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And still they went on, without let or disaster,
To spoil 'the relations of servant and master.'
But, though foiled in its efforts to drive away
This bevy of gossip and beauty,
'The democracy' feels, and rejoices to say,
That it fully performed its duty;
And it trusts that its friends will with cheerfulness own,
That all that it could do, in safety, was done!
We are sadly disheartened, and all in a fret—
Parson F**k is about to absquatalize,
And B—t—n beneath the States Prison debt
Is hiding himself from mortal eyes;
Even H**l cannot help us—his hands are too full,
Making C**h**n a 'democrat dyed in the wool.'
White Slave, Doughface, &, Co.
