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Fourth Of July At The Asylum

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Date: July 1852
Publication: The Opal
Source: New York State Library

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Thank God, his kingdom is eternal and stable, and that there is enough for all, enough for each, enough forevermore, within its happy realms, and that the humblest heart that palpitates within this great family may be a fit subject for the palace of the King of Kings.

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And now, an Ode, replete with patriotic expressions, and elegant in its conception and construction is sung with its usually powerful effect by the Choir, the deep-toned bass and the melodious tenor of the gentlemen, and the clear silvery-toned air ringing from the ruby lips of the fairest of the fair, are blended together in one continued torrent of harmony, which defies imitation, and would strike all competition dumb and dead forever. The blessing of our Heavenly Father is again invoked with meekness and solemnity, and the benediction being pronounced, we descend to our apartments highly gratified with our noble entertainment. A repast is now prepared for us which is worthy of the day, and we set down with cheerful hearts and keen appetites to do it justice. Meanwhile the busy and mysterious conduct of our Supervisor gives promise that something of great importance is yet to be enacted --

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Ere the shard-born beetle hath, With his drowsy hum, Rung out nights yawning peal, There shall be done a deed of fearful note.

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Dinner done, we enjoyed ourselves, for a time in pleasing conversation, and at 3 o'clock are suddenly summoned to the outer Hall. -- We obey the call with alacrity, when "Head of Confucius!" what a sight is there! heaps of mammoth oranges, bushels of nuts and raisins, and gallons of cool iced lemonade await us. The ladies are there too in all their loveliness, and as we gaze upon them we almost involuntarily exclaim "return oh truant reason to thy throne!" -- Here too, our Supervisor fairly outshines himself, he seems to possess the power of ubiquity, he is flitting about continually like another "Ganymedes." Do you want any thing? Name it, and it is yours. Are ye looking wistfully at those oranges, they are instantly before you, take another they'll not hurt you. Really he too is happy, we enjoy ourselves, he knows it, and is glad of it. While here, a thought occurs to us exceedingly creditable to him, that although we have known him to administer a world of physic, we have never yet heard him recommend any of it. All partake of the luscious fruits freely, notwithstanding which there is enough and to spare. At this time, Mr. Boyd reads the following regular toasts in his usually clear and distinct style.

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