CHAPTER XLI. 



THE FATE OF THE " MODEL " SHANGHAES. 



Napoleon, the great, found himself compelled to suc- 

 cumb to adverse fate, at the end of a long and brilliantly 

 triumphant career. " It was destiny," he said ; and he 

 bowed t« the fiat, which at last he waa unable successfully 

 to dodge. 



I waa the fortunate owner of a pair of fine Shanghae 

 fowls, that were universally acknowledged to be "at the 

 head of the crowd," — so far as there was any beauty or 

 attractive qualities, whatever, in this species of animal, — 

 and I thought they were not bad-looking birds, really. 



I caused a likeness to be taken of them from life, accu- 

 rately, and it was placed, some years since, at the head of 

 the circulars which I always enclosed back to my corres- 

 pondents, in reply to their favors and inquiries regarding 

 my views as to what was the best kind of domestic bird for 

 breeding. 



The cock wa£ very handsomely formed, and when in full 

 feather was exceedingly showy, and graceful, and noble in 



