Fresh caught Irishman came up--been but fifteen minutes off the ship "Pauper's Refuge," but was brought up by the bullies to vote for whiskey man--Know Nothing man challenged him--he swore he was twenty-seven years old, had always lived in this country--ten years in Maine--eleven in South Carolina--eight in Maryland, and the last nine years of his life he had spent in this city. Said he was a full-blooded American; that his father was a New Hampshire farmer, and his mother a Mohawk squaw; that they had separated three years before he was born, and had never seen each other since. Inspector, who was a friend of whiskey man, received his ballot. (Paddy had slipped in two others with his left hand, while his right was on the book taking the oath.) His kind friends took him by turns into eighteen different wards, in every one of which he deposited a whiskey vote, and swore it in; after the polls were closed and he couldn't vote any more, they sent him to the station-house for being "drunk and disorderly." Elated with their success in this instance, the B'hoys now brought up a newly imported Dutchman, who could only grin idiotically and say "Yaw." Inspector asks--"Are you a voter?" "Yaw." "Are you twenty-one years old?" "Yaw." "Do you live in this city?" "Yaw." Here one of Noggs's friends culpably interposed, evidently with the desire of ridiculing the august proceedings, and asked: "Have you got thirty-one wives?"--another man asked if he had his hat full of saur-krout--and a third was anxious to be informed if he could stand on his head and smoke a pipe, and balance a potash kettle on his heels to all of which he placidly responded "Yaw." Inspector hurried to the rescue, and put the test question: "Do you vote for Hoggs?" and receiving the same complacent "Yaw," he took his vote, and shoved him aside. All sorts of odd customers came up to deposit their ballots, but it is a remarkable fact that if they wanted to vote for Boggs, Scroggs, or Noggs, or, in fact, any one but Hoggs, they were sure to be crowded, shoved, and hustled, and generally left the room with bloody noses, and their ballots still in their hands. Fun grew fast and furious; whiskey man ahead, but wanted tremendous majority; the pauper forces of Randall's Island, visiting the city for that occasion only, came up and voted. This last trick is getting stale, and whoever is elected this time will probably have it denounced as a diabolical invention of the opposite faction, and have a sharp watch kept over these individuals until his own term of office runs out, and he is announced as a candidate for re-election; which circumstance will blind his eyes for a while unless his opponents bring them over to the other side, when he will turn state's evidence, and expose the whole trick to his constituents.