O gallant p’licemen, list to me,
      I’ll sing a mournful ditty
    About a poor young serving-gal,
      What lived in this here city.

    She had a name, and SMITH it was
      (The rest of it was MARY);
    Her constant duty, at daybreak,
      Was sweeping out the arey.

    One evening she went to a jig
      (Her missus was attending
    A private hop), when there befel
      What truly was heart-rending.

    She wore her missus’ gayest clothes,
      Her muslin dress all fluty,
    Her waterfall and tag-rags all,
      Which well became her beauty.

    But missus found poor MARY out,
      And in a p’liceman took her,
    And walked her up before the Judge,
      On charge of being a hooker.

    The missus swore the girl a thief
      Her property as lifted,
    Which proved beyond all doubt would be
      When things came to be sifted.

    The girl said she’d been to a jig;
      Then out spoke Judge MCCARTY,
    “You must not wear the fixings of
      A party to a party.”

    They sent her up for sixteen months,—­
      Oh! drop a tear to MARY,
    Whose missus ne’er shall see her more
      A-sweeping out the arey.

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Sic Transit.

Life being in any event a transitory affair, and especially so in New York, where, every one lives some miles from his business, our means of transit are of interest to every one.  However well the owners of those at present in use may insist that they are, yet the public feels they should be better, and Mr. PUNCHINELLO, having the interest of his fellow-citizens at heart, most earnestly hopes that the undertakers of the last new scheme will not so mistake the meaning of this term as to suppose that their business with it is simply to bury it.

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Discounting a Bill.

The Germans are disposed to glorify their king, and look upon him as the Great WILLIAM; but when they commence to calculate the cost of his glory, in men slaughtered, homes desolated, women beggared, industries destroyed, taxes increased, and liberty chained, it is more than probable that they will become disgusted with their Little BILL.

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Query

Can Russia’s designs upon Turkey, at this season of the year, be attributed to her admiration and imitation of New England Thanksgiving customs?

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A Maniac’s Mutterings.

PUNCHINELLO’S special Lunatic gives it as his opinion, that a continuance of a horse-flesh diet in Paris must go far towards disturbing the Parisian Equine-imity.

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An Old Saw Sharpened.

Some one has applied the old Latin motto, "Horas non numero nisi serenas," to Mr. GREELEY, by making it read, “HORACE is of no account except when serene,” which, by the by, he never is.