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you, if it costs me a thousand dollars. You may rely on 

 this. I am not a man to be trifled with, and I refer you to 



Messrs. & , who know me ; you evidently do 



not ! In haste, 



[I did not reply to this spicy favor, because, if the gen- 

 tleman really was not a "fractious " man, I imagined he 

 would like his pure-bred chickens better as they grew up ; 

 and, besides, I could afford to wait for "a gentleman" to 

 cool off. I never heard from him, afterwards; and con- 

 cluded that he did n't live to carry out his laudable inten- 

 tion of expending a thousand dollars in prosecuting me ! I 

 trust that, before he departed, he became hopefully pious. 

 Peace to his manes !] 



No. 25. 

 Sir : Them fouls you sent me, got the sore-hed. I gin 

 em tuppentyn and unyuns and brandy, but it want no use. 

 The poletry books sed so, and I follered the direction, and 

 it killed 'em both deader'n thunder, in one night ! Now 

 you 've gut my mony, and I haint narry fowls. What '11 1 

 do? Don't you think this a pooty impersition? Send me 

 another pear, to once — if you don't va,ia.tfits. 



In haist, 



[I sent this man " another pear" — only I did n't !] 



