"Well, gentlemen, let's all throw in a V apiece, to defray expenses; we, you know, of course, must put the whigs _through_, and we must give them a rouse they won't forget soon. Champagne and turtle, that's the ticket; coach for four _out_ and two _in_. Ha, ha!--The whigs shall see the elephant!" Well, the purse was made up, the coach hired, and the two victims, the poor whigs, were carted out under the pretence of a grand aldermanic feast to Harlem, the scene of many a spree and jollification with the city fathers, and other bon vivants and gourmands of Gotham. Dinner fit for an emperor being discussed, sundry bottles of "Sham" were uncorked, and their effervescing contents decanted into the well-fed bodies of the four aldermen. Toasts and songs, wit and humor, filled up the time, until the democrats began to think it was time that one of them slipped out, took the carriage back to the city, leaving the other to _fuddle_ the two whigs, and detain them until affairs at "the Tea Room," City Hall, were settled to the entire satisfaction of the democrats. "Landlord," says one of the democrats, whom we will call Brown, "landlord, have you any conveyance, horses, wagons, carriages or carts, by which any of my friends could go back to town to-night, if they wish?" "Oh, yes," says the landlord, "certainly--I can send the gentlemen in if they wish." "Very well, sir,--they may get very _tight_ before they desire to return--they are men of families, respectable citizens, and I do not wish them, under any circumstances, to leave your house until morning. Whatever the bill is I will foot, provided you deny them any of your means to go in to-night. You understand!" "Oh! yes, sir--if you request it as a matter of favor, that I shall keep your friends here, I will endeavor to do so--but hadn't you better attend to them yourself?" "Well, you see," says Brown, "I have business of importance to transact--must be in town this evening. Give the party all they wish--put that in your fob--(handing the host an X)--post up your bill in the morning, and I'll be out bright and early to make all square. Do you hark?" says Brown. "Oh, yes, sir--all right," responded the landlord. Brown gave his confederate the _cue_, stepped out, promising to "be in in a minute," and then, getting into a carriage, he drove back to the city, almost tickled to death with the idea of how nicely the whigs would be "dished" when they all met at the City Hall, and came up minus _two!_