AN IMPORTANT DISCLOSURE.

"I want to tell you something, Tommy."

"What is it?"

"The country is going to ruin."

"You don't say so! What's the matter?"

"Rag currency is the matter."

"What's that?"

"I'll explain. You paid for that kettle of milk ten cents. You paid in rag currency. Did you ever see a silver dime?"

"No, Billy; but my big brother has seen one."

"Well, that is specie. Now, what we want is specie payment."

"How do you know?"

"My father says so."

Carlo the dog listens attentively, and seems to be absorbed in a profound reflection upon the currency question.

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Timothy Tippens's horse was blind,
Because he couldn't see, oh!
He'd two legs in front, and two behind;
And that's one more than three, oh!
Though if two be be-four, and behind two more,
It looks very like six to me, oh!
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Timothy Tippens's horse he died,
And Tim cried, "Gee," and "Woe," oh!
And sold his cart to his neighbor Jack,
Because it wouldn't go, oh!
Without a horse: and you know, of course,
It was likely it should be so, oh!