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I am so glad I am not sitting this heavenly morning; it _is_ a dull life." A Lancashire poultryman drifted into Barbury Green yesterday.

He is an old acquaintance of Mr.Heaven, and spent the night and part of the next day at Thornycroft Farm.

He possessed a deal of fowl philosophy, and tells many a good hen story, which, like fish stories, draw rather largely on the credulity of the audience.