James Brunton Stephens,
My Chinee Cook
(1873)
“ They who say the bush is dull are not so very far astray, For this eucalyptic cloisterdom is anything but gay; But its uneventful dulness I contentedly could brook, If I only could get back my lost, lamented Chinee cook. We had tried them without number—cooks, to wit — my wife and I; One a week, then three a fortnight, as my wife can testify; But at last we got the right one; I may say 'twas by a fluke, For he dropped in miscellaneous-like, that handy Chinee cook. ”

