arms extended as if for booty. These are the political
standards of Mr. Burns. Each poster has the
announcement that Michael W. Burns is the anti-railroad
candidate, and appeals to all the honest
voters to vote against C. B. Woodruff. Mr. Burns,
besides the name of Gridiron Smasher that he has
given himself, runs with the machine, and is connected
with Hose Company No. 21; is about twenty
five, thin face, dark complexion, and, we believe, a
member of that numerous class of this city who have
no particular business. He was formerly engaged
in driving cattle and sheep between the Erie Railroad
depot and Bull's Head, but has retired from
that business, and now spends his time about the
drinking-saloons.

CANDIDATE No. 3.

Joseph A. Gardiner, the republican nominee in
this district, resides in State-street, and has for along
time been connected with the police force of the city.
He is a cooper by trade, and at one time carried on
that business; was a police detective for two or
three years. He bears the reputation of being one
of the most attentive policemen of the district, is
about thirty-two years of age, native of New York,
with strong American proclivities, is about five feet
eight inches in height, dark hair, smooth face, with
a large, full and penetrating eye, prominent Roman
nose; would be taken for a man of more than common
intelligence, with a countenance bearing unmistakable
evidence of an active mind and restless spirit
within.

CANDIDATE No. 4.

Mr. Kinney is a man about twenty-seven years of
age, a native of this district, five feet ten inches in
height, with dark brown hair, side whiskers and
moustache, has somewhat of a foppish air about him,
and walks in regular cavalier style. He was at one
time a clerk in a drug store, from which he has
obtained the appellation of M.D. He is now one of
the employe's in the Post-office. He ran once for
coroner and was defeated, and we belteve he was
once defeated as a candidate for Assembly in the
Sixteenth ward.

CANDIDATE No. 5.

Joseph Woodworth, the Tammany nominee, is a
sort of fancy gentleman, got up artificially in an
artistic style, is about thirty-five, large build, full
round face, brown complexion, wears goatee and
moustache, and is a person that stirs up quite a
breeze in a small way. He formerly kept a one-horse
hotel at the junction of Spring and Macdougal streets,
and is now a dealer in fast and fancy horses,
making his head-quarters in Laurens-street.

CANDIDATE No. 6.

The Breckinridgere have nominated Thomas
Montgomery, a young man about twenty-five, and a
machinist and engineer. He is a native of Ireland,
and came to this country when about a year
old, received a thorough education bv a private
teacher, and is an industrious and energetic man.
He has been the main support of a disabled mother
for the last ten years. He is of medium height,
dark brown hair, light grey eyes, and has withal a
countenance revealing an active and restless mind.
He is a member of Engine Company No. 21, and is
an exempt fireman. He has made several propositions
to the other candidates to unite upon one ticket
against the republicans.

But I must tear myself from Tammany Hall
to go and see the great political event of the day,

THE GRAND DOUGLAS OX-ROAST IN JONES'S WOOD.

I have heard for the last two hoars the gentlemen
rocking in the chairs outside the door of
the St. Nicholas Hotel, in Broadway, discussing
the roast as they roll and bite their cigars.
They cherish an angry hatred of Lincoln, for
most of them are Cuban sugar-planters, or gentlemen
of property from Louisiana, and wear
sumptuous watch-chains at their fobs three inches
broad. Last night, just as I got to bed, there
was a political procession to herald this Ox-Roast.
An enormous Kentucky ox was borne on a
scaffold past my window, surrounded by torches;
his great shadow loomed like that of the Bull of
Phalaris on my bedroom wall, luminous just
then with a fiery storm of political fireworks.
Somebody addressed the crowd all night long
from the hotel balcony in the next room (how
I love and adore the memory of that man!), then
five brass bands struck up "Yankee Doodle,"
and four cannon saluted heaven from the Fifth
Avenue every ten minutes, for an hour. And
all this was to advertise the Ox-Roast at two
o'clock to-day in Jones's Wood. I order as my
preparation for the Roast, at the St. Nicholas
oar, a mint-julep—seraphic compound—paradisaical
beverage—surely the result of a long life
devoted (not in vain) to alchemy and the search
for the elixir vitee. Domingo the barman pours
out into a tin cup, a wine-glass and a half of spirits
crystal pure; in another tumbler, under the cold
pressure of some split diamonds of Wenham ice,
he places a bunch of the freshest and most aromatic
dewy green mint, clipping off all but the
last emerafdine tops of the latest growth. These
he bruises a little, till they breathe, under that
gentle persecution and soft torture, a calm, perfumed
essence, at once medicinal and delicious.
He then dashes in a spoonful of citron bitters,
and holds the two tin tumblers one in either
hand, with the air of a juggler, then tossing
them over his head, he mingles them violently,
then clapping a larger tin tumbler as a sort
of extinguisher over the one now full of
ice, mint, gin, and citron bitters, he shakes
it stormily for the space of two minutes, then
jerking off the cover, he dashes the julep, now
perfect and complete, into a huge glass tumbler
and slides it to me, taking as he does so a fresh
order from another thirsty soul for a " Catawba
cobbler." I drink the julep, and for a moment
forget my kindred and my native land my
cares, my hopes my editors and my critics
I bathe in bliss, and then hum the verses of
Coleridge with great unction, though they are
not exactly apposite:

"This is a drink of wondrous powers,
My mother made it of wild flowers."

I cap that, with the rolling lines in Comus:
"And first behold this cordial julep here
That flames and dances in its crystal bounds
With spirits of balm and fragrant syrups mixed;
Not that nepenthe which the wife of Thane
In Egypt gave to joy-born Helena,
Is of such power to stir up joy as this,
To life so friendly or so cool to thirst"