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MR. EDWIN RILEY OF LIVERMORE FALLS.

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HO 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 gl-mds up wood for paper, sir," the Cartoon-Maker said.

For they're building mills amazing and "Grind! Grind!" is all yon hear; "Another mill for pulp-wood!" comes the messa~;e, far and near; For they've got the logs a comm' and it's Riley for the gear; 1!~or they're bu.ilding mills, along the Androseog,!.!,ill. "And what does Riley do for them?" said the Poet Ready-made. "1!ltll seven of tbem runs he," the Cartoon-malter said "Has he the brains and brawn for this?" said the Poet Ready-made. "He bas; and lots to spare for more," the Cartoon-maker said. For he's been a soldier and a hustler and be'll be so till be die; An honest, able business-man as ever met your eye;In politics, a comer and in business, be's ace-bigb;- -. For tbey're building mills along tbe Androscoggin.

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