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LAST WORDS OF EMINENT MEN.

Selected by Sarsfield Young.

I die a true American. ..............................  WM. POOLE.

Bury me where I fall. ...  BILLY BOWLEGS, and other military heroes.

The die is Caste. ..............................  T. W. ROBERTSON.

Bury me where the woodbine twineth. .........  Col.  JAMES FISK, Jr.

Fools, ’od rot ’em! ..............................  HIGGINBOTTOM.

Bury me in the Fall. ..............  The Poet who “would not die in
Spring-time.”

Don’t give up the ship! [the Secretary-ship.] .....  CHAS. SUMNER to Sec. 
STANTON.

Bury me where I fall back. ......  Gen. O’NEILL, of the Fenian Army.

Give me liberty, or give me death, with a decided preference for
ANASTASIA. .....................................  Poor PILLICODDY.

Bury me in the Falls ................................  SAM PATCH.

If any one dare haul down the American flag—­wait till you see the white of his eyes, then—­shoot him on the spot.  C.L.  VALLANDIGHAM.

Let BROWN (or some other first-class sexton) bury me where I fall.  Capt.  KIDD.

As I cannot lay my sword at the feet of my army, I die at the head of
your Majesty. ..............................  LOUIS NAPOLEON.

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A FREE TRADER.

    Now gentlemen, of every kind,
      Just step into my shop,
    And, as I’m hard to pacify,
      You’d better bring a sop;
    I’ll dress you up in any style
      For which you choose to call,
    But then, you must bring ready cash,
      Because I shines for all.

    I’m always ready for a trade,
      No matter what its kind;
    I’ll dress you up so very neat,
      If your bid suits my mind. 
    If, when I ask the custom house,
      He says, “Give it I sha’n’t,”
    DAVIS and FISH I strike, because
      I does not shine for GRANT.

    Sometimes I send a little bill
      For goods they have not had,
    And if they do not pay at once
      Then I gets awful mad. 
    Of public pap I’m very fond,
      I’d like to get it all,
    But, if they block my little game,
      I does not shine for HALL.

    I’ve lampooned every decent man,
      Who with me would not trade;
    I keep a little book account
      Of those who have not paid: 
    So, if you don’t enjoy free trade,
      Don’t listen to my call;
    I’ll give you good names for good pay,
      Because I shines for all.

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[Illustration:  When you go to the theater, it is pleasant to have the little boy of a rustic couple persist in feeding you with gingerbread and orange-peel, and, if you request the little wretch to keep still, to be told by his parents that you are “putting on airs.”]