Artemus Ward to the Prince of Wales — 372
“Friend Wales,—You remember me. I saw you in Canada a few years ago. I remember you, too. I seldim forgit a person. I hearn of your marriage to the Princess Alexandry, & ment ter writ you a congreetoolatory letter at the time, but I’ve bin bilding a barn this summer, & hain’t had no time to write letters to folks. Excoos me. We hain’t got any daily paper in our town, but we’ve got a female sewin circle, which answers the same purpuss. Numeris changes has tooken place since we met in the body politic. The body politic, in fack, is sick. I sumtimes think it has got biles, friend Wales. In my country we’ve got a war, while your country manetanes a nootral position! Yes, sir, we’ve got a war, and the troo Patrit has to make sacrifisses. I have alreddy given two cousins to the war, and I stand reddy to sacrifiss my wife’s brother rather’n not see the rebelyin krusht. And if wuss cums to wuss I’ll shed ev’ry drop of blud my able-bodied relatiens has got to prosekoot the war. I think somebody oughter be prosekooted, & it may as well be the war as anybody else. My object in now addressin’ you is to give you sum adwice, friend Wales, about managin’ your wife, a bizness I’ve had over thirty years’ experience in. You had a good weddin. The papers hav a good deal to say about ‘vikins’ in connection tharewith. Not knowing what that air, and so I frankly tells you, my noble lord dook, I can’t ‘zactly say whether we had ’em or not. We was both very much flustrated. But I never enjoyed myself better in my life. Dowtless, your supper was ahead of our’n. As regards eatin’ uses Baldinsville was allers shaky. But you can git a good meal in New York, and cheap, too. You can git half a mackrill at Delmonico’s or Mr. Mason Dory’s, for six dollars, and a biled pertaters throwd in. I manidge my wife without any particler trouble. When I fust commenst trainin’ her I institooted a series of experiments, and them as didn’t work I abanding’d. You had better do similer. There’s varis ways of managin’ a wife, friend Wales, but the best and only safe way is to let her do jist about as she wants to. I ’dopted that there plan sum time ago, and it works like a charm. Remember me kindly to Mrs. Wales. As yehrs roll by, and accidents begin to happen to you—and your responsibilities increase—you will agree with me that family joys air the only ones a man can bet on with any certinty of winnin’. It may interest you to know that I’m prosperin’ in a pecoonery pint of view. I make ’bout as much in the course of a year as a Cab’net offisser does, and I understan’ my bizness a good deal better than sum of ’em do. Respects to St. Gorge and the Dragon.—‘Ever be happy.’”
“Artemus Ward.”