from London, at the great
agricultural meetin'. I would suggest, next time, it
would better convene to business, to insart subject
of discussion, to prevent being taken at a short.

"I have to assure you of the high consideration of
your most obedient servant to command.

"THE HON. SAM SLICK,

"Attache".

"Well, when the time comes, I rigs up, puts on the legation coat, calls
a cab, and downs to Downing Street, and looks as dignified as I cleverly
knew how.

"When I enters the outer door, I sees a man in an arm-chair in the
entry, and he looked like a buster, I tell you, jist ready to blow up
with the steam of all the secrets he had in his byler.

"'Can I see Mr. Tact?' sais I.

"'Tell you directly,' sais he, jist short like; for Englishmen are
kinder costive of words; they don't use more nor will do, at no time;
and he rings a bell. This brings in his second in command; and sais he,
'Pray walk in here, if you please, Sir,' and he led me into a little
plain, stage-coach-house lookin' room, with nothin' but a table and two
or three chairs in it; and says he, 'Who shall I say, Sir?'

"'The Honourable Mr. Slick,' sais I, 'Attache of the American Legation
to the court of Saint Jimses' Victoria.'

"Off he sot; and there I waited and waited for ever so long, but he
didn't come back. Well, I walked to the winder and looked out, but there
was nothin' to see there; and then I turned and looked at a great big
map on the wall, and there was nothin' I didn't know there; and then
I took out my pen-knife to whittle, but my nails was all whittled off
already, except one, and that was made into a pen, and I didn't like to
spile that; and as there wasn't any thing I could get hold of, I jist
slivered a great big bit off the leg of the chair, and began to make
a toothpick of it. And when I had got that finished, I begins to get
tired; for nothin' makes me so peskilly oneasy as to be kept waitin';
for if a Clockmaker don't know the valy of time, who the plague does?

"So jist to pass it away, I began to hum 'Jim Brown.' Did you ever hear
it, Squire? it's a'most a beautiful air, as most all them nigger
songs are. I'll make you a varse, that will suit a despisable colonist
exactly.

"I went up to London, the capital of the nation,
To see Lord Stanley, and get a sitivation.
Says he to me, 'Sam Slick, what can you do?'
Says I, 'Lord Stanley, jist as much as you.
Liberate the rebels, and 'man