It was the voice of an Afrikin Brother which thus spoke to me.  There was a cullud procession before me which was escortin a elderly bald-hedded Afrikin to his home in Bates Alley.  This distinguished Afrikin Brother had just returned from Lybery, and in turnin a corner puty suddent I hed stumbled and placed my hed agin his stummick in a rather strengthy manner. "Do you wish to impede the progress of this procession, sah?" "Certainly not, by all means!  Procesh!" And they went on. I'm reconstructing my show.  I've bo't a collection of life size wax figgers of our prominent Revolutionary forefathers.  I bo't 'em at auction, and got 'em cheap.  They stand me about two dollars and fifty cents (2 dols. 50 cents) per Revolutionary forefather. Ever as always yours, A. WARD. ____________________ SCENES OUTSIDE THE FAIR GROUNDS. There is some fun outside the Fair Ground.  Any number of mountebanks have pitched their tents there, and are exhibiting all sorts of monstrosities to large and enthusiastic audiences.  There are some eloquent men among the showmen.  Some of them are Demosthenic.  We looked around among them during the last day we honored the Fair with our brilliant presence, and were rather pleased at some things we heard and witnessed. The man with the fat woman and the little woman and the little man was there. "'Ere's a show, now," said he, "worth seeing.  'Ere's a entertainment that improves the morals.  P.T. Barnum--you've all hearn o' him.  What did he say to me?  Sez he to me, sez P.T. Barnum, 'Sir, you have the all-firedest best show travelin!'--and all to be seen for the small sum of fifteen cents!" The man with the blue hog was there.  Says he, "Gentle-MEN, this beast can't turn round in a crockery crate ten feet square, and is of a bright indigo blue.  Over five hundred persons have seen this wonderful BEING this mornin, and they said as they come out, 'What can these 'ere things be?  Is it alive?  Doth it breathe and have a being?  Ah yes,' they say, 'it is true, and we have saw a entertainment as we never saw afore.  'Tis nature's [only fifteen cents--'ere's your change, sir] own sublime hand-works'--and walk right in." The man with the wild mare was there. "Now, then, my friends, is your time to see the gerratist queeriosity in the livin' world--a wild mare without no hair--captered on the roarin wild prahayries of the far distant West by sixteen Injuns.  Don't fail to see this gerrate exhibition.  Only fifteen cents.  Don't go hum without seein the State Fair, an' you won't see the State Fair without you see my show.  Gerratist exhibition in the known world, an' all for the small sum of fifteen cents."