'Thou crownless king, thy days are few; The world thou art forgotten in; Ere thou dost die, thy life review, Repent thy crimes, thy wrongs undo, Give freedom to the dusky crew Whose blood now stains the model U- niversal nigger-cotton-gin- niversal nigger-cotton-gin!' A SORROWFUL DIALOGUE. FRIEND OF HUMANITY. Needy axe-grinder! whither are you going? Sad is your visage, sadder far your raiment, Rimless your hat, your coat has got a hole in't, So have your trowsers! Seedy axe-grinder! little know the great ones, Who buy fat jobs, and steal the public lucre, What times befall the poverty-stricken devils Who grind their axes! Tell me, axe-grinder, how you came so seedy? Did some great man ungratefully entreat you? Was it FERNANDO, first king of our Gotham, Or the Collector? Or did some evil WEED set you to burning The Cataline, and pocket all the plunder; Or did the patriot BEN engulf your little All in a lottery? Tell me, axe-grinder! 'tell me how you cum so:' 'Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids, Ready to fall the moment you have told your Pitiful story.' AXE-GRINDER. Story! God bless you! mine is sad to tell, sir; The gratitude of great men drove me downward, Reduced me to these shoddy coat and trowsers So sad and seedy! Listen! while I disclose the secrets of the Mansion which standeth on Broadway, where strangers Are taken in and done for at two dollars And a half per diem. There congregate Lord THURLOW, ALEXANDER The Wonder of the World, and they who pull the Wool o'er the eyelids of the veteran Com- Missary-general. And there, while they within did manufacture The ways and means to 'work' this foul rebellion, I kept the door without, and turned the grindstone Which ground their axes. And daily to their private closet came one Called ORSAMUS, of fame in all the churches, Whose savory name smells sweetly to all lovers Of public plunder. 'Twas queer the ex-(tra) congress man resorted There; strange they were to all invisible when _His_ oily visage, like a magic lantern, Lit the apartment. It were a Matter-son or father might take A note of; so I questioned of the key-hole, And, lo! they would bestow warm raiment on our Suffering soldiers. I deemed the subject worthy of attention, The more so as a very fat commission Would be gained by it, so as almoner I Tendered my service. I looked for thanks; when, lo! they gave me none, sir, But, calling eavesdroppers ungodly sinners, Applied their patent-leathers to my tender Unmentionables. FRIEND OF HUMANITY. They served you right; take wholesome warning by it, Leave state affairs to those who live upon 'em; Should not the ox that treadeth in the corn-crib Eat of the hoe-cakes?