ALBANY COCK-ROBINS.

Who killed the Charter?I, says theHerald,With wità laJERROLD.As Assemblymen I ferruled,And I killed the Charter.Who killed the Charter?I, says theWorld,With my blunders hurledAnd black flag unfurled,And I killed the Charter.Who killed the Charter?I, says theSun,With my sensation fun,Or my Sol-ferino gun,And I killed the Charter.Who killed the Charter?I, says PUNCHINELLO,With my wit so mellow,I was the very fellowWho killed off the Charter.

Who killed the Charter?I, says theHerald,With wità laJERROLD.As Assemblymen I ferruled,And I killed the Charter.

Who killed the Charter?I, says theWorld,With my blunders hurledAnd black flag unfurled,And I killed the Charter.

Who killed the Charter?I, says theSun,With my sensation fun,Or my Sol-ferino gun,And I killed the Charter.

Who killed the Charter?I, says PUNCHINELLO,With my wit so mellow,I was the very fellowWho killed off the Charter.

THE DWARF DEJECTED.

A pathetic recital for the benefit of you, or me, or any other snail whomay want a tortoise-shell.In what year, or under what king Bezoman, lived he, no matter. Suffice itto know he still survives.Once he was happy!Once, whene'er the eventide flooded the earth with effulgent glory, andeach little star began to wonder who I was, to the loftiest turret of hisquite commodious castle this dwarf would climb, and muse upon sciology andthe cosmic forces.

A pathetic recital for the benefit of you, or me, or any other snail whomay want a tortoise-shell.

In what year, or under what king Bezoman, lived he, no matter. Suffice itto know he still survives.

Once he was happy!

Once, whene'er the eventide flooded the earth with effulgent glory, andeach little star began to wonder who I was, to the loftiest turret of hisquite commodious castle this dwarf would climb, and muse upon sciology andthe cosmic forces.

"Oh! Life is joy—is peace to me!" would he cry, ever and anon.

And ever an anonymous owl would scream, "To whoo? To whoo?"

Upon one eventful eve he sat upon his turret.

Gazing around, he sprang upon his feet.

"What, ho!" he cried, as a glimmer of light shot across the surface of the lake, "What, ho! A light in the ship-house! Tis the red light of danger! I forbode."

Glancing around and beneath him, he perceived that the stucco was peeling from his favorite turret. "Here is danger, indeed!" he said; and loudly shouted for his ah! too dilatory servant to bring the ladder by which he ascended and descended his lofty pinnacle. At last the servant came, and he was a new and somewhat weighty waiter youth.

"Ah! big lad—!" then said the dwarf.

"I am glad, good sir," replied the boy.

"I would have the big ladder!" cried his master.

"I can't be gladder," said the boy.

The dwarf looked pityingly down upon the youth for several moments.

"Are you a natural-born fool?" said he.

The boy advanced to the edge of the roof, made a bow, placed one arm atright angles before him, while the other hung by his side, and thus he sanghis song:

"I've never been to public school,My vaccination did not take.Perhaps I will grow up a fool;But that my heart will never break.I would not win in learning's race,Nor e'er be rich and lose my looks;I think that a small-pocked faceIs worse than e'en small pocket-books.Then, didy fol, la, la, la, la!—"

"I've never been to public school,My vaccination did not take.Perhaps I will grow up a fool;But that my heart will never break.

I would not win in learning's race,Nor e'er be rich and lose my looks;I think that a small-pocked faceIs worse than e'en small pocket-books.Then, didy fol, la, la, la, la!—"

"Stop!" cried the now enraged dwarf. "Begone! ere I, base boy! shall heavethe turret down.""Certainly," replied the youth. "Big, ornary, base boy shall leave thee torot down. Oh! yes; of course, of course!" And away he went.The Court fool came at last and let his master down."Oh! ho!" said he of the motley, as the dwarf came slowly down the ladder."Thou art now the first descendant of thy house."The dwarf laughed, and fell the rest of the way. "No matter!" he cried,rubbing his shins. "My house shall follow me. It shall come down too. I amgoing to have it all built up anew.""Bravo!" said the clown. "I thought you were too happy."On the next day the door-bell of the castle rang, and soon a varlet came tofast inform my lord the dwarf that in the parlor waited now a giant, and onthe card he gave his name was written, "S.T. Mate." The dwarf unto hisparlor quick repaired, and there, upon some dozen chairs the giant sat,smiling benign."Hail to thee! good Sir Dwarf," spake the mammoth, and rising and foldinghis arms across his breast, he sang, in royal bass, his song:

"Stop!" cried the now enraged dwarf. "Begone! ere I, base boy! shall heavethe turret down."

