e
shall probably be able to negrotiate a postal treaty with France.

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On one Drowned.

He left a large circle, etc.!

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[Illustration: SYMPATHY WITH CUBA.

_Enthusiastic Sympathizer._ "What I say is, we _must_ have our cigars;
and _therefore_, Cuba _must_ be ours."]

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PUNCHINELLO'S LYRICS.

No. 1.

Ho! I am the jolly repeater,
And I train with the magical band,
Who the legerdemain of the ballot
With the skill of a wizard command.

Once a year every poll I explore,
Honest voting is Greenland to me;
Free suffrage is ever my motto,
To my amnesty judges agree.

The trickster inspector I loathe, sir!
Or the canvasser's pencils that thieve;
Voting early and often is nobler
Than ballots to change from one's sleeve.

No eight hours' labor I ask for,
Votes from sunrise to sunset I cast;
They are bread on political waters,
And my sinecures follow them fast.

WILLIAM B. and his millionaire crew
Will only vote once, sir; while I
(Who to scorn laugh the honest assessors)
Plump a score to their one--on the sly!

Who asks for my name? I repeat it--
Ho! the jolly repeater am I;
Each book of the registry knows me,
And I'm now in the market--Who'll buy?

(The above may be sung _da capo_, which is Italian for "repeat.")

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Music and Morals in Chicago.

The _Marriage of Figaro_ did not interest the Chicago people when it was
produced in that peculiar city. Had it been called the "Divorce of
Figaro," it would have aroused their warmest admiration.

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MR. GREELEY'S AIDS TO LITERARY EFFORT.

On the general principle that "no one is a hero to his valet," not even
a valetudinarian, it may be safely asserted that the divinity that doth
hedge most great writers is lost the moment their admirers become
acquainted with their habits of thought and methods of composition. The
popular delusion that H.G. "knows every thing" is calculated to work
indefinite injury to some modest men who are supposed to "know
something." GREELEY'S mind, like a _camera obscura_, may be said to
retain its impressions while in the dark, and to lose them when exposed
to the light. He has never, to any extent, heeded the sc