Like those pure pleasures that abound,
At Jonesville Liberty meetings.
To all the world I give my hand,
My heart is with that noble band,
The Jonesville Liberty brothers;
May every land preserved be,
Each clime that dotes on Liberty—
Jonesville before all others.
The picknick never broke up till most night, I went home a little while before it broke, and if there was a beat out creeter, I was; I jest dropped my delapidated form into a rockin’ chair with a red cushien and says I,
“There needn’t be another word said, I will never go to another 4th as long as my name is Josiah Allen’s wife.”