Of course , she ca n't play ball -- no girl can ; their arms are not made right to throw -- but she can catch remarkably well . I 'll say that for her . Now , if she and Mabel -- and -- and -- some others I could name , are so clever and strong at the beginning , I do n't see why they should n't keep up and go along with us all through . I 'm willing , and will do what I can to help other fellows ' sisters as I 'd like to have them help mine . And I 'll punch their heads if they do n't ; '' and Gus subsided , assured , by a burst of applause , that his manly way of stating the case met with general approval . `` We shall be happy to hear from our senior member if he will honor us with a few remarks , '' said Frank , with a bow to Ralph . No one ever knew whom he would choose to personate , for he never spoke in his own character . Now he rose slowly , put one hand in his bosom , and fixing his eye sternly on Grif , who was doing something suspicious with a pin , gave them a touch of Sergeant Buzfuz , from the Pickwick trial , thinking that the debate was not likely to throw much light on the subject under discussion . In the midst of this appeal to `` Me lud and gentlemen of the jury , '' he suddenly paused , smoothed his hair down upon his forehead , rolled up his eyes , and folding his hands , droned out Mr. Chadband 's sermon on Peace , delivered over poor Jo , and ending with the famous lines : -- `` Oh , running stream of sparkling joy , To be a glorious human boy ! '' Then , setting his hair erect with one comprehensive sweep , he caught up his coat-skirts over his arm , and , assuming a parliamentary attitude , burst into a comical medley , composed of extracts from Jefferson Brick 's and Lafayette Kettle 's speeches , and Elijah Pogram 's Defiance , from `` Martin Chuzzlewit . '' Gazing at Gus , who was convulsed with suppressed merriment , he thundered forth : -- `` In the name of our common country , sir , in the name of that righteous cause in which we are jined , and in the name of the star-spangled banner , I thank you for your eloquent and categorical remarks . You , sir , are a model of a man fresh from Natur 's mould . A true-born child of this free hemisphere ; verdant as the mountains of our land ; bright and flowin ' as our mineral Licks ; unspiled by fashion as air our boundless perearers . Rough you may be ; so air our Barrs . Wild you may be ; so air our Buffalers . But , sir , you air a Child of Freedom , and your proud answer to the Tyrant is , that your bright home is in the Settin ' Sun . And , sir , if any man denies this fact , though it be the British Lion himself , I defy him . Let me have him here ! '' -- smiting the table , and causing the inkstand to skip -- `` here , upon this sacred altar ! Here , upon the ancestral ashes cemented with the glorious blood poured out like water on the plains of Chickabiddy Lick .
Alone I dare that Lion , and tell him that Freedom 's XXXXX once twisted in his mane , he rolls a corse before me , and the Eagles of the Great Republic scream , Ha , ha ! ''
Mr. Wild burst cause hand hemisphere joy jury merriment mould