There is a city in Illinois called St. Genevieve. By some hocus-pocus
known to accomplished politicians, this city has had no Mayor since the
4th of June, 1867. In the absence of definite information upon the
subject, we take it for granted that St. Genevieve must be a most
delightful place to live in, and specially so, because, as we are
further informed, they have no Aldermen there either. More delightful
still, as there is nobody authorized to assess taxes, the fortunate
inhabitants do not pay any. Of course, if this state of primitive bliss
could last, Mr. PUNCHINELLO would make immediate arrangements to remove
to St. Genevieve; but the courts have ordered the citizens to elect a
Mayor immediately, so that this little heaven upon earth will soon have
ceased to exist.
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[Illustration: LETTING HIM DOWN EASY.
_Aspiring Author._ "Ah! You have read my essay? I hope the verdict is
Favorable."
_Editor._ "O yes, all Right,--Acquitted on the ground of insanity."]
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