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" Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I." — Shakspbabb. 



" Poet of all time," gracing the closing chapter 

 of even the struggling " Henwife ;" yes, immortal 

 Bard of Avon ! little did you think, when you 

 penned these words, that you might have owed 

 fame to her page, had not the veneration of your 

 posterity forestalled it ! ! 



To carry out my principle of practicality, I 

 now treat of "my own experience;" egotist, 

 necessarily, I must be, in so doing ; but without 

 some measure of self-esteem, we could not be 

 conscious of our own identity, and no such being 

 could have shown forth as a Patriot, or a suc- 

 cessful Poultry Exhibitor. 



I write, however, in no vainglorious spirit ; 

 I have been beaten too often to boast ; my wish 

 only is to show what amount of success may be 

 achieved by a novice, such as I was a few years 

 ago, in exhibition, though not in table, Poultry. 



Feeling the utter hopelessness of winning any 

 honours with my own stock, I commenced my 



