The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1861-08-16
From Vanity Pair.
ARTEMAs WARDS
WEATHERSFIELD GRAFTON.
Delivered July 4, 1850, at Weathersfield.
Connecticut.


ago, to large and discriminatin awjince.-
was 9G minits passn given pint. Ihave
revised the orashun, and added some things
which makes 1t approposscr to the times
than 1t otherwise would be. have also
corrected the grammers and punktoeated it.
I do my own punktoeating now days. The
printers in Vanity Fair olliss cant punktoe-
ate worth cent:
FILLER CIrIzUYs I've bin honord with q
invite to narato before you to-day; and when
say that | skurcely feel ekal to tho task,
I'm shure you will b'leve me.
Weathersfield is justly selerbratcd for her
onyins and patritism the world over, and to
bo axcd to paws and address you on this, my
fust pericshionablct tower threw New Ingland,
causes me to feel-to feel may say it caw-
scs mo to feel. (Gratc applaws. They tho't
this was one of my eccentrisitys, while the
fact is was stuck. This between you and
I)
am plane man. don't know nothn
about no dcd languages and am little sha-
ky on living ones. Thare4, expect no flow.
cry talk from me. What shall say will be
to the pint, rite strate out.
I'm not a politician, and mo other habits
air good. Two no enemies to reward nor no
trends to spunge. But I'm Union man,
luv the Union-it is q good thing--and it
makes my hart bleed to SEQ lot Of ornery
peple a.moving heaven-no, not heaven but
the other place-and earth to bust 1t up
Too much good blud was split in courtin
and marryin that hily respectable female,
the Goddess CT Liberty, to git a diverse from
her now. My own State Of Iniiannny is
celebrated for unhitchin married peple with
neetncss and dispatch, but you can't get a
diverse from the Goddess up there. Not by
no means. The old gall has behaved herself
too we'll to cast her of now. I'm sorry the
picters don't Civ her no shoes or stockings,
but the band Of stars upon her he'd must
continner to shine undimmod, forever. I'm
for the Union as she air, and withercd be
tho arm Of every ornery cuss who attempts
to bust her up. That's me. bev sed. 1t
was very swcaty day, and at this pint OF
the orashun man fell down with sunstroke.
towld the awjince that considering the
large number Of putty gals present l was
more afraid Of dawtcr stroke. This was
impromptoo, and scanned to amoo. them very
mutch
Feller-citisens = haint got no time to
motifs the growth Of Ameriky from the time
when tho Mayaowers cum over in the Pill
grim and brawt Plymouth Rock with theme
but every skool boy nose that it has bin tre-
MENUS. You will cxcoose me II l don't
praise the crly settlers Of the Kolonics. Pc
pie which hung idiotic old women for wiich'
es, burnt holes in Quakers tungs, and con-
sincd their feller-critters to the trcdmill and
pillery. on the slitest provokashun, may hav
bin very nice folks in their way. but must
confess don't admire their stile, and will
pass them by. lspose thay ment well' and
SO. in the novel tcchnic langwise of the muse
papers. '.peas to their ashis." There was
no diskount, however, on them brave men
who fit. blcd and died in the American rev.
olushun. We needn't be afraid ot settin
them up too steep. Like my show, they will
stand any amount Of prazc. G. WASHING
TON was about the bcst man this world ever
sot eyes on to. He was cleer-heded, warm
harted. bravo and stoddy-goin man. lilo
NEVER SLOTTED ovrs! The prcvalin week.