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V THE WLCMR I. flie Weekly Democrat, PUBLISHED svB BT THIRSDAY MORNING. SUBSCRIPTION TERMS: One Copy one year - - - $3 00 Bee Cop)' six l,,ODth:j * ** * I 0° ftfiidin* Matter on Every Page. BAINBRIDGE, UECfrtGlA, THURSDAY, JULY 4, 1872 Onr New York Letter. New York, June 24th, 1872. t%;t 0 r Weekly Democrat: Some one lias put on record the remark that “New York is not by niiv means an American city.” To a certain degree, it is true. Like Paris and New Orleans it lias its quartiers, where you may find rc : s|)cctively classed the Frenchman, 'Spaniard, Italian, German and riiinamaiT. And retail these na tional elements you will find cosmop- olised in one locality—the Bowery. What Broadway is-to the West side.of the.town, the Bowery is to the East, It is the shilling prome nade. The poor live there; and yon see the peculiar characteristics .ol poverty written in blurred and nasty emblems all over the neighborhood. Starting from City Hall, within two hundred-rods of Broadway, you strike little old cloth-shops, intermin gled with cheap corner groceries and subterranian saloons. You arc on the old colonial stage road to Boston—Chatham street. The pro fession that passes you is composed of the working class—during the day-but at. night look out for thieves. There are dens notorious to the polige as receptacles for stolen goods, “cribs" where congregate the rob bers of the town, and houses in which every window for six or seven stor ies upwards is a picture of squalid half-dressed women and’ children. The street terminates in an irregu lar open space, oa what was once a steep hill side, and is known as Chatham square, but a mockery, by the way, on that shape, for it is anything but square. This is the beginning of the Bow ery proper—the vest.ib.ilc, of. the social catacombs, in which lie bur ied all around you every species of humanity that is obliged to plod for an existence. See it at night. In spite of the street latnps there is nothing bril liant. about it. The shadows seem to float out from the overcrowded tenement houses that loom -in, the darkness on either side. In the dingy beer shops and dirtier collars, lurk some of the worst specimens of our population, uncanny forms of varied evil staring at you from every corner, or diving down dimly- lighted stairways to shrink from sight. Here are to be tound the little street Arabs, the boys and girls 'preposterously old, wlio will soon fill the penitentiaries; here the once innocent country girl who. has dropped into the great maelstrom, and is reeling round and round in her dance towards death—a red, bloated, fearful burlesque upon wo man. Here i? the city ‘rough" black and white hiding perhaps from jus tice, or awaiting some new opportu nity to go forth with brass knuckles, knife or burglar’s “jimmy.” The bier gardens are also a fea ture of this locality. Step into the ’‘Atlantic,” and you may almost fancy yoursclt in the Faderland. The hall is immense, and tnronged by hundreds who gather around, the little tables where, with pipes, lager, and Rhein wine, they .while away the hours. A fine band furnishes the music and the scene is bewilder ing. Further on is the Bowery Tlieatre—the grand play house of the gamins, where the audience may eat peanuts and shout their criticisms at the top of tlicir voiacs. The deities of the true blood-and- thundcr drama preside here, and curious phases of life are visible on all sides. The worst—by far the worst fea ture of this neighborhood is tene ment houses. Or rather they ought to be called seven Story Coffins, for probably no where else in America is there such a congregation of people literally packed in death-tainted dens and dying by inches. Windows broken; lodgers dirty; clothes’ lines extending across the tunnel like street, whereon are flying in the wind the ghosts of ragged garments; children playing around the filth that line the curb stone; gutters reeking with pollution; fumes of liquor 4rom the cellar drttm shop; screams, jeers, oaths—these are a part of the rude surroundings of a New York tenement house, with its wild untamed population of hun dreds. We leave this disgusting locality with a sense ot relief, and re-enter the Bowery to continue our journey up town until it merges into thq clearer and more sightly neighbor hood of the Cooper Institute and Union square. All of the “breathing spots” of the Metropolis, by the way, have now put on their summer dress, and ■negotiations wire conducted: A NEVADA FUNERAL. The elergyman sank back in- his chair, perplexed. * Fcot.ty leaned his head cn his hand, and gave himself up to reflection. Presently his face came up, sorrowful but confident. “I've got it nod r so’s you’ll cavy,’ said lie.—‘.‘What we want js agos- pel sharp. See ?” ‘A .what ‘Gospel sharp—parson.’ ‘Gh ! Why didn't you spy so before? I’m a clergyman—a parson.’ ‘Now you talk! You see my blind; and straddle it like a man. you will find no spectacle more ani- j Put it there!'—extending a brawny mated than that which is presented on a’summer evening, and especial ly on Sundays by the thousands who flock thither to enjoy fresh air. Ii. this connection I may remark that all of the public squares have undergone marked improvements— the iron tailings being removed, the paths widened and the birds encour aged to build* (heir nests. Union Square just at the bend of Broad way and Fourteenth Street, is des tined to become a beautiful spot. Twenty years ago the houses around it were the residences of the most aristocratic citizens, and there was an air of dignified seclusion about the place peculiary AVest Endish.