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tioner canary shot a bird guilty of crimes with 

 a cannon. The audience became affected 

 when they saw the little creature drop dead 

 before the avenger ; but the showman relieved 

 their minds. The bold canary wasn't dead, 

 after all ; he was only making believe ; and at 

 a word from the showman, up he jumped with 

 a twitter ; and we hurrah'd, and hurrah'd again, 

 as he hopped into his cage, and took a stiff glass 

 of water after his exertions. The cat blowing 

 the bellows. Little Big Breeches is roused to 

 enthusiasm, and looks towards a baby to see how 

 the babyis liking it, but the baby is still absorbed 

 by the lamp, and refuses to be distracted from 

 the contemplation of that object ; but not so 

 when the juggling commences. The juggler 

 is a lady, a real lady, like what you see in 

 a story-book about princesses, and not a bit 

 like your mamma or big sisters. This real 

 lady has feathers in her hair, and a bright blue 

 velvet* gown, and a crown of gold on her head, 

 and cheeks of a beautiful red. The baby two 

 babies applaud her with a screech, and nearly 

 choke themselves with laughing, when she 

 drops baby shirts out of a gentleman's hat, for 



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