“Whistling girls and crowing hens
     Always come to some bad ends.”

It would be interesting to know the origin of this proverb, because it is still much relied on as evincing a deep knowledge of human nature, and as an argument against change, that is to say, in this case, against progress.  It would seem to have been made by a man, conservative, perhaps malevolent, who had no appreciation of a hen, and a conservatively poor opinion of woman.  His idea was to keep woman in her place—­a good idea when not carried too far—­but he did not know what her place is, and he wanted to put a sort of restraint upon her emancipation by coupling her with an emancipated hen.  He therefore launched this shaft of ridicule, and got it to pass as an arrow of wisdom shot out of a popular experience in remote ages.

In the first place, it is not true, and probably never was true even when hens were at their lowest.  We doubts its Sanscrit antiquity.  It is perhaps of Puritan origin, and rhymed in New England.  It is false as to the hen.  A crowing hen was always an object of interest and distinction; she was pointed out to visitors; the owner was proud of her accomplishment, he was naturally likely to preserve her life, and especially if she could lay.  A hen that can lay and crow is a ’rara avis’.  And it should be parenthetically said here that the hen who can crow and cannot lay is not a good example for woman.  The crowing hen was of more value than the silent hen, provided she crowed with discretion; and she was likely to be a favorite, and not at all to come to some bad end.  Except, indeed, where the proverb tended to work its own fulfillment.  And this is the regrettable side of most proverbs of an ill-nature, that they do help to work the evil they predict.  Some foolish boy, who had heard this proverb, and was sent out to the hen-coop in the evening to slay for the Thanksgiving feast, thought he was a justifiable little providence in wringing the neck of the crowing hen, because it was proper (according to the saying) that she should come to some bad end.  And as years went on, and that kind of boy increased and got to be a man, it became a fixed idea to kill the amusing, interesting, spirited, emancipated hen, and naturally the barn-yard became tamer and tamer, the production of crowing hens was discouraged (the wise old hens laid no eggs with a crow in them, according to the well-known principle of heredity), and the man who had in his youth exterminated the hen of progress actually went about quoting that false couplet as an argument against the higher education of woman.