| Thomas de Castro, a
  Butcher in Tumut  The Queenslander, Brisbane 28 July 1866  | 
| A Goulburn journal quotes the following from a
  Tumut paper:- It may perhaps be in the recollection of many of
  our readers that a man calling himself Thomas de Castro, and in some way
  connected with the London Butchery, the business of which was carried on in
  the premises now occupied by Mrs. Caspersonn, left
  Tumut, and opened a butchering establishment at Wagga
  Wagga. It now turns out that the said Thomas de Castro
  is no less a person than Sir Roger Charles Tichborne,
  with landed estates bringing in a rental of £9000 per annum, and an
  accumulated fund of some £50,000 to his credit in the bank. De Castro was in
  possession of his title and property when living in Tumut, but not having
  been in communication with his family for some years, was not aware of his
  good fortune. [The Baronet in question, who is now the
  representative of a very old Catholic family in England, passed through
  Goulburn on the 10th instant, on his way to England, with his wife, whom he
  married in the colony, and who is now Lady Tichborne.
  He had been absent from his country some sixteen or seventeen years, and
  never had any anticipation of coming to the title. Several deaths in the
  family had given it to him.]  On referring to the "Baronetage of the United Kingdom," which I of course, in
  common with other members of the higher order of the aristocracy, always have
  by me, I find that in the year 1854 the representative of the family was
  "Sir James Francis Doughty Tichborne, born 1784, married 1827 a daughter of Henry
  Seymour, Esq. Assumed the name of Doughty by Royal license in 1853. Creation,
  1620. Seat, Tichborne Park, county of Hants. Heir,
  his son Charles, born 1829." And who, I suppose, has obligingly
  retired from this sublunary scene, together with other obstructions, in order
  to make room for the lucky butcher "De
  Castro," who can now not only slaughter his own beeves and cut beef
  steaks of his own rearing, but feed his kin in his own park. Happy fellow! |