John? S'pose hab got, mi likee see.' I haf such vay of shpeaking nefer heard, bud I can a leedle undershtand, and I t'ink dot he vill not know a coot goad ven he zee id, and I show him some dot ish not of the brime qualidy, and vill not last so long as dot kind as I show you, and I sharge him a coot brice, and he look at him, and dry him on, and I dell him dot id vill him very vell fit. Und den dish great rasgal he say to me dot he has not much money got, but some leedle box of very coot tea, und he make a pargain and shwop mit me. Und I t'ink dot I make mit him a coot drade, und I give him de goat, and dake de dea; and he say, 'Chin, chin, John,' and go out, and I don'd never see him no more. Und vat you tink? ven I open dot dea, I find him one inch coot, and below dot noding but yust rubbish, and some schmall bieces of iron to make him heavy. Und so, mein liebe Herr, you can de reason undershtand dot I like not to have dot Shinese beobles gome to New York. Und you pe a goot vellow, and put in de baber dot he ish a bad man, and if he gome here, de honest men can no pusiness do."

In one of the public squares I happened to meet a newlyarrived but eminent ward politician,

MR. PHELIM MCFINNEGAN.

"It's

"Good mornin' to yez," he pleasantly began. mesilf that's glad to see the loight of your countenance. And maybe ye're one of them gintlemen of the press, that I'm tould comes from Trinithy College, Dublin. And it's niver a betther place they'll be foinding. Shure it's to ould Ireland that they have to come to supply their wants, and don't it make ye proud to see in what honor and estheem yere countrymen are hild in this city? Look at the hoigh places they're filling. Faix, ye may be afther calling it the capital of the Irish republic. An intherview, is it? What will I be afther thinking about the Chinaze? Oh, murther! Shure ye're not wanthing thim haythin for

eyners to come and sthay here and take the bread out of the mouth of the wurruking man? Ain't they wurruking men themselves? Sorra a bit of it, with their long pigtails and their opium pipes. Would ye now-would ye raly put one of thim alongside of a broth of a boy just landed from the Counthy Cork or Tipperary, with his nate velveteen breeches and his sprig of shillelagh, and loiking a sup of whisky whin he's dhry, and always ready for a foight? Shure there was one of them-as foine a young man as ever ye seen-come out in the stheamer a whoile ago, and he was afther taking a walk and he met one of thim Chinaze on the sidewalk with his woman's skirts and his silks, whin Patsy had niver a dacint coat to his back, and he was that mad that he knocked him off into the mud. And whin the craythur picked himself up, ye niver seen anything loike his impudence, for he points first to Patsy, and thin to himself, and says, 'You-Chlistian, mi -heathen. Good mornin'.' Did ye iver hear the loikes of that? No, surr, as long as the Oirish vote is that powerful that it is now, niver a Chinaze will ye see here."

MR. HANNIBAL KALSOMINE.

This sable gentleman, in passing, overhearing the conversation, ventured the following remarks:

"Yeth, an'-yeth; an' yer see, we're gittin' too many of dem forrin' elephants in de country. Dem yellah fellahs is gittin' to be a power in de lan'. Dey'll be raisin' 'em to de lebbel ob civilized bein's, puttin' em in walkin' matches, an' lettin' 'em vote; den whar'll de cullud people and de Fifteenth Commandment be? wid de Freedmen's Buro busted befo' 'em, an' bulldozin' behin? Yeth, an' whichsomebber way de cullud people vote settles de mattah! An' if dem yellah fellahs 's gittin' to be too numerous, we's got to take a back seat, an' what war de use of de wah ?"

Like a breeze from his own Western prairies and canyons was the hearty greeting, at a down-town hotel, of

JUDGE ELIAKIM PILLSBURY,

of Deadman's Ranch, Whisky Gulch, Montana Territory, who gave his visitor a strong shake of the hand, placed himself at his disposal, and expressed his sentiments concisely and clearly, after having, at the reporter's request, read over the notes of the foregoing interviews.

"Wall," said he, "I calkilate you've come to me about the right time.