"Certainly," replied the youth. "Big, ornary, base boy shall leave thee torot down. Oh! yes; of course, of course!" And away he went.

The Court fool came at last and let his master down.

"Oh! ho!" said he of the motley, as the dwarf came slowly down the ladder."Thou art now the first descendant of thy house."

The dwarf laughed, and fell the rest of the way. "No matter!" he cried,rubbing his shins. "My house shall follow me. It shall come down too. I amgoing to have it all built up anew."

"Bravo!" said the clown. "I thought you were too happy."

On the next day the door-bell of the castle rang, and soon a varlet came tofast inform my lord the dwarf that in the parlor waited now a giant, and onthe card he gave his name was written, "S.T. Mate." The dwarf unto hisparlor quick repaired, and there, upon some dozen chairs the giant sat,smiling benign.

"Hail to thee! good Sir Dwarf," spake the mammoth, and rising and foldinghis arms across his breast, he sang, in royal bass, his song:

"I hear that thou, O neighbor brave!Thy edifice anew would build.I come to much vain labor save.If thou to hear me now art willed."

"Proceed," said the dwarf, seating himself upon a piano-stool, and screwing himself up until he was near the ceiling and on a level with the singer's head. The giant proceeded:

"If thou shouldst build thy house thyself,The cost thou surely ne'er would know;But if I take the job, my friend.You'll see where every cent will go."

"I like that," said the dwarf. "Pray sing some more."

"I'll tell you just what it will cost;And all that you will have to doWill be to travel for a time,Whilst I your castle build anew."

"That's capital!" cried the delighted dwarf. "It would suit me exactly. Warble me yet other wood notes wild."

The giant sang on:

"A castle such as you will wantWill cost you eighty pounds—or so.I'll charge you nothing for my time;You'll see where every cent will go."

The dwarf revolved himself rapidly, and quickly reached the floor."The concert's over!" he cried, "and here's a check for eighty pounds.Proceed! Tear down; construct! I leave tonight for foreign parts. Write mewhen all is done. Adieu."The interview terminated.The clown, who had overheard this fair discourse, now left the castle; andretiring to a secluded spot, where—a willow drooped sadly o'er the brook,he laid him down and died.The dwarf to foreign parts now hied, and when twelve months had passed, andhe had had no news of his grand castle, he returned home.He found the castle finished—all but the roof and walls. The deep cellars,with their marble copings just peeping 'neath the heavy mass of weeds thatclustered to their very edge, were dark and solemn. The sly fox slunk alongtheir passages, and grim serpents reared their heads from many a gloomycorner.The dwarf, he gazed in silence!By heavy sighs his breast was heaven, and black thoughts made his soul likeHades!Anon he mounted in hot haste, and rode unto the giant's castle on thedistant hills. By sundown, the dwarf he saw on the horizon a great bluemass, the sight of which did move his inmost being."It is his castle!" quoth he, and he gave his steed free rein.The interview was terrible!All the domestics fled and hid themselves in distant dells.At last the dwarf, exhausted by vituperation, sank upon the flagstones ofthe court-yard. Then folded the giant his arms and sang his song:

The dwarf revolved himself rapidly, and quickly reached the floor.

"The concert's over!" he cried, "and here's a check for eighty pounds.Proceed! Tear down; construct! I leave tonight for foreign parts. Write mewhen all is done. Adieu."

The interview terminated.

The clown, who had overheard this fair discourse, now left the castle; andretiring to a secluded spot, where—a willow drooped sadly o'er the brook,he laid him down and died.

The dwarf to foreign parts now hied, and when twelve months had passed, andhe had had no news of his grand castle, he returned home.

He found the castle finished—all but the roof and walls. The deep cellars,with their marble copings just peeping 'neath the heavy mass of weeds thatclustered to their very edge, were dark and solemn. The sly fox slunk alongtheir passages, and grim serpents reared their heads from many a gloomycorner.

The dwarf, he gazed in silence!

By heavy sighs his breast was heaven, and black thoughts made his soul likeHades!

Anon he mounted in hot haste, and rode unto the giant's castle on thedistant hills. By sundown, the dwarf he saw on the horizon a great bluemass, the sight of which did move his inmost being.

