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“The Adjournment of the 47th Congress, Osce more tho 4th of Mareh has come, both Houses have adjourned, And flory, untamed Congressmen their steps have home: ward turned ; “Tis now the stately Senator, and Rep-re-sent-a-tive, No more to fat monopolies thetr servic give, Not untit the glad December, Wher lobby through golden * div.” ach ro-elected Member, me crooked schon nd got the From vociferous orat will take a rest; No big appropriations for bis District will bo pressed ;— To improve the “ Unknown Harter,” or some visionary brook, And get it passed“ instanter™ crook, — Not until th When just th ‘Tis timo that rural pleasures and constituents shook, by Legislative bright December, he will remember, And when he acts as Re How he doth scorn thel 00, at village Club deba tameness, and so often cach O'er pleasant recollections of the Sessions past "and “cut-throat”: jt fear, — ‘tls then the cold December, 1s £0 distant to this Member, ras to Aght o'er bills again a rms wero band with nd get upon bis Now Robeson with coast, Where, of his for ast, tales of that " bear-gurden " where he used to be, rotund form will seek the Jersey er friendship, with old Kelfer he will never failed to catch the Xpeaker’s wander- But when comes the nezt De George will not be in that C last election all bis hopes were knocked sky- nber, amber, For, at t high. In seductive games of poker, Crowley wil hand, Nor will Logan for his land, While the x na not take a “etrikers" any foreign missions wat * floor, And tuck up Johnny Sherman when Hampt objector” Conger, will not stalk the ore Not until their dear Dece: When the politicians Jam 60 will shake the Capitol fr t rn base to dome once more ts jubi the daily boraton ah bin ever in a sked December, ber, od Congress with its worries lingerew, Now until the 2 ‘That confounded month D When the mucky dn Toms in view Oh, "Us now the clerk 40 joyful, ro For the prices on bis lodging drop, When the Washington made, ineestasy doth hop, d his board will take a atus has at last been surely And landiadies are competing for the summer trade,— ‘Then just watch this gay dissembler, ow discarded until Dee: ‘The landlord's girl he'd courted to rates” had p season's mber, 8, and for speck Faro thee well, ob, giddy Congress, with your ways so deep and dark ; od Radicals, who have ing mark Of a much sought re-clection! May thy outgo usher in A Congress that will do some work without super “ebin!" Issed the shine till next Decembe the ed A Car-Driver’s Philosophy. He was a bull-necked little driver, with a belligerent air anda broken nose, and he stopped the car viciously asI stepped aboard. Then he let the brake go and | BPE mince rp, TREES THE WORM DOES IxruntateD PLomaer (to old gentle attluence of his craft): “Se he ont. big ain't this 4 bill for it neither.” started up his team with a how! that was beard a block As we proceeded down-town, however, the | ly relayed, until the car turned from the Third avenue into the Bowery, when he partook copi- ously of a paper of tobacco, coughed apologetically, it’s quite like spring. “Quolte, sor.” said the driver, after a pntident Orim glad to seeit, Oi sez to me wo se. 01 Us. foine, an illigent day, Mra. Gill-/-gan, ‘sez tolidly, and then, ial air, “well, Uns marnin’, he said, with a Ivis,’ she sez, an’ smoiled kinder cunnin’ loike. Yer lukin’ quoite nate an’ purty yersel’, Mra. Gill- san,’ Oi sez.an' patted the tip av her chin. 4 a8, z, an’ grinned the more. Oi knowed that gria, bat Oj didn't weaken far a cint, 80 Oi ses Ave ye anny money far me this illigint marnin’, ° an’ she sez: ‘ot wan cint will yez git from me,’ she which Oi hit her a belt in the marnin’ to you, Mrs. Gill Upon this the small driver with the brok shook with great satisfaction, and winked shrewdly, “ Are you going home to-night ” T asked. “Ah, sure, Oi'm not afraid to go She'll be as swate as a pug ina rug this avenin’,” answered the striver, a8 hedrew ap bis horses, and cast a smile of great magnitude and effalgence on the wast who had hailed the car. Of go home lukin’ banged up an’ ugly, an‘ she'll be ready to pull off me boots.” + She must be very good-natured.” “Not a bit av She’s the most provokin’ she- 2, wid ome, woman, n, who has been ma gay “bout You jest say RICH fo me again, and TU stop that divil that iver lived, an’ when Oi married ber, Oi had TURN AT LA king the tin bein’ so alicfired rich “bout played ter to slug her in the soid av the head ivery marnin’ ‘lar. , O1 left her for id flve marnin’s out av six. $ the result me.” hie does, eh * Av coorse. If Oi kick that off mare in the ribs very toime Oi take her out of the h exactly a8 Oi tell her when she's in U OF pat bern darlin’. Well, Don't giv Oi give you my worred, fe ray it she thinks Orm a iz about the thim too koind, an O1 ought ter know. three wolves t” BLAKELY HALL. eas, an’ yer dead sure av a good thing. Orve got six horses, and Oi've A REVIVAL OF “PINAYORE.” organ-grinder, a barbinger of sprin; came along the other day with an organ and monke Some unscrupulous villain in the hand-organ ma ture had put him up a machine that played but + Pinafore The Italian who had been grinding the thing all last summer, had at last learned that the music was * Pinafore.” He stopped in fro of the office and ground away until be had exhausted his repertoire, and then we stepped to the door and i quired: “ What music is that you are playing, sir ?° “+ Pinafore,’” xl the unsuspeeting son of sui ny Italy. * Did you ever play any other “Well, hanily ever.” The lye-bottle and cont otbing rs. re in? nts struck him plumb amid- started to grind, ‘1am the capt ete., and closing the office-loor, we remarked, ‘bad lan- guage Teschew,” ete. But this office knows how to hurl lye! ‘And don’t you forget it.” comicbooks.com