St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1874-08-14

HIM call on lis to puff his shows high,
and give as Il reason that he is going t.
get I'LL his showbillS printed at our of
flee. His spelling shall he the comnen
on his merits, and his reason for bcim:
putfrd shall show the independence q
the press
When he wrote, his thumb and finger
were cuilcd up till they formed tn,
letter "O," hattcned somewhat on tn,
under side, and between the ends q
them, tightly graspcd, he held his pei
nearly i'll il perpendicular position, an,
wrote Il very wiggley hand. When h,
arrived at the bottom of the page ol
the left hand side, he was far from dow
on the righthand side. He WAS very
tenacious of having his matter Just IL
he wanted it, and would often set hi
own articles, and TO one else was eve
permitted to read his proof for him
| This is the said letter | give ii in full
that his lost point may ut last he dis
covered and appreciated:
To tie editor
SIR-rm movin along-slowly along
down lords your place. | want yoI
should rite me letter, sayin how il
the show bizniSS in your place. Ny
show at present consist of 3 moral BaTeS
il Kangaroo (a amOoziD little Raskal l.
'twould make YOU larf yerself to dcth t,
see the little cuss jump up and squeal
wax tiggers of G. Washington Gen
Tayler john Bunyan Capt. Kidd anG
DR.. Webster in the act of KILN DIR
Palkman, besides several miSccllanyus
moral wax statOotS of celebrated pirut,
& murdercrs &c exalted by few x ex-
Geld by none Now Mr.. Editor scratch
orr Il few lines sayin how is the show
bizniss down to your place. shall
have my handbills dun at your otliss
Depend upon it. | want you should
git my hamdbillS up in tiamin stilc. asc
git up il tremcn It's excitement i'll VI
paper bowt my onparale'd show. We
must fetch the public somehow. We
must work on their fcelinS. Cum the
moral on EN- strong. If its Il temper
ancc community tell EN- ! sincd the
pledge fifteen minits artcr lSc born, but
on the contcry ef your peple take their
tOds. say Mr.. Ward is as ,jenial il fellcr
as we ever met. full of conviviality.
and the life and sole of the Soshull
Bored. Take don't you If you say
anything about my show say my SnaiX
Is aS harmless as the new born Babe.
What Il imtcrcStin study it is to see Il
genealogical animil like Il Snaik under
pcrtcck suhjccshun My Kangaroo is
the most lartIhlc little cuSS ever Silw
All tor ID cents. am anNyous to
Skcwcr your intlooumce. repeat in
regard to them handbillS that | shall
git en- struck orr up to Your printin
oils. My pcrlitercal sentiments agree
with yourn exactly. know they do.
bccIWS | never saw Il man whose didn't.
Respectively yurSc,
ARTEMrs WARD.
p. S.-You scratch my back and He
scratch your back.
Thus accidentally he found his fort -
aS he was wont to say Of others. and
from this rapidly rose his fame as Il
humnri>t, till not only this people
among whom he lived. hut our English
ancestors. though Studiedlv slow To give
creuIu 4" the Wc>t. came cntnuSi;I~-
tie i'll their plaudits, and So ambitious
were they Individually of his personal
acquaintance, and of spending Il con
vivial hour with him. that they incon-
sideratcly deprived him of the quiet
and rest. after an exhaustive effort be
fore the public. without which he could
not even lire. and thus absolutely in
tcrvicwcd him into the early grave in
which he rests.
The following pleasant tribute to his
memory, which appeared IL few days
after his death. have copied fiom the
London Spectator. and send il as ap-
propriatc To follow this article.
ReSpcctivclV. \. \. GRAY.
Is he gone to the land of no laughter.
The man that made mirth for us all;
Proves death but Il silence hereafter
From the sounds that delight appal'
Once closed hav" the eyes duty.
No more pleasure the exquisite ears:
Has the heart done orrtl"winc with beauty
As the eyes have with tears
Nay, if aught can he sure, what is surer
Than that carth's good decays not with carths
And of all til" heart springs none are pmrcr
Than the springs of the fountains of mirtl.
He that sounds them has pierced the hearts hol-
lows
Th" places where tears chose To sleep
For the foam flakes that dance in lifr'S shillnwS
Are wrung from lifr's deep.
lie came with a heart full "t glndn,sS
From the glad hearted world of the West.
Spakr and "krd with us not in mere Jest
For the man in our heart fingered after
When the mrrrimrnt died from ears
And those who were loudcst i'll laughter
Are silent in tears