“The fair sect: first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of their countrymen. May them that love the aforesaid, flourish like a green bayberry tree, whereas may them that hate them, dwindle down as near to nothin’ as the bonnets of the aforesaid.”
That piece of toast was Lawer Nugent’s.
Prof. Aspire Todd’s was the last.
“The Luminous Lamp of Progression, whose sciatherical shadows falling upon earthly matter, not promoting sciolism, or Siccity, may it illumine humanity as it tardigradely floats from matter’s aquius wastes, to minds majestic and apyrous climes.”
Shakspeare Bobbet then rose up, and says he,
“Before we leave this joyous grove I have a poem which I was requested to read to you, it is dedicated to the Goddess of Liberty, and was transposed by another female, who modestly desires her name not to be mentioned any further than the initials B. B.” He then read the follerin’ spirited lines:
Before all causes East or West,
I love the Liberty cause the best,
I love its cheerful greetings;
No joys on earth can e’er be found,