Cor. What do you think of oar new City Charter?
Ad. Is it a ship?
Cor. Yes, sir. It is a sort of hardship for New-York.
Ad. Well, the city must be used to that. Will take in its ale pretty much as usual, I reckon.
Cor. What, sir, do you think of Chicago?
Ad. Ah! go way.
Cor. (oblivious of hint.) Where do you buy your pantaloon stuff, Mr. Secretary?
Ad. (sharply.) Where the woodbine twineth.
Cor. Admiral, have you any children?
Ad. (loudly.) ROBESON!