g. Oh! gentlemen, (Mr. Snivel becomes enthusiastic.) I
was--as I have said, I believe--enjoying a bottle of champagne with my
friend Keepum here, when we overheard two Dutchmen--the Dutch always go
with the wrong party--discoursing about a villanous caucus held to-night
in King street. There is villany up with these Dutch! But, you see,
we--that is, I mean I--made some forty or more citizens last year. We
have the patent process; we can make as many this year."

Mr. Sharp, an exceedingly clever politician, who has meekly born any
number of cudgellings at the polls, and hopes ere long to get the
appointment of Minister to Paris, interrupts by begging that Mr. Soloman
will fill his glass, and resume his seat. Mr. Snivel having taking his
seat, Mr. Sharp proceeds: "I tell you all what it is, says I, the other
day to a friend--these ponderous Dutch ain't to be depended on. Then,
says I, you must separate the Irish into three classes, and to each
class you must hold out a different inducement, says I. There's the Rev.
Father Flaherty, says I, and he is a trump card at electioneering. He
can form a breach between his people and the Dutch, and, says I, by the
means of this breach we will gain the whole tribe of Emeralds over to
our party. I confess I hate these vagabonds right soundly; but necessity
demands that we butter and sugar the mover until we carry our ends. You
must not look at the means, says I, when the ends are momentous."

"The staunch Irish," pursues the Judge, rising as Mr. Sharp sits down,
"are noble fellows, and with us. To the middle class--the grocers and
shopkeepers--we must, however, hold out flattering inducements; such as
the reduction of taxes, the repeal of our oppressive license laws,
taking the power out of the hands of our aristocracy--they are very
tender here--and giving equal rights to emigrants. These points we must
put as Paul did his sermons--with force and ingenuity. As for the low
Irish, all we have to do is to crib them, feed and pickle them in
whiskey for a week. To gain an Irishman's generosity, you cannot use a
better instrument than meat, drink, and blarney. I often contemplate
these fellows when I am passing sentence upon them for crime."

"True! I have the same dislike to them personally; but politically, the
matter assumes quite a different form of attraction. The laboring
Irish--the dull-headed--are what we have to do with. We must work them
over, and over, and over, until we get t