sentiment which ales me every time." Sayin' which I storked
contemptously out of the wacks figger department.

I shall remain a few days in the big city, friend PUNCHINELLO, and if
the citizens of New York insist on givin' me a reception at the City
Hall, I will submit to the sacrifice, especially if the vitels are well
cookt. Ewers on a scare up,

HIRAM GREEN, Esq.,

_Lait Gustice of the Peece._

* * * * *

THE CENSUS ENUMERATOR'S PLAINT.

The names that these newspapers call us
Are hardest of all to surmount,
They say Mayor HALL may o'erhaul us;
He claims that our count is no 'count.

I never had any such trouble
In registering voters down South,
I set every nigger down double
And put the whites down in the mouth.

But here they're so very exacting
They kick up a row, don't you know?
Though under instructions we're acting
In playing our figures "for low."