Hard Dollars in a Teeny-Tiny Bag, Depend upon the Fancy of a Cent. Like a Chubby Farmer Wanting the Birds to Fly and the Birthday candles melting off the Wax. The Whole of Society, Well-Read and Educated, Offer the same story with a different Pen. A Book of Numberless Nimble, Next to your Box filled with Cash. But as we Insure the Hearing of the Clock, and in...