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Lung as blue as DidZeS, HdVeili DlOckeu the windows, goi licked fifty times, carried don't know how many black eyes and broken noses for the good of the (, mmon- wealth and the purity of our illegal rights, and all for what Why. for nix. If any good has come out of 1t, the country has put the whole of 1t in her pocket, and swim died me out of my earnings. can't get no officel Republics IS ungrateful! didn't want no reward for my services. only wanted to be took care of, and have nothing 10 do; aud Eve only got half-nothing io do. Being took care of was the main thing. Republics is ungratetul, Pm swag- gered if they ain't!p

 Brush, having unpacked his heart after this fashion, heaved deep sigh or two, laid his head upon the stone, and soon fell into m unweary, murmuring sleep, in which his words were mere repelItions of what had l gone before, the general scope of the argu- ment being 10 prove the received axiom of former times, that republics do not distri- bute their fayors in proportion 10 services rendered, and, that in the speakers opinion they are, in this regard, not much better than princes. Such was the conviction at which Mir. Brush bad arrived; not by iheo- l ", or by observation upon others, but ex- perimentaliy speaking, from his own expe- rlence.

 Ii is a long lane which has no turning, and ii is long sleep, especially in the open air, if 1t be not interrupted by the watch man. Brush found 1t so. His hard, un- easy siumber was soon disturbed by the re- lentless paw of an officer of the night.

 ssGet up and trot away home, my man." said he badgo aid mace. :s..g l.as viii be waiting for you, and the old man will be apt to hide you.'

 "Don't be official, and trouble yourself about other peoples business" remarked Brush, endeavofing to open his eyes 'sdon't be official. It isn't the genteel thing.o

 "Oficial! what do you mean by thatl l am official, by being appointed watchman, and I've right to meddie with other peo- ple's business.'

 "0h! very well--be as sassy as you please. You've got an office. an't. But if l had, I'd show you thing or two. Be sassy, be official, be any thingl You Charlies was paraded the other day, and you're been so stiff ever since,' because the newspapers said you was so pretty to !oo!s Lat, that you won't be able 10 snooze all night these two weeks. But them that's pretty to look at, ain't good uns to go, or you wouldn't be poking here. Ring your bell and go ahead, steamboat There's no other business before the meetng--ts ad- liourned, sinner nd,die, as we used 10 say.'

 "What's all thati Why you're so corned as to come under the law agin tpsy people, as we'll as under the act for the suppression of loaiing. Where did you get the Iiquorg How did you come how come you so!''

 "Watehy, it's the weather--part the wea- ther, and part because republics is ungraie- llul-that's the biggest part. Either part IS excuse enough, and both together makes 1t almost credtable. When it's such weather as this, my old boss used to say, 1t takes the electolising fluid out of you, and if you want to feel something like--do you know what something like isl--if's feeling cat bird, jam up; that's the English of it-yon must pour little electorising fluid into you. It's the same principle as tuning a fiddle. In this kind of weather ycu must tune your self up, and get resumed, or you ain't good for much-tuned up to concert pitch, as the fiddlers say. But all that's trihe. Put not your trust in polilicianers!'

 "And why nof, AMEr. Rosum?'

 "Why notl Help Us up--there--hold on--why not9 Look at me. That's why Pm riglar patriot-look at my coat-l'm all for the public good--look q, the holes in my trousers. I'm steady in my course, and upright in my conduct --don't let me fall down--and Pve tried all parties, year in and year out, just by way ot making myself agreeable, and I've tried to be on two sides at once"-roared Brush, with great empha- sis, as he slipped into the gutter, s'and this is the end of it!'

 Having given this practical illustration of the consequences of the political system he had pursued, and of the danger of irving to be on two sides at once, Brush, by the aid of his good na,ured auditor, scrambled ashore.

 "Come along with me- said the Char ley, helping him along, "I'li take care of you. But what made you pollticianer- haven't you got tradel"

 "Trade! yes, but what's a trade when fellows got soul--a whole soul! Trade! 1 loved my country, and wanted an office l-I didn't care what, so ii was fat and easy. I wanted to take care of my country, and l wanted my country to take care of me. Head-work Is the trade Pm made for talking, that's my line. Talking in the oyster ceilars-in fha har rnnms-an,,