Who was in doleful dumps,
For when his legs were smitten of
He fought upon the stunps.
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All those who feel the benevolent desire of pre-
venting phlebotomy, will do well to be the look
out this morning for any suspicious looking caval-
cade, coaches in hurry or knots Of distracted and
hurried looking pedestrians treading for the Ho-
boken Ferry. Shall we 90 on! No!