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Tree-venders with thumbs and on their Horticulturists, noses.
Pall Bearers. Heirs to his estate.
Aids, Aids, 12 Respectable Board of Physicians. Commissioners.
Aids, Aids, the Brakemen.
Full Band.
Aid, Aid, BRASS & CO. THE "COLONEL."
Aid, Aid, Two One Presidents. Treasurer.
Aids, Aids, 5 Regular Faculty of Doctors. Ripum College.
Aid Aid, Lucy Brick Abby Fulsome.
Aids, Aids, The First The "Porte-Monnaie Premium Fowls I owe 'em Company."
No Too far aid for gone! him!
Unpaid Disappointed Compositors. "Press Gang."
Marshal. Marshal.
DAVID. GOLIAH.
Aids, Aids, 15 friends 15 Sisters to the of Charity. Insane Poor.
Marshal Jail Keeper and and 4 Deputy Constables. Sheriff.
Aid, Aid, Barnam. Burnum.
Marshals. Marshals.
Aids, A Aids, "Cabinet" of His own Curiosities. Opinions!
Aids, Aids, The Sellers. The Victims.
Marshals Marshals.
Aid, Aid, Secretary. Treasurer.
Nine "Bother'em Pootrums," rampant.
The few The unlucky Believers Buyers. in this story!
The Hen that lays two eggs a day!
Treasurer of the "Mut. Adm'n Society."
Defunct Hucksters, in a tip-cart.
Four empty Hen-Coops, on wheels.
An effigy of the LAST MAN that will buy Shanghae chickens .
Police Sheriff and and Aids. posse.
The Hen-Men who "pity Poor Burnham."
CAVALCADE.
"THE PEOPLE," MUSIC, And the rest of Mankind, etc.
MY SHANGHAE DINNER.
Soon after this little episode occurred, the second show of the "National Poultry Society" came off at Barnum's Museum, in New York; which, notwithstanding the best endeavors of the "President," was a failure. The "Committee" shut out of their premium list the Grey Shanghaes, altogether; and the result of this last exhibition was just what I had anticipated. But Mr. Barnum can well afford to foot the bills; and, as he is perfectly willing to do this, no objection will be raised to his choice, I presume. This final exhibition at New York, I have no doubt, closed up the business, for the present.
This last sentiment called me to my feet, naturally enough; and, as nearly as I remember, I thus addressed my guests, amidst the most marked and respectful attention:
"Perhaps, gentlemen, as you entertain opinions of your own upon this delightfully pleasing subject of poultry-raising generally, and of the propagation of Shanghae fowls in particular, you would care to hear nothing of my views regarding this point. Yet, I pray you, indulge me for a single moment--in all seriousness--and permit me to say , that we have proved ourselves a clan of short-sighted mortals, at the best, during the last half-dozen years, in our crazy devotion to what we have deemed an honorable and laudable 'profession,' but which has been, in reality, the most shallow, heartless, unreasonable, silly and bottomless humbug that grown-up men have ever been cajoled with, since the hour when Adam was fooled by the accomplished and coquetting Eve!"
"I will say no more, gentlemen. My stomach is too full for further convenient utterance; and I will conclude with a sentiment to which, I am sure, you will all respond. I will give you--
"'The Hen Fever!'"--
"Indulge me, gentlemen, one moment, and I will propose, then--
Another round of hearty cheers succeeded this sentiment, a parting bumper was enjoyed, and the circle separated, to meet again at Philippi,--or elsewhere,--where the author hopes to encounter only friendly faces, whatever may have been his business relations with his acquaintances in the days that are now passed away.
The mania is over. I have frankly repeated to you the humble history of this curious fever, and we have reached
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