take music by the wholesale are informed that they can
procure it of the street organ-grinders, who dispose of it by the
Barrel.

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Voice in the Air.

"What is honor? Air."--Sir JOHN FALSTAFF.

"What is dishonor? EYRE."--Every body.

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The "Cumming" Man.

The "sensation" editor of the _Sun_.

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[Illustration: "BLAG YER BOOTS, MISTER!"]

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A Huge Sell.

The appointing to cadetships at West-Point.

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The Most Religious Editor in New-York.

C.A. DANA--because every week-day is observed as a _"Sun"_ day by him.

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A Good General Idea.

A neat practical joke was that perpetrated by one of our contributors,
who, having been requested to bring us "something pat," walked into our
office a day or two after with a couple of Fenian generals in tow.

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A Happy Thought.

The Elevated Railway is worked by means of what is known to engineers as
an "endless rope." Might it not be well to work the murderers and
robbers of New-York on the same principle?

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Abnormal.

One of the strangest anomalies in color known is to be observed at
Mobile and other places on the Southern coast, where black men are
frequently Bay pilots.

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KING OAKEY THE FIRST, OF IRELAND.

BY ALDERMAN ROONEY.

HOORAH! the dawn begins to break,
Ould Ireland's sons at last awake,
And from their sowls the shackles shake
That long have kept them under.
Arise, then, brave Phoenicians all,
Obey your noble gineral's call;
From off the steps of City Hall
You hear his voice of thunder!

O OAKEY, darlin'! you're the wan
To take ould Erin by the han';
We'll pummel the Britishers every man,
And make you King of Ireland!

Go rowl the news across the say,
Of how we spint the glorious day,
A hundred thousand on Broadway,
And more upon the Island.
Go tell the lords in Parlamint,
Of how Saint PATRICK'S day was spint,
And see if they don't reduce the rint
On every fut of dry land.

O OAKEY, darlin'! you're the wan
To take o