look upon the length of this Essy, or the manner in which it is
written, we feel that we will not express any opinion of it, and
we hope it will be read in other towns."

Of course the Essy I writ for the Social Science Society is a
more finisheder production than the one on Cats, which was wroten
when my mind was crood, and afore I had masterd a graceful and
ellygant stile of composition. I could not even punctooate my
sentences proper at that time, and I observe with pane, on lookin
over this effort of my yooth, that its beauty is in one or two
instances mar'd by ingrammaticisms. This was unexcusable, and
I'm surprised I did it. A writer who can't write in a grammerly
manner better shut up shop.

You shall hear this Essy on Animals. Some day when you have four
hours to spare, I'll read it to you. I think you'll enjoy it.
Or, what will be much better, if I may suggest--omit all picturs
in next week's "Punch," and do not let your contributors write
enything whatever (let them have a holiday; they can go to the
British Mooseum;) and publish my Essy intire. It will fill all
your collumes full, and create comment. Does this proposition
strike you? Is it a go?"

In case I had read the Essy to the Social Sciencers, I had
intended it should be the closin attraction. I had intended it
should finish the proceedins. I think it would have finished
them. I understand animals better than any other class of human
creatures. I have a very animal mind, and I've been identified
with 'em doorin my entire professional career as a showman, more
especial bears, wolves, leopards and serpunts.