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
I was rid on a rale the next day, a bunch of blazin fire crackers bein
tied to my coat tales. It was a fine spectycal in a dramatic pint of
view, but I didn't enjoy it. I had other adventers of a startlin kind,
but why continner? Why lasserate the Public Boozum with these here
things? Suffysit to say I got across Mason & Dixie's line safe at
last. I made tracks for my humsted, but she to whom I'm harnist for
life failed to recognize, in the emashiated bein who stood before her,
the gushin youth of forty-six summers who had left her only a few months
afore. But I went into the pantry, and brought out a certin black
bottle. Raisin it to my lips, I sed "Here's to you, old gal!" I did it
so natral that she knowed me at once. "Those form! Them voice! That
natral stile of doin things! 'Tis he!" she cried, and rushed into my
arms. It was too much for her & she fell into a swoon. I cum very near
swoundin myself.
No more to-day from yours for the Pepetration of the Union, and the
bringin of the Goddess of Liberty out of her present bad fix.
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FOURTH OF JULY ORATION.
Delivered July 4th, at Weathersfield, Connecticut, 1859.
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[I delivered the follerin, about two years ago, to a large and
discriminating awjince. I was 96 minits passin a givin pint. I have
revised the orashun, and added sum things which makes it approposser
to the times than it otherwise would be. I have also corrected the
grammers and punktooated it. I do my own punktooatin now days. The
Printers in "Vanity Fair" offiss can't punktooate worth a cent.]
FELLER CITIZENS: I've bin honored with a invite to norate before you
to-day; and when I say that I skurcely feel ekal to the task, I'm sure
you will believe me.
Weathersfield is justly celebrated for her onyins and patritism the
world over, and to be axed to paws and address you on this my fust
perfeshernal tower threw New Englan, causes me to feel--to feel--I may
say it causes me to FEEL. (Grate applaws. They thought this was one of
my eccentricities, while the fact is I was stuck. This between you and
I.)
I'm a plane man. I don't know nothin about no ded languages and am a
little shaky on livin ones. There4, expect no flowry talk from me.
What I shall say will be to the pint, right strate out.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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