* Now, these old homes are giving place to magnificent business estab lishments, ami in a little while you will see an array of architectural beauty unequaled *n any city of the United States. • Among the ancient land marks thus yielding to the march of pro gress in the Roosevelt mansion on the corner of Fourteenth Street aiul Broadway,- and fronting Union Square. The property has been purchased by the Domestic Sewing Machine Company, and they arc now erectin'* a superb edifice in the Renaissance style winch ir. its ele gance will over-shadow every buil ding in the neighborhood. It is but a little while since this Company commenced operations in New York —being of Western origin—but their roaohiues have bc/iamo so suddenly popular with the masses, because of their superior ulility, convenience and economy, that wealth and suc : ebss have crowned the enterprise, and the proprietors arc enabled to vie with the older corporations who have so long held the market.. We have recently enjoyed a sensa tion in the shape of a city tornado that uprooted trees, unroofed houses, and played all sorts ot pranks with window glass, shutters, awnings and perambulating Dolly ATtrdens.- OuV othei ‘Sensation’ is the ‘Strike.’ The movement has become compre hensive and systematic. Twenty thousand mechanics refuse to work more than eight hours a day, and many of the employers are equally obstinate in declining to accede to their demands.. Some terrible murders and sui cides have been committed, during the last week, and justice seems to be am ng the things that were. In one instance when an irate French man shot his wife dead in the street, Unpeople came very near hanging him to a lamp-post, and it looks very much as if they were getting up to that point of indignation which sometimes calls on Judge Lynch to produce his rope.. The weather has become excessively warm and there is an exodus to watering places. The Aldine makes its usual artis tic appearance this month. No pe riodical in New York is watched by the public with more interest, or treasured in the household so long. Its illustrations constitute a superb picture gallery. * The American Language. The collection of the slang words and phrases in use all ovei this tre mendous country of ours would make a pretty large volume, though not a very choice one. Mark Twain gets up a story in his last book, to illus trate to the extent to which the pe culiar “American language” in question is employed by the roughs of the mining class in the Far AVest. One of these fellows had closed his career, and ‘the boys' wanted to bury him in something like state. A com rade called on a ‘highfalutin’ minis ter in the neighborhood to get him to preach a funeral sermon, but his way of making known his object puzzled the reverend man sorely. According to Mark, this is^iow the paw, which closed over the minis ter's small hand and gave it a shake indicative ol fraternal sympathy and fervent gratification. ‘Now we’re right, pard. Let’s 1 start fresh.—Don't you mind me sniffling a little, becuz we’re in a power of trouble. You see one of the boys has gone up the flume ’ “Gone where?’ ‘Up the flume^—throw’d up the sponge, you know.’ ‘Throw’d up the spSnge V ‘Yes kicked the bucket ’ • ‘Ah! he departed to that mv te- rious country from whose bourne no traveler returns.’ ‘Return ? Well, I reckon not. Wliy. pard, he’s dead.’ ‘Yes, I understand.’ ‘Oh, you do? Well, I thought may be you might be getting tangled once more. Yes you see he’s dead again ’ ‘Again ! AVhy, he has never been dead before V ‘Dead before ? No. Do you s’pose a man has got as many lives as • a cat ? But,- you bet, he's awful dead now, poor old boy; and I wish I'd never seen this day. I don’t know no better friend than Back Faifehaw. I know’d him by the bac||; and when. I know a man like him—you hear me. Take him all around, pard, there was,never a bullier-inan in the mines.—No man never knowed Buck Fanshaw to go back on a friend. But it’s all up, you know; its all up. It ain’t no use. They’ve scooped ram r* ‘Scooped him ?’ , ‘Yes—death has.’ ‘Well. well,’, well, we’ve got to give him up. Yes indeed - . It's a kind of hard world after all, ain’t it ? But pard he was a rustler. You ought to see him get started onco, lie was* a bully boy'with a glass eye! Just spit in his face and give- him room according to his strength, and it was beautiful to see him .peel and go in. Pard, he was on it. He wqs on it bigger than aa Injun!’ ‘On if, oh what V ‘On the shot- Oh the shoulder. Oa the fight. Understand? He didn’t give a continental for any body. Beg your pardon, friend, for coming so near a cuss word—but you see I’m oa an awful strain on this palaver, on account of having to cram down and draw everything so mild. But w.e’ve got to give him up. There ain't no getting around that, I reckon. Now, if we can't get you to help plant him— : — “Preach the funeral discourse? Assist at the obsequies ?’ ‘Obs'quies is good. Yes, that's it; t lat’s our little game. We are going to get up the thiig regard less, yon know. fie was (Jwa'ys hifiy himself, and so you bet his funeral ain’t going to be no slouch; solid silver door-' plate on his coffin, six plumes on the hearse, and vtiigger on the box with a biled shin and a plug ha'—-h >w’s that for high ? And we’ll take care of you,- pard. We’il fix yon all right. There will be a kerridge for yon ; anti whuL-v.