As fur Brignoly, Ferri and Junky, they air dowtless grate, but Ithink sich able boddied men wood look better tillin the sile than dressin theirselves up in black close & white kid gluvs & shoutin in a furrin tung.Mister Junky is a noble lookin old man, & orter lead armies on to Battel instid of shoutin in a furrin tung.
Adoo.In the langwidge of Lewis Napoleon when receivin kumpany at his pallis on the Bullyvards, "I saloot yu."1.27.OSSAWATOMIE BROWN.
I don't pertend to be a cricket & consekently the reader will not regard this 'ere peace as a Cricketcism.I cimply desine givin the pints & Plot of a play I saw actid out at the theatre t'other nite, called Ossywattermy Brown or the Hero of Harper's Ferry.
Ossywattermy had varis failins, one of which was a idee that he cood conker Virginny with a few duzzen loonatics which he had pickt up sumwhares, mercy only nose wher.He didn't cum it, as the sekel showed.This play was jerkt by a admirer of Old Ossywattermy.
First akt opens at North Elby, Old Brown's humsted.Thare's a weddin at the house.Amely, Old Brown's darter, marrys sumbody, and thay all whirl in the Messy darnce.Then Ossywattermy and his 3 sons leave fur Kansis.Old Mrs.Ossywattermy tells 'em thay air goin on a long jurny & Blesses 'em to slow fiddlin.Thay go to Kansis.What upon arth thay go to Kansis fur when thay was so nice & comfortable down there to North Elby, is more'n I know.The suns air next seen in Kansis at a tarvern.Mister Blane, a sinister lookin man with his Belt full of knives & hoss pistils, axes one of the Browns to take a drink.Brown refuzis, which is the fust instance on record whar a Brown deklined sich a invite.Mister Blane, who is a dark bearded feroshus lookin person, then axis him whether he's fur or fernenst Slavery.Yung Brown sez he's agin it, whareupon, Mister Blane, who is the most sinisterest lookin man Iever saw, sez Har, har, har! (that bein his stile of larfin wildly)& ups and sticks a knife into yung Brown.Anuther Brown rushes up & sez, "you has killed me Ber-ruther!" Moosic by the Band & Seen changes.The stuck yung Brown enters supported by his two brothers.Bimeby he falls down, sez he sees his Mother, & dies.
Moosic by the Band.I lookt but couldn't see any mother.Next Seen reveels Old Brown's cabin.He's readin a book.He sez freedum must extend its Area & rubs his hands like he was pleesed abowt it.His suns come in.One of 'em goes out & cums in ded, havin bin shot while out by a Border Ruffin.The ded yung Brown sez he sees his mother and tumbles down.The Border Ruffins then surround the cabin & set it a fire.The Browns giv theirselves up for gone coons, when the hired gal diskivers a trap door to the cabin & thay go down threw it & cum up threw the bulkhed.Their merraklis 'scape reminds me of the 'scape of De Jones, the Coarsehair of the Gulf--a tail with a yaller kiver, that I onct red.For sixteen years he was confined in a loathsum dunjin, not tastin food durin all that time.When a lucky thawt struck him! He opend the winder and got out.To resoom--Old Brown rushes down to the footlites, gits down on his nees & swares he'll hav revenge.The battle of Ossawatermy takes place.Old Brown kills Mister Blane, the sinister individooal aforesed.Mister Blane makes a able &elerquent speech, sez he don't see his mother MUCH, and dies like the son of a gentleman, rapt up in the Star Spangled banner.
Moosic by the Band.Four or five other Border ruffins air killed, but thay don't say nothin abowt seein their mothers.From Kansis to Harper's Ferry.Picter of a Arsenal is represented.Sojers cum & fire at it.Old Brown cums out & permits hisself to be shot.He is tride by two soops in milingtery close and sentenced to be hung on the gallus.Tabloo--Old Brown on a platform, pintin upards, the staige lited up with red fire.Goddis of Liberty also on platform, pintin upards.A dutchman in the orkestry warbles on a base drum.
Curtin falls.Moosic by the Band.
1.28.JOY IN THE HOUSE OF WARD.
Dear Sirs:
I take my pen in hand to inform you that I am in a state of great bliss, and trust these lines will find you injoyin the same blessins.I'm reguvinated.I've found the immortal waters of yooth, so to speak, and am as limber and frisky as a two-year-old steer, and in the futur them boys which sez to me "go up, old Bawld hed," will do so at the peril of their hazard, individooally.I'm very happy.My house is full of joy, and I have to git up nights and larf! Sumtimes I ax myself "is it not a dream?" & suthin withinto me sez "it air;" but when I look at them sweet little critters and hear 'em squawk, I know it is a reality--2 realitys, Imay say--and I feel gay.
I returnd from the Summer Campane with my unparaleld show of wax works and livin wild Beests of Pray in the early part of this munth.The peple of Baldinsville met me cordully and I immejitly commenst restin myself with my famerly.The other nite while I was down to the tavurn tostin my shins agin the bar room fire & amuzin the krowd with sum of my adventurs, who shood cum in bare heded &terrible excited but Bill Stokes, who sez, sez he, "Old Ward, there's grate doins up to your house."Sez I "William, how so?"
Sez he, "Bust my gizzud but it's grate doins," & then he larfed as if he'd kill hisself.
