"My friends, there was taken from this place of worship this morning a large black silk-umbrella, nearly new; and in place of it was left a small blue cotton umbrella, much tattered and worn, and of a coarse texture. The black silk umbrella was undoubtedly taken by mistake, but such mistakes are getting a leetle too common!"[6] [6] "Ollapodiana;" Knickerbocker Magazine. * * * * * As we shall very soon have a new President coming into office for a new four-year's lease of care and "glory," we venture to insinuate what he may expect from the throngs of office-seekers by whom he will be surrounded; and we shall take but a single instance out of many hundreds that might be offered. A man writing from Washington at the coming in of our last National Chief Magistrate, gave this graphic sketch of a "Sucker" office-seeker: Dickens might draw some laughable sketches, or caricatures, from the live specimens of office-seekers now on hand here. The new President has just advised them all to go home and leave their papers behind them; and such a scattering you never saw! One fellow came here from Illinois, and was introduced to a wag who, he was told, had "great influence at court," and who, although destitute of any such pretensions, kept up the delusion for the sake of the joke. The "Sucker" addressed the man of influence something in this wise: "Now, stranger, look at them papers. Them names is the first in our whole town. There's Deacon Styles--there ain't no piouser man in all the county; and then there's Rogers, our shoemaker--he made them boots I got on, and a better pair never tramped over these diggins. You wouldn't think them soles had walked over more than three hundred miles of Hoosier mud, but they _hev_ though, and are sound yet. Every body in our town knows John Rogers. Just you go to Illinois, and ax about _me_. You'll find how I stand. Then you ask Jim Turner, our constable--_he_ knows me; ask _him_ what I did for the party. He'll tell you I was a screamer at the polls--nothing else. Now, I've come all the way from Illinois, and a-foot too, most of the way, to see if I can have justice. They even told me to take a town-office to--hum! but I must have something that pays aforehand--such as them '_char-gees_,' as they call 'em. I hain't got only seven dollars left, and I can't wait. Jist git me one o' them '_char-gees_,' will ye? Them'll do. Tell the old man how it is; _he'll_ do it. Fact is, he _must_! I've airnt the office, and no mistake!" Doubtless he _had_ "airnt" it; few persons who go to Washington and _wait_ for an office, but _earn_ their office, whether they obtain it or not. * * * * * It is HORACE WALPOLE, in his egotistical but very amusing correspondence, who narrates the following amusing anecdote: