(_What Our Artist has to put up with._)

_Fair Damsel_ (_to Our Artist, who is explaining the beauties of
his Picture_). "CHARMING! CHARMING! BUT, OH, MR. FITZMADDER, WHAT A
_DELIGHTFUL_ ROOM THIS WOULD BE FOR A DANCE,--WITH THE MUSICIANS
IN THE GALLERY, AND ALL THE EASELS AND PICTURES AND THINGS CLEARED
AWAY!"]

* * * * *

A FAIR EXCHANGE.

HOSEA BIGLOW _speaks up on the situation_:--

Here we stan' on the Constitution, by thunder!
State rights won't be hurried by any one's hoofs;
UMBERTO, old hoss, would _you_ like, I wonder,
To 'pologise first, and then bring up yer proofs?
Uncle SAM is free, and he sez, sez he:--
"The _Mafia's_ no more
Right to come to this shore,
No more'n the Molly Maguires," sez he.

Uncle SAM ain't no kind o' bisness with nothin'
Like stabs in the back,--that may do for slaves.
We ain't none riled by their frettin' an' frothin'
Who shriek, in Hitalian, across the waves.
Uncle SAM is free, but he sez, sez he:--
"He will put down his foot
On the right to shoot