"It is his castle!" quoth he, and he gave his steed free rein.

The interview was terrible!

All the domestics fled and hid themselves in distant dells.

At last the dwarf, exhausted by vituperation, sank upon the flagstones ofthe court-yard. Then folded the giant his arms and sang his song:

"Oh! hear me now, misguided dwarf,Eight thousand pound more I must ask.Materials, and labor too,All rose since I began my task.Among the things we can't divine.Are values of such terms as 'so;'But I've all items entered straight,Where all the money goes you'll know."

"Oh! hear me now, misguided dwarf,Eight thousand pound more I must ask.Materials, and labor too,All rose since I began my task.

Among the things we can't divine.Are values of such terms as 'so;'But I've all items entered straight,Where all the money goes you'll know."

The dwarf gave one quick savage glance at the pocket of the giant, S.T.MATE, and then, without a word, he proudly crossed the drawbridge.But he had not long left the castle at his back ere dejection crept uponhim and never left him more.The dwarf he did his cellar reach, fainting, almost bereft of speech; andas his men he staggered by, with panting breast and haggard eye,"Minstrel!" he cried, "O laggard! I for deepest depths of Lethe long. Getthy guitar and sing a song!"

The dwarf gave one quick savage glance at the pocket of the giant, S.T.MATE, and then, without a word, he proudly crossed the drawbridge.

But he had not long left the castle at his back ere dejection crept uponhim and never left him more.

The dwarf he did his cellar reach, fainting, almost bereft of speech; andas his men he staggered by, with panting breast and haggard eye,

"Minstrel!" he cried, "O laggard! I for deepest depths of Lethe long. Getthy guitar and sing a song!"

The minstrel sang:"O Estimate!Thy name is great,MEDUSA's head thou sure must own.Do as we will,Thy coming stillTurns all our hard-earned cash to stone."

The minstrel sang:

"O Estimate!Thy name is great,MEDUSA's head thou sure must own.Do as we will,Thy coming stillTurns all our hard-earned cash to stone."

The dwarf, now sunk in Lethe's mud, did snore; knowing the sign, theminstrel then forbore.

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ODE TO THE MISSING COLLECTOR.BY REGALIA REYNA.

Where areyou now, MR. BAILEY?We've been looking for you daily,Sometimes sadly, sometimes gayly,Ever since the week begun.Loving you so dear as we do,Doting on you, doubting for you,Looking for you, longing for you,Waiting for you, watching for you,Fearing you have cut and run,Ere your heavy task was doneIn cigars, and snuff, and rum;Spoiling for us lots of fun,And racy items forThe Sun,In the seizure rows begun,And the heavy raids to come.Think of poor, forsaken KIRBY,Think of honest-scented HARVEY!Your desertion, J. F. BAILEY,"Busts" our glorious Trinity;Robs the law of subtlety,Knocks our look formoietie,Knocks that Jersey property!So much whisky all set free:Where is SHIELDS to get his fee?Think of melancholy PUFFER,What the aged CHILDS must suffer!JOSHUA F., the noble buffer,"Lost to sight, to memory dear,"Think of energetic VAILLooking round to get his bail,While you're riding on a rail,Or on ocean gayly sailFor UNCLE BULL'S dominion!How could you thus fly the trackWith so many stores to "crack,"And COLUMBUS at your backTo defy the whiskey packAnd popular opinion?Whiskey "fellers" feeling badly,Cigar-sellers smoking madly,Bondsmen looking sorely, sadly,If their signatures are clear,If you will not cost them dear,If in court they must appearMournfully, in doubt and fear.Oh! you weak, unfeeling cuss,To get them in this shocking muss;How their pocket-books will rue it!J.F.B., howcouldyou do it?Are you putting for the West,Did you take French leave for Brest,Have you feathered well your nest,Do you sweetly take your rest;Say, whomdoyou like the best—COOK, or JENKS, or FULLERTON?Would you, JOSH, believe it true,At the moment, sir, when youWaited for that verdict blue,O'er the wires the message flew,Paid or franked by BOUTWELL through:"The gig is up; the cuss won't do.Put the district Thirty-twoUnder General PLEASANTON."Oh! the vile ingratitude;Of Statesmen in this latitude;Worse than DELANO'S attitude.Say, what is your longitude,East or West from Washington?

