Egyptian Daddy, Or Tiemann Granny, Or Peter Mummy, Or Edward Sonny, Some five thousand years old, Whose wills were never sold, Nor their offices for gold, As we oft have been told; Who loved their constituents Far better than stimulants, Or their sons and brothers, And a good many others. O, fiddle-de-dee, Ye Coopers three, You’ll not cheat me, No, sirs-ree, While I’m free, As you’ll see![pointing-hand symbol] And Terry said he hoped I would excuse him, as he felt nervous, and would like to go to bed, and I bade him good night, and went to see Plympton, and assured him that if he told the students I had the itch, it would mortify my feelings, and spread, and terrify all Cambridge, and I might be mobbed, and he most solemnly vowed that he would make no further disclosures. And I returned to the College, and saturated my body with ointment, and retired, and sweat, and scratched all night, and did not close my weary eyes until the Cambridge rooster crowed. (To be continued to our last loan.) Let the Firemen Stand to their Guns! _And Never Surrender their Glorious Volunteer System to the Corrupt Politicians, and with it their Widows’ and Orphans’ Fund._ We wrote and published the following document in the _New York Herald_ one year before we opened our batteries against George W. Matsell’s alienage. But it is more appropriate now than in 1854, as the enthusiastic champions of a Paid Fire Department are inclosing and about to overwhelm the adversaries of that fatal system, like the allied armies the great Napoleon at Waterloo. Although we had written the Annual and Special Fire Reports of Alfred Carson in 1851, ‘2, and ‘3, yet we wrote and published this document without his consultation, as he was in _Troy_, New York, when it appeared in the _Herald_; but when he read it in the cars between Albany and New York, he was delighted with it, as he informed us on his arrival in this city. The Firemen will perceive that it was written soon after the destruction of Jenning’s Clothing Store in Broadway, and the loss of human life; and that we hurl back the ungenerous charges of almost the universal press of New York, that the firemen were a gang of thieves, because some cheap and scorched and wet clothing was placed over the chilly and mangled and dying firemen by their weeping comrades on that mournful occasion, and found on their dead bodies in the City Hospital. But read, Firemen, read, and unite to a man against all who would destroy the _Volunteer Fire System of New York_, which is the best ever devised since the forests and Indians yielded to civilization and freedom. _From the New York Herald of May 14, 1854._