If Vol.  I of punchinello was a Chassepot, (and it did make some havoc in the ranks of the enemy,) Vol.  II is intended to be a mitrailleuse.  It will be so arranged as to combine total annihilation with bewitching music.  For instance, by turning one of the cranks by which it is worked, punchinello will be able to project a shower of such mortiferous missiles against all abettors of crime and vice, all quacks, political and social, all corrupt officials, all Congress, (except the Right Party,) all torpid fogies and peddlers of red tape, all humbugs of every size and shape, in fact, as will speedily reduce them to ashes.  Then, by skilfully manipulating the other crank, he can produce from it strains of such mellifluous harmony that the very telegraph-poles will throng around him, as erstwhile did the trees of the forest around Orpheus, and tender their services for the transmission of his melting music to all the beautiful places on Earth.  It is hardly necessary to say that “Hail Columbia” is the very first tune on the cylinder of Punchinello’s musical mitrailleuse.

With his mind’s eye, (an apparatus expressly constructed for and fitted to his mental organization by a renowned necromancer,) punchinello sees his Public surging towards him, and grasping with outstretched hands at the showers of bon bons with which he plentifully supplies them from an inexhaustible casket.

Among them are thousands of familiar forms, and these are mostly in the front.  After these come several thousands of new forms, all pressing forward upon the heels of the others with an eagerness that augurs for PUNCHINELLO Vol II a tremendous and unparalleled success.  Each of these good people carries four dollars ($4) in his right hand, which he waves at PUNCHINELLO, who affably accepts the greenbacks from him when within proper distance, and then, dipping his pen in ink without a drop of gall in it, books the donor for a year’s subscription in advance.

As for party, PUNCHINELLO knows but one party—­and that is the Right Party.  Stirring times are before us.  The Right Party is not going to lie down and sleep while the times are stirring.  Nor is PUNCHINELLO.  When anything that interests the Right Party has got to be stirred, PUNCHINELLO will be on hand.  He has been so long used to starring it, that he makes light of stirring it.  He can stir with a red-hot poker and he can stir with a feather,—­“You pays your money and you takes your choice.”

And now, having stirred the spirit within him to a demonstrative pitch, PUNCHINELLO shies his cocked hat into space, and calls upon his Public to give three rousing cheers for the

RIGHT PARTY.

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Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1870, by the PUNCHINELLO PUBLISHING COMPANY, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.