He left a large circle, etc.!
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[Illustration: SYMPATHY WITH CUBA.
_Enthusiastic Sympathizer._ "What I say is, we _must_ have our cigars;
and _therefore_, Cuba _must_ be ours."]
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PUNCHINELLO'S LYRICS.
No. 1.
Ho! I am the jolly repeater,
And I train with the magical band,
Who the legerdemain of the ballot
With the skill of a wizard command.
Once a year every poll I explore,
Honest voting is Greenland to me;
Free suffrage is ever my motto,
To my amnesty judges agree.
The trickster inspector I loathe, sir!
Or the canvasser's pencils that thieve;
Voting early and often is nobler
Than ballots to change from one's sleeve.
No eight hours' labor I ask for,
Votes from sunrise to sunset I cast;
They are bread on political waters,
And my sinecures follow them fast.
WILLIAM B. and his millionaire crew
Will only vote once, sir; while I
(Who to scorn laugh the honest assessors)
Plump a score to their one--on the sly!
Who asks for my name? I repeat it--
Ho! the jolly repeater am I;
Each book of the registry knows me,
And I'm now in the market--Who'll buy?
(The above may be sung _da capo_, which is Italian for "repeat.
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