CHAPTER XXXI.

A SUPPRESSED SPEECH.

The following remarks, on the occasion referred to, were neither

published at the time, nor would the "Committee on Printing" admit them

into the official report of the proceedings of this _national_ show. For

what reason, I am utterly unable to determine. These were the author's

sentiments, and I give the speech a place _here_, because I have no idea

of being thus "headed" by my colleagues in that enterprise. This speech

was delivered by the Young 'Un "with emphasis and discretion;" but the

managers suppressed it. I now submit it, in the hope that it will be

duly appreciated. When called upon, I said, as modestly and as

gracefully as I knew how:

"MR. PRESIDENT: _Vox populi, vox Dei!_ The people assembled within

the classic and well-painted walls of your American Museum call

upon me for a few words of encouragement; and, while I assure you I

find myself totally unprepared to speak (though my present address

has been written some four weeks), I cheerfully respond to the

flattering demonstration that greets me on this electrifying

occasion." (Applause, and waving of hats and handkerchiefs.)

"I am but an humble disciple in this profession, Mr. President, and

know very little of the deceit and chicanery that _some_ persons

charge others with practising in the ramifications of the

hen-trade; and, although it has been said that 'what I don't know

about this part of the business wouldn't be worth much to anybody,'

yet I here solemnly disclaim any superhuman or supernatural

knowledge of the tricks of this laudable and highly respectable

calling." (Cries of "Good, good! You're an injured man! Go on!")

"For six years, Mr. President, I have carefully watched the

progress of this disease, and it really warms the recesses of my

heart to find myself surrounded, as I do to-day, by the highly

honorable and respectable throng of gentlemen who now grace this

rostrum,--yourself, Mr. President, prominent among this galaxy of

talent, education, genius, morality, and thrift!" (Immense

applause, during which the speaker removed his outside coat.)

"The day is auspicious, Mr. Barnum,--I beg pardon--Mr. _President_.

The spirit of liberty,--of American liberty,--sir, is abroad! To be

sure, our valued friends who pretend to Know Nothing (and whose

pretensions none of here, I think, will gainsay) have commenced an

onslaught upon almost everything of foreign extraction; but they

kindly permit us to import Chinese _fowls_, and allow us to breed

them--for the present, at least--without interruption; for which I

trust they may receive a unanimous vote of thanks from this

American _National_ Poultry Society." ("Yes, yes!" followed this

allusion, with hearty cheers.)

"I repeat it, sir,--the times are auspicious. Money is a drug in

the market, plainly. The patronage bestowed upon this show (in

which, Mr. President, I am sure your native modesty and national

patriotism cannot suffer you to feel the slightest _personal_

interest) is evidence of this fact. The prices paid here, in 1854,

for domestic fowls--though so clearly below their actual

value!--supports this assertion: and your own entire lack of

backwardness in coming forward to assume the risk and

responsibility of the expenses of this exhibition is the crowning

proof that _l'argent_ is plenty--somewhere, at least. I have no

disposition, Mr. President,--far be it from me--Heaven forbid that

I should attempt--to offer one word of flattery, that you might, by

any possibility, appropriate personally. No, sir,--I am no such

man! But, if ever there was an individual whose pure-bred

disinterestedness, whose incomparable generosity, whose astonishing

sacrifice of self, stuck out like a sore thumb, these attributes

have now been evinced, beyond the shadow of a shade of question, on

this exhilarating occasion, through the astounding liberality of a

gentleman, the initials of whose name are Finnyous Tee Barman!"

(Immense applause, during which the Young 'Un laid aside his

dress-coat, and took off his cravat,--while the President, with

both hands over his face, sat overpowered with his emotions.)

"Mr. President, I am no clap-trap orator. I shall say what I have

to say, sir, to-day, without any hope or aim towards future reward.

To be sure, I have the originals of the finest-blooded fowls in the

land, and nobody disputes it; and I have now a fine lot here to

dispose of; but this is not the time or place to allude to this

matter; and I will only say that I do not charge so much for them

as many breeders do, while, at the same time, mine are very much

finer and purer than anybody else's, as can readily be seen upon

examining the contents of my cages, in the first room below this

hall, on the right-hand side as you enter the building. The people,

sir, are in search of information on this interesting subject; and

I will only add, gentlemen,--call as you pass out, and judge for

yourselves." (Loud cries of "We will!--we will!" "That's true!"

"That's a fact!" "Your fame is firmly established!")

"Mr. President, I have been too long a resident of these United

States--I am too old a citizen of this enlightened country--to be

ignorant of the true character of the American people. I am a

Yankee, sir! My father 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 does this business of

poultry-raising, with a rush, sir! And they carry out their

objects,--_nil disperandum hic jacit est glorii mundi morning_,

sir,--as the poet remarks." (Hurra! Hurra! "Three cheers for

Burnham," 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 performance which would be rather

difficult to effect, in my humble judgment, even if we did! We come

here to show the people what has 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 _pure_-bred fowls. And, should there now be within

the sound of my voice any lady or gentleman who has never seen the

tiny Shanghae chick as it emerged from its delicate prison-shell

and leaped forth into liberty and the glorious sunlight,--should

any one of my listeners never have enjoyed the dulcet tone of that

chicken's tender 'peep,'--if any of you are strangers to the habits

and beauties and innocence of these rare but graceful birds,--if

you have never listened to the melody of their musical crow, from

youth to green old age,--I will only say, procure some of the

genuine specimens, and there is much of joy and happiness yet in

store for yourselves, your wives, your children, or your

friends,--if you chance to have any." (Applause, and marked

sensation.)

"Mr. President, I am no speech-maker. Had I, for one moment,

supposed that _I_ should have been thought of, by this talented and

well-informed audience, I should not have been present here, I

assure you. But, sir, my fame preceded me here. I'm a poor but

honest man; and modesty, sir, that native modesty which so

preeminently characterizes your own composition, Mr. President (had

I suspected that I should have been called upon), would have

prompted me to have left to others the pleasing task of speaking of

me and mine. Still, if my friends '_will_ buckle fortune on my

back, whether I will or no,' I can only say that I feel impressed

that the duty and moral obligations I owe to society compel me to

submit to the burthen, with the best possible grace at my humble

command." (Deep sensation among the audience; the ladies, for the

most part, in tears.)

"But, sir, the future is before us! The brilliant star of fortune

still shines in the distance, for the encouragement of those who

have not yet availed themselves of the splendid promise that awaits

the men who are yet to come after us, to do as _we_ have done! And,

to those who are now about to undertake the commendable occupation

of attempting to breed 'fancy poultry,' I will only say, 'Go on,

gentlemen! Forward, in your delightfully pleasing and

profit-promising ambition! Purchase none but the best stock,

without regard to price; and _breed_ it (if you can!). Everybody

wants to buy,--everybody _will_ buy,--and the hens that lay the

golden eggs are still for sale, within the sound of my voice

(unless they have all been bought up since I entered this hall).

But there are still a few more left, I have no doubt, gentlemen;

and, I charge you, seize them while you may!'"

A general stampede followed my speech. I secured my clothes, and, for

three hours afterwards, I found it impossible to get within fifty feet

of my show-cages, in consequence of the throng of purchasers that

crowded around them!

There must have been some charm about those magical coops of mine. They

were filled and refilled, twenty times over; but they were as often

emptied, and at singularly gratifying prices, both to buyer and seller.

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