6. VI.
PROPOSES TO CELEBRATE THE FOURTH.
Washington, Joon the 12th, 1862.
I am still in Washinton, and wont be home
for some time, on akount uv bisnis pertanin 2 the
re-organizashun uv the Dimekratik party. I will
give suffishent notis uv my cumin, so that my
frends may git up a perceshun to escort me from
the cars 2 my hotel.
The objik uv this letter is 2 sejest a plan for
the appropriate celebrashun uv the fourth uv
July—the birthday of our Liberties—the day on
wich Freedum wuz perclamd too all men, exceptin
niggers, and them hevin a vizable admixter uv
Aferken blud, et settery. I want to see a pure
Dimekratik celebrashun fer wunst, and hold up
both hands fer jest sech a wun. Let me sejest
the follerin order fer a perceshun:
1st. Marshel in uniform uv Home Gard, dekorated
with a winder sash over the left shoulder.
2d. Banner with inskripshun, “The Yunyun ez
it wuz—under Bookanun! The constitooshn ez it
is, with sum variashens.”
3d. Barril contanin nativ corn joose, inskribd,
“Our platform.”
4th. Carrij contanin speeker, reeder, and chaplin—wun
of our perswashin kin be prokoord.
5th. Wagin with a nigger a lyin down, and mi
esteemd frend Punt a standin onto him—a paregorical
illustrashun uv the sooperiority uv the
Anglo-Sacksun over the Afrikin rases.
6th. Soljers uv the present war. (A few may
be procoord frum the military prizen at Chicago,
where they are at present unconstitooshnaly confind,
fer this ocashun.)
7th. The cort-house offishls, with banner and
inscripshun, “Our saleries—we will defend em 2
the last.”
8th. Cittizens on hossbac with bottles.
9th. Cittizens in carrijes with bottles.
10th. Cittizens on foot with bottles.
(Space on each side reserved fer cittizens a lyin
down with empty bottles.)
11th. Candidates fer offis, all walkin on ther
neez.
Perceshun form so that the hed will rest on the
distillery, and the tale on the cort-house, representin
the beginnin and end uv our gellorious
party.
On arrivin at the grove, the follerin exercises
may be had:
Singin—Nashnel oad, “We 've Cuffee by de
wool.”
Readin Vallandigum's address.
Orashun—“Nigger: his Past, Present, and Futur”—by
myself.
Singin—Patryotik song—
“Sambo, ketch dat hoe,
And resine dat vane idee;
We've got de power, you kno,
And you never kin be free.”
Benedickshun, bi myself.
In the evenin it would be appropri8 to hev fireworks,
and perhaps I might be indoost to deliver
an orashun on “Nigger: his Past, Present, and
Futur.”
Sech a celebrashun would elevate the sperits uv
the faithful, and help mateerialy towards makin
a triumpf this ortum.
Respectfully,
Petroleum V. Nasby.