"I was born and reared in the state of Maine, and used to hear lots of stuff about free speech, but I've found out that speakin' their own minds was a luxury beyond the means of most men, and I ain't been able to afford it myself until I struck it rich in the gulch (a true fissure vein and as good ore as you ever see). And that's the trouble with most folks; they're afeard to say things that may harm their interests. It reminds me of a debating society down in Skowhegan when I was a youngster. A fellow named Fettyplace summed up on one side, and a fellow named Bunker on the other; and when the president come to decide, sez he, 'I allow Mr. Bunker 'peared to have the best of the argyment, but then Mr. Fettyplace, he buys most of his goods at my store, and I can't decide ag'in him. So, you see, it is. People in trade's afraid of losing custom and politicians think of their places, and lawyers of their practice, and some parsons, too, maybe, of the risk of being turned out. But I've got to the point now that I calkilate to say about what I think, and it ain't taken me long to make up my mind about what these five men have told you. The Chinee's head's leveler than any of 'em. He jest goes on about his business, and I say, give him a show. I'll tell you one thing thet's sartain, and jest you make a note of it, and that is, that unless we're agoin' right straight back on the Constitution of the United States and the Declaration of Independence, all these foreigners is exactly the same to us, and there isn't one in the whole outfit of 'em hez any more rights here than another. And as to a

lot of 'em comin' here and livin' off the land, and then tellin' us that some more foreigners shan't come, because they happen to wear pig-tails and eat rats (an' one of my cousins who's been to Canton says that ain't so), is playin' it down pretty low on us, and about as everlastin' impudence as I ever heerd of. So, pard, if my opinion's any good to you, jest say that I calkilate to stick close to the Constitution, and if that document don't make no difference between folks that come here from foreign parts, I say give 'em all a show, and make 'em behave themselves, and if they don't, make 'em git up and git suddenly."

THE TRAMP.

From the New York Mail.

SIDNEY W. COOPER.

I'm a tramp, sir, I s'pose, but what d'you care-
You, a livin' 'n yer brown stun house up there?
Beats all how you dan'fied fellers what's got
A house an' fixins-they've all got to rot-
Turn up yer nose an' git out o' the way
Wen I cum along; as much's to say-
"Don't yer tetch me-yer pisin-dirty dog,
Wot you doin' here," 's if I was a hog!

Well, jess once, to tell the God's truth, I s'pose
I aint over clean. I s'pect that my close,
As they call 'em, smells jess a bit; an' me,
My carcass it haint seen water-let's see-
Six years sin the little un died-six years-
Don't edge away, sir, needn't have any fears-
Jess that sin' I wash'd off the dust an' dirt,
Six years I've tramp'd it without ary shirt!
Don't wonder ye give me wide berth-not much
I've seen the time I wouldn't brush agin such.
W'y dang it, jess look at me an' my rags-
They're fifty times wuss nor scavengers' bags;
They're ragged an' patched till I can't make thread
Hang a patch on to 'em-wish I was dead-

Would be, too, 'f I knew jess ware I'd go;
I s'pose I'd be only a tramp, sir, below.
I've got a job, an' betwixt you an' me,
I'll jess stay here till I do it, d'ye see?
An' wen I git through I'll jess go—well—
Anyware ye like, to Heaven or Hell.
Hell's ware I'll go, but I don't care a dot,
I want to give him jess one single shot-
Right plum in his breast-a bit o' col' lead,
An' to see the dog lay at my feet stone dead!
I've got the barker, right here on my belt;
An' the man wot takes it, he takes my pelt.
But I tell ye wot, on a breezy day,

It's no fool's job fur to hide it away;

Fur the wind, ye see, it ketches these rags
An', lord! these loose patches look jess like flags
Flyin' out in the air! "Tweren't for my hat,
The cops would 'a seen it-trust me for that!
I aint allus bin trampin', no, not me;
I once was a man, sir, an' jess as free
To come an' go ware I liked, as the best
O' ye all. An' now I'll jess tell the rest
If ye like-that is, if ye care a pin
To hear a tramp's story. I'll jess begin
With that dog, as I call 'im, but you, high fokes,
Calls gen❜leman. Dog, I say, I never jokes.
Ye see, my Mary—that is, she was mine-
She was my wife, an' a woman as fine
An' as soft an' as kind-well, sir, in years
Ye might not meet her like-durn these tears-
I aint goin' to blubber-she was my wife,
As I said; an' I-well, I'd stak'd my life

The man didn't live wot could take her from me;
But 'twas done, sir, yes, 'twas done, as you'll see.
W'y sir, fur her an' the young un wot's dead,
I work'd hard all day an' I earn'd 'em their bread.
That's wot I lik'd, an' I said, "Now, Jim Flint,
While you've got a heart, jess carry 'em in't."