The Complete Works of Artemus Ward (HTML edition) — John Shaqi
The Complete Works of Artemus Ward (HTML edition)Ward, Artemus
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The Complete Works of Artemus Ward (HTML edition)
Ward, Artemus
American wit and humor
"Why this jumpin up and singin? This long weskit bizniss, and this
anty-matrimony idee? My frends, you air neat and tidy. Your lands is
flowin with milk and honey. Your brooms is fine, and your apple sass
is honest. When a man buys a keg of apple sass of you he don't find a
grate many shavins under a few layers of sass--a little Game I'm sorry
to say sum of my New Englan ancesters used to practiss. Your garding
seeds is fine, and if I should sow 'em on the rock of Gibralter probly
I should raise a good mess of garding sass. You air honest in your
dealins. You air quiet and don't distarb nobody. For all this I givs
you credit. But your religion is small pertaters, I must say. You
mope away your lives here in single retchidness, and as you air all by
yourselves nothing ever conflicks with your pecooler idees, except when
Human Nater busts out among you, as I understan she sumtimes do. [I giv
Uriah a sly wink here, which made the old feller squirm like a speared
Eel.] You wear long weskits and long faces, and lead a gloomy life
indeed. No children's prattle is ever hearn around your harthstuns--you
air in a dreary fog all the time, and you treat the jolly sunshine of
life as tho' it was a thief, drivin it from your doors by them weskits,
and meal bags, and pecooler noshuns of yourn. The gals among you, sum
of which air as slick pieces of caliker as I ever sot eyes on, air syin
to place their heds agin weskits which kiver honest, manly harts, while
you old heds fool yerselves with the idee that they air fulfillin their
mishun here, and air contented. Here you air all pend up by yerselves,
talkin about the sins of a world you don't know nothin of. Meanwhile
said world continners to resolve round on her own axletree onct in every
24 hours, subjeck to the Constitution of the United States, and is a
very plesant place of residence. It's a unnatral, onreasonable and
dismal life you're leadin here. So it strikes me. My Shaker frends,
I now bid you a welcome adoo. You hav treated me exceedin well. Thank
you kindly, one and all.
"A base exhibiter of depraved monkeys and onprincipled wax works!" sed
Uriah.
"Hello, Uriah," sez I, "I'd most forgot you. Wall, look out for them
fits of yourn, and don't catch cold and die in the flour of your youth
and beauty."
And I resoomed my jerney.
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HIGH-HANDED OUTRAGE AT UTICA.
In the Faul of 1856, I showed my show in Uticky, a trooly grate sitty in
the State of New York.
The people gave me a cordyal recepshun. The press was loud in her
prases.
1 day as I was givin a descripshun of my Beests and Snaiks in my usual
flowry stile what was my skorn disgust to see a big burly feller walk
up to the cage containin my wax figgers of the Lord's Last Supper, and
cease Judas Iscarrot by the feet and drag him out on the ground. He
then commenced fur to pound him as hard as he cood.
"What under the son are you abowt?" cried I.
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