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[Pencil sketch of a gentlemen holding a musket, with buildings, mills and a ships in the background.]

HON. ALBERT H. SHAW, BATH, MAINE.

"THE time has come," the Walrus said "To talk of many things; Of mills and banks and millionaires And congressmen and kings. Now listen carefully; my dears To what the Walrus sings.

A shooting camp that's not too damp; Is what we chiefly need. A city house or two beside Are very good indeed. A state committee job, perhaps, That has not gone to seed.

A group of mills, a world or trees And woodsmen, strong and stout; Ten thousand men, at my command To come! Whene'er I shout— These little minor worldly things Would help my feelings out.

"The time has come," the Walrus said "To talk about friend Shaw; And how to be a Governor And how to make the law; But every time I mention that, He simply murmurs "Pshaw."