THE TWO-HEADED NIGHTINGALE.
THU EIGHTH WONDEII OF THE WOULD. “Silver Pen,” waiting to the “New' Zealand Herald,” on 24th Nov. from San Francisco, thus describes tho celebrated double w'oraan, knowm as the “ TwohoadcdNightingale”;—And now wo have a living phenomenon standing pna-cmiuently above all other wanders since tho days of tho Siamese twins—nay, since the days of Noah- —and I have not heard of even that respectable .patriarch taking anything so wonderful into tho Ark as Miss Millie Christine, tho “Twa-hoaded Nightingale. ” Allow' mo to introduce you to her. Miss Millie Christine is a colored lady, born consequently of negro parents. She has two heads, four arms, four legs, and one body. Imagine two women standing back to back, two perfectly developed forms, with pretty necks and arms, also wall-shapicd legs, and charming little feet; from the waist upwards the bodies arc twain, fastened together at tho back by a large piece of extraneous flesh, tho one body commencing at the waist and finishing at the commencement of the dual thighs. As she stands it is as though twa forms stood before you, save and oxcepit that only one skirt falls from the waist to the knees. Tho abdomen, instead of being before either of tho two faces, is sideways between the two forms, the back correspionding, therefore, Miss Millie walk’s sideways, as a matter of course. The heads, however, partially face the side, as from a desire to see and speak to one another, paid have in a course of years become stationary in that position, that is to say. tho torsos have become fixed, the powar to turn the head back to back still remaining. Such monstrosities are not, as a rule, pleasant to look upon, but in this case Miss Millie is an exception, as there is nothing unpilensant in the appearance of tho “ Nightingale. On the contrary, she is a very pleasant and wall-educated parson, speaking English, German, and French fluently, also a little Spanish. It is very curious to hoar her spieak different languages with her double mouth a* tho same time, and though she calls herself Miss Millie Christine, from my own standpoint, I should pironouncc this monstrosity twins spoiled by a freak of nature. The head and bust of one is stout and large, exactly resembling the mother ; the other is much smaller ,°and totally different in features, favoring her father. As she sits uown, Miss Millie presents the appearance of two Hilda squeezing into one chair, as girls often do. The legs move at prooisely tho same moment in walking or dancing, though the heads and arms are perfectly independent. The mental faculties also ai>e independent of each other, and everything is double down to tho bladders, after which the sex is one. The lady has two beautiful voices, singing ducts charminglv ; when warbling a solo the voice and respiration is as one. _ I had a long conversation with the Nightingale, in which she told mo there is never the slightest difference of opinion between her and her double ; they agree in all tilings, thov are hungry and thirsty at the same time, eat the same things, and divide everything, “ even to a picanut.” When alone they converse on all lands of topiics, rarely having a different thought, except occasionally being pmzzlcd as to the faces they have seen. Miss Millie dresses in very pnatty robes, with square-cut corsage, demi sleeves, wdiite kid gloves, and diamond jewellery ; tho heads are precisely similar in coiffure, and tho adorning flowers oxacst to a leaf. 'With the lady arc twa little midgets of brothers, 32 and 30 years of ago. Tho cider, Baron Littleiinger, is a married man with three children, he himself not being much bigger .than Tom Thumb. Tho brother, Count Rosebud, is a bachelor. They sing beautifully, and go through all the antics usual at such shows. Large crowds visit the Nightingale, and as she walk's about among tho audience, answering the usual absurd questions curious people put to her w'ith unabated sweetness, one feels an unusual amount of commiseration for her, as sho is really refined in her ideas ; but then sho makes heaps of money, and many poopfie, to wit my own little girl, wish they had two heads these hard times.
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THE TWO-HEADED NIGHTINGALE., Ashburton Guardian, Volume 1, Issue 45, 8 January 1880
THE TWO-HEADED NIGHTINGALE. Ashburton Guardian, Volume 1, Issue 45, 8 January 1880
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