Feller Sitterzens: I am in the Sheer & Yeller leaf.  I shall peg out 1 of these dase.  But while I do stop here I shall stay in the Union.  I know not what the supervizers of Baldinsville may conclude to do, but for one, I shall stand by the Stars & Stripes.  Under no circumstances whatsomever will I sesesh.  Let every Stait in the Union sesesh & let Palmetter flags flote thicker nor shirts on Square Baxter's close line, still will I stick to the good old flag.  The country may go to the devil, but I won't!  And next Summer when I start out on my campane with my Show, wharever I pitch my little tent, you shall see floatin prowdly from the center pole thereof the Amerikan Flag, with nary a star wiped out, nary a stripe less, but the same old flag that has allers flotid thar! & the price of admishun will be the same it allers was--15 cents, children half price. Feller Sitterzens, I am dun.  Accordinly I squatted. ____________________ WAX FIGURES VS. SHAKESPEARE. ONTO THE WING----1859. Mr. Editor: I take my Pen in hand to inform yu that I'm in good helth and trust these few lines will find yu injoyin the same blessins. I wood also state that I'm now on the summir kampane.  As the Poit sez-- ime erflote, ime erflote   On the Swift rollin tied      An the Rovir is free. Bizness is scacely middlin, but Sirs I manige to pay for my foode and raiment puncktooally and without no grumblin.  The barked arrers of slandur has bin leviled at the undersined moren onct sins heze bin into the show bizness, but I make bold to say no man on this footstule kan troothfully say I ever ronged him or eny of his folks.  I'm travelin with a tent, which is better nor hirin hauls.  My show konsists of a serious of wax works, snakes, a paneramy kalled a Grand Movin Diarea of the War in the Crymear, komic songs and the Cangeroo, which larst little cuss continners to konduct hisself in the most outrajus stile.  I started out with the idear of makin my show a grate Moral Entertainment, but I'm kompeled to sware so much at that air infurnal Kangeroo that I'm frade this desine will be flustratid to some extent.  And while speakin of morrality, remines me that sum folks turn up their nosis at shows like mine, sayin they is low and not fit to be patrernized by peplpeple of high degree.  Sirs, I manetane that this is infernul nonsense.  I manetane that wax figgers is more elevatin than awl the plays ever wroten.  Take Shakespeer for instunse.  Peple think heze grate things, but I kontend heze quite the reverse to the kontrary.  What sort of sense is thare to King Leer, who goze round cussin his darters, chawin hay and throin straw at folks, and larfin like a silly old koot and makin a ass of hisself ginerally?  Thare's Mrs. Mackbeth--sheze a nise kind of woomon to have round ain't she, a puttin old Mack, her husband, up to slayin Dunkan with a cheeze knife, while heze payin a frendly visit to their house.  O its hily morral, I spoze, when she larfs wildly