is an admissible explanation, and we regret that 
anything in our columns has given Mr. Moss pain. But, 
when his co-secretary, Mr. W. C. Worrall, throws stones, it is 
setting an example which other dissatisfied parties will not be 
slow to imitate.— Ed.] 
W. C. WORRALL t’. GOLDEN MOONEY. 
Having partially recovered from the flagellation I have 
received from “ Golden Mooney,” (who would more pro¬ 
perly have signed himself “ Black Poland with White Crest,”) 
I will, with your permission, reply to his statements and 
inquiries. 
In dissenting from the Preston awards, I did not adulate the 
beautifully laced breast, but ridiculed its success, as I hold a 
laced feather to be as great a fault in a Mooney, as a moon on 
a Sebright Bantam, 
The comb of my single Mooney cock is stated to be so large, 
that a Yorksliireman “ would have exulted in its possession 
in a legitimate Red-cap.” The fowl in question has now a 
matrimonial engagement, which will detain him at home until 
the beginning of June; at that time, however, I will show him 
against any Mooney cock in England, for a £5 Cup, to be 
placed, by the loser, at the disposal of the Birmingham Com¬ 
mittee, as a first prize for a Single Cock of this variety. If I be 
beaten, I will wear the Red-cap ; but, if successful, “ Golden 
Mooney ” must take it back, and own that I have added bells 
to it. 
The condition of the fowl, at Preston, was in all respects 
equal to his Liverpool form; the livid comb must, therefore, 
be traced to the head of “ Golden Mooney.” 
This correspondent is equally at variance with the truth, 
when he supposes that I have a desire to obliterate the Preston 
Show: far from it, I take the liveliest interest in its success, 
considering it one of the great institutions of Lancashire, and 
regret that it has not, of late, been properly judged; the Com¬ 
mittee, however, are not to blame, as they made the most 
urgent entreaties to the Rev. R. Pulleine, and Mr. Baily, to 
officiate for them, but engagements prevented their compliance. 
I will now reply to the insinuation conveyed in the remarks 
upon the fact of Mr. Moss’s fowls being shown, at Liverpool, 
in the name of Armstrong; and I am happy to take the whole 
responsibility upon myself. 
A severe domestic calamity having called Mr. Moss from 
Liverpool, on the eve of the Show, he wrote to me, regretting 
that he should not be able to assist me, and suggesting that it 
would be better, under the painful circumstances, if his fowls 
were not exhibited. After consulting with our Secretary, Mr. 
Edmondson, and considering the great expense, and trouble 
Mr. Moss had taken to prepare for the grand struggle, I deter¬ 
mined to have the fowls shown in the name of one of his 
servants, but giving his own address, believing that it would 
considerate to the feelings of his family. 
This circumstance was known to all visitors, and I feel 
certain that “ Golden Mooney,” even though he goes so far 
as to describe the condition of my Mooney cock, was not at 
the Liverpool Show at all.— Will. C. Worrall. 
POULTRY ADVERTISEMENTS. 
Among the many who have been disappointed in the pur¬ 
chase of eggs and poultry, I must be included; and although 
I am in want at this present time, and wish to repeat the 
attempt to procure good birds and eggs, my confidence is 
gone. In your advertising columns at present, I observe 
several in whom I have no faith; and where is the right 
individual to be found who will act honestly, and sell the 
articles he advertises? “Eggs from prize birds,” “Poultry 
bred from Birmingham prize birds,” are a deception. The 
latter may be of the third or fourth generation, and yet brod 
from prize birds. 
Among several, I tried a black coat, and was grossly im¬ 
posed on. Where am I to find a man in whom I can place 
confidence ? Will you have the goodness to point out any 
