The native American. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1840, 1839-04-20

uuty, because we Woulu condemn IL ii En-
gllsh, French Dutch or Americans acted in
cod-bloodcd and disgraceGu a manner. The
Mayor must remedy this to-day.
Seventh Ward-As pretty skirmish was got
up here. before Breakfast, rs any lover of fish
Guns could have had relish for The indomi-
laoe mustered strong, and many fine fellow bit
,he aust before order could be restored. At
length detachment of the corps d'reserue were
seen marching down in Indian file, armed with
their war clubs, and their skulls protected by
leather helmets; and then the rowdies, even Joe
HoXles own, or the Ratchet knights, as they are
called here included, thought proper to hea, re-
treat having lost sundry coat-tas, and gained
plenty of black eyes and bloody noses
AS they were drawing off, one of the Ratchet
knights thus addressed a stawort looking loco,
who seemed to have been in the heart of the con-
flict 'Ah, you are nothing but parcel of cob
bers and thinkers, and we shall have the best of
yon now, and no mistake Well, vot of it?
should like to know replied the other; don't
you know that cohbler always sits and thinks
while he is at work, and that, when he gets his
dander up, he rips his foe from belly to heel lust
like piece of rotten leather?' At this saving.
Joe's retainer cut his stick as far rs the next gro
Gerry, where he took his horn; and, order having
been by this time somewhat restored, the barriers
were replaced across the street, and the polling
renewed with tolerable briskness, and very little
more disturbance the remainder of the day
Eighth Uard.-The polling here Yesterday
was tremendous, and the locofocos were ahead at
the close of the poll. A voter came up
Inspector: Your name?
Voter: John Silver.
Wing: He's hard money man-challenge
him.
Inspector: Were you born here
Voter: was born i'll the very room am now
in.
Inspector: You 81 years old?
Voter: have grand children 2 years of age.
Inspector: Where are your children!
Voter: Scattered all over the globe
Inspector: Do you consider New York your
homes!
Voter: What's the use, unless you consider it
SO? shall swear presently.
Inspector: So you shall
lie was sworn, and another came up.
Inspector: Are you citizen?
Voter: Sir, was citizen of this country be-
fore you were conceived, and before your father
saw the country, or your mother either.
Inspector: Will you swear?
Voter: Ay, through blanket or deal board.
At the close Of the polls, last night, there was
not difference Of 20 votes either way; but the
wings seem confident of getting the ward.
Ninth Uard.-There was good deal of fun
here The polling is brisk, and the locos will
carry the ward. The following, amongst other
matters, occurred yesterday.
Y our name!'
Duncan.
Your vote is challenged
On what ground?'
'On the floor Of this room.'
For what reason?'
For no reason, but for suspicion
'Of WHAT
That you have been in the state prison.
Have you been in the state prson?'
so have
Stand aside
A well-dressed man came up, and locofoco
him.
Inspector: You do swear you are citizen of
the United States; of the age of 81 years. have
resided IN this state for the last year, and in the
county for the last six months; that you now re-
side in this ward, and have not voted at this elec
ton.
Locofoco: That's not enough Ask him if
he's been in the state prison.
Voter: III not submit to this-I'll not VOTE
Locoloco: Hurrah for our sde-one wing dead
for year.
rough looking locofoco came up
Inspector: Are you a citizen?
Voter: | am.
Inspector: Where were you born?
Voter Long Island
Inspector: What part?
Voter City of Hampstead.
Inspector: What end Of Long Island is that on?
Voter: don't know.
Inspector: We can't take a man who don't
know where he was born.
Tenth Enthusiastically quiet here and the
polling going on as brskly possible, consider
ing the number of foreigners who came up to
vote. Many of them, we noticed, did not an
pear to know the nature Of the proceedings, un-
til they were notified by one from their Fadey
land, who came as far the door with them.
gave the tickets, and explained what they were to
do. When challenged, they took their papers
from their hats, handed them to the inspector. and
then listened to the oath with about as much ora
witty as sick monkey would to the prescription
of quack doctor. When asked by the inspec-
tor if they were ready to swear, the reply was,
: an, yah, meme Got, meine good vote.' Then,
sir, kiss the book
Outside the polling place in this ward, there
were plenty of loafers all day, but not much ex-
citement-'cause vy?' there was no grog shop in
the same building. Would il not be be,,e e