"Fox"-y.FECHTER'S wig in HAMLET."Echoes of the Clubs."SOUND of the policemen'sbatonson the sidewalk.Over and Under.INDIANA is said to be "going over" her divorce laws. She has certainly gonelong enough under them.Our Bullet-in.THE government has so many bad guns on hand that it deserves to be called,"A snapper-up of unconsidered Rifles."Every Little Helps.THE British newspapers say that ARTHUR HELPS writes the PRINCE OF WALES'Sspeeches. Now, if ARTHUR HELPS the Prince, who helps ARTHUR?

"Fox"-y.

FECHTER'S wig in HAMLET.

"Echoes of the Clubs."

SOUND of the policemen'sbatonson the sidewalk.

Over and Under.

INDIANA is said to be "going over" her divorce laws. She has certainly gonelong enough under them.

Our Bullet-in.

THE government has so many bad guns on hand that it deserves to be called,"A snapper-up of unconsidered Rifles."

Every Little Helps.

THE British newspapers say that ARTHUR HELPS writes the PRINCE OF WALES'Sspeeches. Now, if ARTHUR HELPS the Prince, who helps ARTHUR?

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Mr. DRAKE, who has been studying elocution under a graduate of the OldBowery, and has acquired a most tragic croak, which, with a little rougeand burnt cork, and haggard hair, gives him a truly awful aspect, remarkedthat the soil of the South was clotted with blood by fiends in human shape,(sensation in the diplomatic gallery.) The metaphor might be meaningless;but it struck him it was strong. These fiends were doubly protected bymidnight and the mask. In his own State the Ku-Klux ranged together withthe fierce whang-doodle. His own life had been threatened. (Faintapplause.) He had received an express package marked in large letters,"D.H." The President of the United States, an expert in express packages,had told him this meant "Dead Head." Was this right? Hah! Bellud!! Gore washenceforth his little game. He would die in his seat. (Great cheering,which rendered the remainder of the senator's remarks inaudible.)The case of the admission of General AMES as a senator from Mississippicame up. Senator CONKLING said that he had no objection to AMES inparticular; but in Brigadier-General, he considered the principle ofletting in men who elected themselves to be bad. Notoriously, General AMESdid not live in Mississippi. He considered this rather creditable toGeneral AMES'S good sense than otherwise. But did it not operate as atrivial disqualification against his coming here to represent Mississippi?Besides, if generals were allowed to elect themselves, where would it end?General AUGUR, he believed, commanded the Indian district. He would sendhimself to the Senate from that region, and be howling about the Pieganmassacre and such outrages upon his constituents, with which the Senate hadbeen sickened already. In that case AUGUR, he grieved to say, would be aBore. Then there is CANBY, who commands in Virginia. CANBY would like to bea senator, no doubt, like other people who never tried it; and he will beif he CANBY. A distinguished friend of his in the other house, whom itwould be detrimental to the public service for him to name, if thismilitary representation were to be recognized, instead of sitting for adistrict in Massachusetts, would represent Dutch Gap. They had already, inhis friend from Missouri, a representative of the German Flats; and hesubmitted that a member from Dutch Gap would be two tonic for the bodypolitic.Mr. HOWARD was in favor of the admission of AMES. He considered thearguments of the last speaker paltry, and his puns beneath contempt. Whatdifference did it make whether AMES represented Mississippi or not?Mississippi was disloyal, and didn't deserve to have any representative.AMES was a good fellow, and a good officer. Besides, he had been throughWest-Point and knew something. He understood he played a very fair game ofbilliards, and he would be an ornament to the Senate. Let us let him in.The Senate had already let in REVELS, who had been sent by AMES; and it wasabsurd to keep out AMES, who was the master of the REVELS. He consideredthat, in the language of a manly sport with which senators were familiar,he "saw" Senator CONKLING'S puns, and went several better, though he didnot wish to be considered a better himself.All this time, singular to say, Senator SUMNER remained silent.HOUSE.The House had a little amusement over polygamy in Utah. That institutionshocks Mr. WARD, of New-York, and naturally also Mr. BUTLER, ofMassachusetts. Mr. WARD was astonished to see any member standing up indefence of polygamy in the nineteenth century. If some member should standup in any other century and defend it, it would not astonish him at all. Itwas sheer inhumanity to refuse to come to the rescue of our sufferingbrethren in Utah. How a man who had one wife could consent to see fellow-creatures writhing under the infliction of two or three each, was what, Mr.WARD remarked, got over him. Mr. BUTLER pointed out how much money theMormons had made.Mr. Cox did not see why we should interfere by force to prevent a man'smarrying as many wives as he chose. Such a man was his own worst enemy; andhis crime carried its own punishment.Mr. HOOPER, of Utah, said the bill was an outrage. By all the wives that heheld most sacred, he felt impelled to resent it. MOSES was a polygamist;hence his meekness. If this sort of thing was continued, no man's wiveswould be safe. His own partners would be torn from him, and turned out uponthe world. He scorned to select from among them. Take all or none.

