The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1865-03-16
Artemus Ward ON Boston.

Artemus Ward ON Boston.
Artcmus thus writes to his al Dear
Betsy" concerning his late visit to the
"Modern Athens":
The window Of my room commando q
exhileratin view Of Copp's Hill, where
Cotton Mather, the father Of the reform.
ers aud sich, lies berried. There is men
even now who worship Cotton, and there
is wimmen who wear him next to their
harts. But don't weep for him. He's
been dead to lengthy. l amt going to
be absurd, like old Mr.. Skillins, in our
neighborhood, who is ninety six years Of
age, who gets drunk every lection day,
aud weeps bitterly because he haint got
no parents. He's \ nice Orphan, he is.
Bunker Hill 10 over yender in Charles
town. In l775 = thrillin' dramy was
acted out over there, in which the "War,
rem Combination" played star parts.
Ola Mr.. Faneul is dead, but his Hall
is in full blarst. This is the Cradle in
which tho Goddess of Liberty was rocked,
my dear. The Goddess hasn't been very
well durin' the past few years, and tho
mum ris quack doctors she called in didn't
help her any; but the old gals physicians
now are men who understand their bust.
ness, Major Generally speaking, and l
think the day is near when she'll be able
to take her three meals a day, and sleep
nights as conf bly, as in the old time.
The State House is filed with states
men, but sum Of IN were queer hats
They buy IN down stairs in Dock Square,
and whose hats is either ten years ahead
of the prevailing stile, or ten years be-
hind it-just as intellectual person sees
6t to think about it. had the pleasure
of talking to scyeril members of the legis.
latur. I told IN the Eye of 1000 ages
was onto We American people Of to-day.
They seemed deeply impressed by the re-
markes, and wanted to know if l had seen
the Crate Origin?
Harvard College. This celebrated in.
stitootion of learnin' is pleasantly situat-
ed in the Bar-room of Parker's in School
streat, and has poopils from al over the
country.
l went over to Lexington yes 'd'y.-
MY Boosum hove with sollim emotions
"& this" said to man who Was drivin'
a yoke of oxen, "this 10 where our revosu
tionavy forefsthers asserted their indie
pendence and split their Blud. Classi
ground"
"Wall," the msn said, dts good 70
white beens and potatoes, but as regard
.-s-s-. ~A--s, ..-s..s worsh s--. Bu
hav' you seen the Gratc Orgin?"
l returned in the Hoss Cars, part way
A pooty girl in spccsacles set near me,
and was talkin' to a young man she knew
10 Waltham. Pooty soon the young man
got out, aud smilin' in q seductiv' man
ner, l said to tho girl in spectacles:-
"Don't | remind you of somebody you
used to know?"
eyes," she said "you do remind me
Of one man, but he was sent to the peni-
Tertiary for stcalin' bar'l of mackeril
he died there, SO l conclooded you
amt him" l didn't pursoo the conver
sation. only heard her silvery voice
once more durin' the remainder Of the
jerney. Turnin' to respectable looking
female of advanced summers, she asked
her if she had seen the Crate Origin.
We old chaps, my dear, arc apt to for.
get that it was some time since We was
infants aud ct little food Nothin of fur.
ther int'rist took place on the cars excep,
colored gentleman, a total stranger to
me, asked if I'd lend him my diamond
Breastpin to wear it to funeral in South
Boston. l told him | wouldn't-not a
purpuss
| ment to have alooded to the Crate
Organ in this letter but haven't seen
it. Mr.. Revere, whose tavern l stop at,
informs Inc that it can be distinctly heard
through smoked glass at his nativ' town
in New Hampshire, any clear day. But
settin the Crate Origin aside (and indeed
l don't think l heard it mentioned all the
time l was there), Boston is one Of the
grandest, sure footedest, clear-headest,
comfortablcst cities on the globe.
Woman's sympathy for our Soldiers.
There is a touching pathos in some
of the markers attached to the blankets,
shirts, handkerchiefs, and the like, sent
to the Sanitary Commission for the sol
diers in camp and hospital. Thus on a
bed quilt was pinned q card having this
tender inscription: "My son is in the
army; whoever is made warm by this
quilt which | have worked on for six