I atended on a Party larst week as went up the River (our nice little Stream, as the aughty Amerrycanes calls it) to Ship Lake, tho’ why it’s called so I coodn’t at all make out, as there ain’t no Ship nor no Lake to be seen there, ony a werry little Werry, and a werry littel River, and a werry littel Hiland; and it was prinsepally to see how the appy yung Gents who sumtimes lives on the same littel Hiland, in littel Tents, was a gitting on, as injuced all on us, me and all, to go there.  It seems that for years parst quite a littel Collony of yung Gents as gets their living in the grand old Citty has been in the habit of spending their littel summer Hollydays there, but, somehows or other, as I coodn’t quite understand, the master of the littel Hiland made up his mind for to sell it, and all the yung Gents was in dispair, and wundered where on airth they shood spend their Hollydays in future.  But they needn’t have been afeard—­there was a grand old hinstitushun called “The Copperashun!” as had both their ears and both their eyes open when they heard about it.  So when the time came for it to be sold, they jest quietly says to one of their principel Chairmen (who is sich a King of Good Fellers that they all calls him by that name, and he arnsers to it jest as if it was the werry name as was guv him by his Godfathers and his Godmothers, as I myself heard with my own ears), “Go and buy it!” So off he goes at wunce and buys it, and the kindly Copperashun Gents as I went with larst week, went to take possesshun on it acordingly, and to see if anythink coud be done to make the yung Campers-out ewen more cumferabel than they ewer was afore!  Ah, that’s what I calls trew Pattriotizm, and trew Libberality, if you likes, and that’s what makes ’em so much respeckted.

Our Gents was all considrably surprized at the lots of Tents as was all a standing on Ship Lake Island; one on ’em, who was got up quite in a naughtical style, said as he was estonished to see so many on ’em pitched, but I think as he must ha’ bin mistaken, for I didn t see not none on ’em pitched, tho’ I dessay it might ha’ been werry usefool in keeping out the rain on a remarkabel wet night.

By sum mistake on sumboddy’s part, there wasn’t not no yung Campers-out to receeve us, and so fears was hentertaned that they wood have to cum again shortly; but they are bold plucky gents, is the men of the Copperashun, and they one and all xpressed their reddiness to do it at the call of dooty.  Besides, we had sich a reel Commodore a board as made us all quite reddy to brave the foaming waves again.  Why, he guv out the word of command, whether it was to “Port the Helem,” or to “Titen the mane braces,” as if he had bin a Hadmiral at the werry least, and his galliant crew obeyed him without not no grumbling or ewen thretening to strike!