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Col. Corcoran for Sheriff of that city, and anticipates the objection that the Colonel is under lock and key, by the characteristic boast that there are men enough who will vote for him to release him from his confinement and bring him back to New York. This is a continuance of the ‘"On to Richmond"’ hurrah, which, since the battle of Manassas, has disgusted all mankind. Col. Corcoran is not likely soon to act as Sheriff of New York. He has, however, one qualification which the Evening Post has omitted to mention. The absurd creature, as stupid as he is sullen, who affected such intense Irish feeling that he would not call out his regiment to do honor to the Prince of Wales, was once a Queen's policeman in Ireland! He has some other qualifications, having kept a dram shop in New York, and amassed some money by relieving the drunken vagabonds and politicians of the city of their loose change. We are not surprised at the intense mortification and rage of the regular officers of the old army, that they are compelled to recognize such creatures as Corcoran as officers. The Evening Post's nominee is by this time enjoying the comfortable sea breezes of Charleston harbor, in a position which will prevent him, for a long time, from being inducted into the honors of the Sheriffalty. Before he can get in, he must get out. At present, he is in a plight like Launcelott Gobbo--his ‘"situation"’ won't leave him, and he can't leave his situation.
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