President. Now Fransh ish shatishfied—an' world content!
Republic won't forget thish last October!
Feelingsh of concord, cetra, will survive
Last echosh of feshtivitish—for ever!
Tzar. Oh, coursh! Asshure you I am quite alive
To reshiproshity—shan't forget it—never!
President. Thash ri' ole f'ler! Our resh—hic!—proshity—
Not like the comic Yankee's, all one shide?
Tzar. Certainly not! Shorry to say good-bye!
But though our bodiesh part, our soulsh are tied.