The case of the admission of General AMES as a senator from Mississippicame up. Senator CONKLING said that he had no objection to AMES inparticular; but in Brigadier-General, he considered the principle ofletting in men who elected themselves to be bad. Notoriously, General AMESdid not live in Mississippi. He considered this rather creditable toGeneral AMES'S good sense than otherwise. But did it not operate as atrivial disqualification against his coming here to represent Mississippi?Besides, if generals were allowed to elect themselves, where would it end?General AUGUR, he believed, commanded the Indian district. He would sendhimself to the Senate from that region, and be howling about the Pieganmassacre and such outrages upon his constituents, with which the Senate hadbeen sickened already. In that case AUGUR, he grieved to say, would be aBore. Then there is CANBY, who commands in Virginia. CANBY would like to bea senator, no doubt, like other people who never tried it; and he will beif he CANBY. A distinguished friend of his in the other house, whom itwould be detrimental to the public service for him to name, if thismilitary representation were to be recognized, instead of sitting for adistrict in Massachusetts, would represent Dutch Gap. They had already, inhis friend from Missouri, a representative of the German Flats; and hesubmitted that a member from Dutch Gap would be two tonic for the bodypolitic.

Mr. HOWARD was in favor of the admission of AMES. He considered thearguments of the last speaker paltry, and his puns beneath contempt. Whatdifference did it make whether AMES represented Mississippi or not?Mississippi was disloyal, and didn't deserve to have any representative.AMES was a good fellow, and a good officer. Besides, he had been throughWest-Point and knew something. He understood he played a very fair game ofbilliards, and he would be an ornament to the Senate. Let us let him in.The Senate had already let in REVELS, who had been sent by AMES; and it wasabsurd to keep out AMES, who was the master of the REVELS. He consideredthat, in the language of a manly sport with which senators were familiar,he "saw" Senator CONKLING'S puns, and went several better, though he didnot wish to be considered a better himself.

All this time, singular to say, Senator SUMNER remained silent.

HOUSE.

The House had a little amusement over polygamy in Utah. That institutionshocks Mr. WARD, of New-York, and naturally also Mr. BUTLER, ofMassachusetts. Mr. WARD was astonished to see any member standing up indefence of polygamy in the nineteenth century. If some member should standup in any other century and defend it, it would not astonish him at all. Itwas sheer inhumanity to refuse to come to the rescue of our sufferingbrethren in Utah. How a man who had one wife could consent to see fellow-creatures writhing under the infliction of two or three each, was what, Mr.WARD remarked, got over him. Mr. BUTLER pointed out how much money theMormons had made.

Mr. Cox did not see why we should interfere by force to prevent a man'smarrying as many wives as he chose. Such a man was his own worst enemy; andhis crime carried its own punishment.

Mr. HOOPER, of Utah, said the bill was an outrage. By all the wives that heheld most sacred, he felt impelled to resent it. MOSES was a polygamist;hence his meekness. If this sort of thing was continued, no man's wiveswould be safe. His own partners would be torn from him, and turned out uponthe world. He scorned to select from among them. Take all or none.

THE MARRIAGE MARKET IN ROME.

The business of catching impecunious counts, of magnetizing bankruptmarquises, and of plucking penniless princes, as practised by Americanwomen, appears to absorb all the attention in Rome at present. The rage fortitles is said to be so great among some classes of Americans resident inthe Holy City, that the only song one hears at evening parties andreceptions is the one commencing,"When I can read my title clear."We should not be surprised any day to hear that a marriage market had beenopened on one of the plazas of Rome, the quotations of which would readsomething after this fashion: Husbands dull and declining; Americanbeauties more active; foreign mammas less firm; American securities ingreat demand; the market in princes somewhat stronger; holders of titlesmuch sought after; brains without money a drug in the market; "bogus"counts at a discount; the genealogy market panicky and falling; the stockof nobility rapidly depreciating; the pedigree exchange market flat anddeclining, etc., etc. This traffic in titles, this barter in dowries, thisswapping of "blood" for dollars, is an offense too rank for words to embodyit. The trade in cadetships is mild in comparison with it, because in thesecommercial transactions with counts, while one party may be the purchaser,both parties are inevitably seen to be sold. The business may only beexcusable on the theory that "an even exchange is no robbery." But so longas brains are not bartered for a title, or beauty sacrificed for apedigree, we should not complain. Of money, there is plenty in America;and, while marquises are in the market, let Shoddy continue to pipe for itsown. A fig for Macbeth's philosophy that "blood will have blood." We modifyit in these degenerate days to "blood will have money:"

