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ONE PRESIDENT.

"What are those, father?" "Statesmen, my child— Lacrymose, unparliamentary, wild." "What are they that way for, father?" "Last fall, 'Our candidate's better,' they said, 'than all!'" "What did they say he was, father?" "A man Built on a straight incorruptible plan— Believing that none for an office would do Unless he were honest and capable too." "Poor gentlemen—so disappointed!" "Yes, lad, That is the feeling that's driving them mad; They're weeping and wailing and gnashing because They find that he's all that they said that he was."