"'Jon—nathan Hig—gins, what am your politics?'
"'I'm for Polk, straight.'
"'Wall, sir, yew can walk straight to hum, cos I won't have nobody that ain't for Clay! that's a fact.'
"'Three cheers for the Mill Boy of the Slashes!' sung out Jonathan.
"'That's your sort,' says Sukey. 'When shall we be married, Jon—nathan?'
"'Soon's Clay's e—lect—ed.'
"'Ahem, ahem!'
"'What's the matter, Sukey?'
"'Sposing he ain't e—lect—ed?'
"We came away."