faculties, forgot all about what she said she wuz a-goin' to do--and
left that noble female, left that princely present to lay round in a
heap, a perfect imposition to France and to human nater.

The idee of a goddess with no place to stand up on! The Great Republic
a-stretchin' out on each side, and no place for her feet to rest on.

And no knowin' but she would have been a-layin' round to-day, all broke
up and onjinted, if it hadn't been for a public-sperited newspaper man,
who took the matter up, and worked at it, and called public attention to
it, till at last it got a place for the goddess to be histed up on her
feet, and rest her legs a spell, all crumpled up under her.

The idee of a goddess, and such a goddess, a layin' round with her legs
all doubled up under her, and all broke up--the idee!

Then it got the Centenial Exhibition there. And it wuzn't no more than
right, what it promised and bound itself to do, to make some triumphal
arches for the processions to walk under, a-triumphin'.

Why, she vowed and declared solemn that she would make 'em if she could
have it there.

They wuz goin' to be, accordin' to her tell, accordin' to what New York
said about it, about the most gorgus and impressive arches that ever wuz
arched over anybody, fur or near, anywhere.

Now, after it got the exhibition there, did it make 'em? No, indeed.

It had another spell come on, clean forgot all about it. And there the