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was a Yankee, and my grandfather (if I ever had one, sir), 

 before him. 'The people' know what they are about. 

 You cannot deceive them, sir, as you and I well know. 

 When they undertake a thing, it must go forward. There 's 

 no stopping them, sir. They enter into any enterprise that 

 promises so much of universal success to the whole country 

 as doea this business of poultry-raising, with a rush, sir ! 

 And they carry out their objects, — nii disperandum hie 

 jacit est glorii mundi morning, sir, — as the poet re- 

 marks." (Hurra! Hurra! "Three cheers fpr Burn- 

 ham," suggested the President, which were given with a 

 will ; and during which the speaker removed his vest and 

 braces, — carefully securing his watch, however, at the 

 same time.) 



" We are not here to be humbugged, sir, nor do we 

 aspire to humbug anybody, at this exhibition; — a perform- 

 ance which wouM be rather difficult to effect, in my humble 

 judgment, even if we did ! We come here to show the 

 people what ^as been done, what is now doing, and what 

 may be done again, sir, by our friends here, all of them 

 and any of them, who choose to undertake the pleasing and 

 delightful task of rearing ^wrc-bred fowls. And, should 

 there now be within the sound of my voice any lady or 

 gentlemaa who has never seen the tiny Shanghae chick as 

 It emerged from its delicate prison-shell and leaped forth 

 vato liberty and the glorious sunlight, — should any one of 

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