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MR. EDWIN RILEY OF LIVERMORE FALLS.

WHO is it you're cartooning?" said the Poet Ready-made. "It is Riley, Edwin Riley," the Cartoon-Maker said. "What does he do? What does he do?" said the Poet Ready-made. "He grinds up wood for paper, sir," the Cartoon-Maker said.

For they're building mills amazing and "Grind! Grind!" is all you hear; "Another mill for pulp-wood!" comes the message, far and near; For they've got the logs a comin' and it's Riley for the gear; For they're building mills, along the Androscoggin.

"And what does Riley do for them?" said the Poet Ready-made. "Full seven of them runs he," the Cartoon-maker said "Has he the brains and brawn for this?" said the Poet Ready-made. "He has; and lots to spare for more," the Cartoon-maker said.

For he's been a soldier and a hustler and he'll be so till he die; An honest, able business-man as ever met your eye;— In politics, a comer and in business, he's ace-high;— For they're building mills along the Androscoggin.