"When I can read my title clear."

We should not be surprised any day to hear that a marriage market had beenopened on one of the plazas of Rome, the quotations of which would readsomething after this fashion: Husbands dull and declining; Americanbeauties more active; foreign mammas less firm; American securities ingreat demand; the market in princes somewhat stronger; holders of titlesmuch sought after; brains without money a drug in the market; "bogus"counts at a discount; the genealogy market panicky and falling; the stockof nobility rapidly depreciating; the pedigree exchange market flat anddeclining, etc., etc. This traffic in titles, this barter in dowries, thisswapping of "blood" for dollars, is an offense too rank for words to embodyit. The trade in cadetships is mild in comparison with it, because in thesecommercial transactions with counts, while one party may be the purchaser,both parties are inevitably seen to be sold. The business may only beexcusable on the theory that "an even exchange is no robbery." But so longas brains are not bartered for a title, or beauty sacrificed for apedigree, we should not complain. Of money, there is plenty in America;and, while marquises are in the market, let Shoddy continue to pipe for itsown. A fig for Macbeth's philosophy that "blood will have blood." We modifyit in these degenerate days to "blood will have money:"

"Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare;And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair."

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SECOND:

BICKFORD'S CROCHET AND FANCY WORK MACHINES.

These beautiful little machines are very fascinating, as well as useful;and every lady should have one, as they can make every conceivable kind ofcrochet or fancy work upon them.

THIRD:

BICKFORD'S AUTOMATIC FAMILY KNITTER.

This is the most perfect and complete machine in the world. It knits everything.

FOURTH:

AMERICAN BUTTONHOLE, OVERSEAMING, AND SEWING-MACHINE.

This great combination machine is the last and greatest improvement on allformer machines. No. 1, with finely finished Oiled Walnut Table and Cover,complete, price, $75. No. 2, same machine without the buttonhole parts,etc., price, $60.

WE WILL SEND THE

Family Spinner, price, $8, for 4 subscribers and $16.No. 1 Crochet, price, 8, for 4 subscribers and 16.No. 2 Crochet, price, 15, for 6 subscribers and 24.No. 1 Automatic Knitter, 72 needles, price, 30, for 12 subscribers and 48.No. 2 Automatic Knitter, 84 needles, price, 33, for 13 subscribers and 52.No. 3 Automatic Knitter, 100 needles, price, 37, for 15 subscribers and 60.No. 4 Automatic Knitter, 2 cylinders }1 72 needles}price, 40, for 16 subscribers and 64.1 100 needles}

No. 1 American Buttonhole and Overseaming Machine, price, $75, for 30subscribers and £120.No. 2 American Buttonhole and Overseaming Machine, without buttonholeparts, etc. price, 60, for 25 subscribers and 100.

Descriptive Circulars

Of all these machines will be sent upon application to this office, andfull instructions for working them will be sent to purchasers.

Parties getting up Clubs preferring cash to premiums, may deductseventy-five cents upon each full subscription sent for four subscribersand upward, and after the first remittance for four subscribers may sendsingle names as they obtain they them, deducting the commission.

Remittances should be made in Post-Office Orders, Bank Checks, or Drafts onNew-York City; or if these can not be obtained, then by Registered Letters,which any post-master will furnish. Charges on money sent by express mustbe prepaid, or the net amount only will be credited.

Directions for shipping machines must be full and explicit to preventerror. In sending subscriptions give address, with Town, County, and State.

The postage on this paper will be twenty cents per year, payable quarterlyin advance, at the place where it was received. Subscribers in the BritishProvinces will remit twenty cents in addition to subscription.

All communications, remittances, etc., to be addressed to

PUNCHINELLO PUBLISHING COMPANY P. O. Box 2783. No. 83 Nassau Street,NEW-YORK

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