Judge — October 7, 1882 — page 9: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Hs friends assembied at bis wake, Habert 0. Thompson called out for the lunch. ‘First they Jaid tn tay and cake, ‘Tala pipe and tobacky and whisky panch. Soon ia a war they did engage, And onld Mrs. Tilden began to cry, Then faction law was all the rage, Arrab! Jobn avourneen! an’ why did yo die?” Bodad, he revives! See how he raises! ‘An’ Kelly then famping from the bed, Cries, while he lathered round like blazes: + Bad luck till yer souls! d’yo think I'm dead?” comicbooks.com