-r you want just scape out and we’ll aitetid to it. AA’eVe got a - she bang fixed np for von to stand behind in No. 1’s house nnd don't sell a clam. Put Buck through as bully as you can, pard, for anybody that knowd him will tell that lie was one of the whitest men in ihe mines. You can’t, draw it too strong. He never could s'and to see thfngs go wrong. He’s done more to make his town peacea ble than any man in it. I’ve seen him lick four Greasers in eleven min-, t.; utes myself. If it warned regulating, he waso t the man to go browsing around for somebody else to do it.’ ,‘Hud deceased any religions con victions?—That is to say,did tie feel a dependence upon or acknowledge allegiance to a higher power!” More reflection. “I reckon you’ve stamped me again, pard.—ConlT y.ai say H, more, and sav ii*Jo« ?” “AVell, to' Simplify it somewhat, was Re, or rather had he ever been connected with any organization sequestered from secular concern and devoted to self-sacrifice in the interests of nfUrality?’ “All down but nine—set ’em up on the other alley, paid.’ What did I understand you to say?’ “AYhy, you're most too many for me, you know. AA’hen you get it in with your left, I hunt grass , every time.’ “How? Begin again?’ . “That’s it.’ “Yery well. Was,he a good man, and—’ . “There—see that; don’t put up another chip till I look at mv hand. A good man says you? Pard that ain't no name for it. He was the best man that ever—pard, you would have doted on that man,. lie cbuld lam any galoot of his inches in Ameri ca. It was him that put down the riot last election before it got a start; and everybody said that he was the only man that could have done it. He waltzed in with a trumpet in one hand and a sparkpr in the other, and sent fourteen men home on a shutter in less than three seconds. He had the'riotall broke up and pre vented nice before anybody ever got. a chance to strike, a blow. He was always Air peace and he would have peace— he could not stand distur bances. Pard, he was a great loss to the town.—It would please tlip boys if you could .chip in something like that and do him justice* -And so you can say, pard, that he never shook his mother.’ “Never shook his mother?’ “That’s it—any of the boys will tell you so.’ “Well, but why should he shake her?’ “That’s whatl say, but some peo ple does.” • . . “Not people of any repute.’ “AA'ell, some that average pretty so-so.’ “In my opinion a man who would •vani—pvnTt/ital tlOiGTICC ought to ’ — “ChasSo it pard, you've banked your Tiall clean out of the string. AA r hat I was a drivin’ at was that he never throwed off on his mother— don't you sec? No, indeed. He give her a house to five in, and town lots, and plenty of money; and he looked after her and took care of her all the time; and when she was down with the small pox he set up nights and nursed her himself. • I think you're white. I think you’re a square man, pard. I like you, and I’ll lick any man that don’t. I’ll lick him tell he can’t tell himself from a last year's corpse ! Put it there.’ Another fraternal handshake— and exit- Classifylug Men. Th§ lasting regret that we cannot know more of the bright, sincere and genuine people of the world is increased by the fact that they are all different from each other. AVas it not Madame de Sevigne who said she had loved several different wo men for several different qualities ? Every real person—lor there are persons, as there are fruits, of no' distinguishing flavor, mere goose berries-*—has a' distinct quality, and the finding it is always like the dis covery of a new island to the voy ager. The physical world we shall exhaust some day, having a descrip tion of every foot of it to which we can turn; but we shall never get the different qualities of people into a biographical dictionary, and the making acquaintance with a human being will never cease to be an ex citing experiment. We cannot class ify men so as to iiid us much in our estimate of them. The efforts in this direction are ingenious but un satisfactory. If: I hear that a man is lymphatic or.nervous sanguine, I cannot tell therefrom whether I shall like and trust him. He may produce a phrenological chart show ing t hat his knobby head is the home of all the virt ues, and that the vicious tendencies are represented by holes in his cranium, aid yet I cannot be sure that he will not be as disagree able as if phrenology had not been invented. I fed sometimes that phrenology is th* refuge of mediocri ty. Its charts *re almost as mis leading concerting character as photographs. And photography may be described as the art which enables common-pl^ce mediocrity, to look like genius. The heavy-jowled man with shallow cerebrum has only to incline his head so that the lying instrument can select a favorable focus to appear in the picture with the brow of a sage and the chin of poet. Ot all arts of ministering to human vanity the photographic is the ind3t useful, but it is a poor aid in the revelation of character. You hall learn more of a man’s nature by seeing him walk once up the broad aisle of Jiis church to his pew on Sunday than by studyiug'his pho tograph lor a month. No, we do not get any certain standard of men by a chart of their temperaments. It will hardly ans wer to select a wile by thq color of her hair;, though it be by nature as red as a cardinal’s hat, she may be no more constant than if it were dyed. The farmer who shuns all the lyiflphatic beauties in his neighbor hood and selects to wife the most nervous sanguine, -may find that she is unwilling to get up in the winter mornings and make the kitchen fire Many a man, even in this scientific age which professes to label us all has • been cruelly deceived in this way. Neither the blondes nor the brunettes act according to the ad vertiseinent of their temperaments. The truth is men refuse to come under the classifications of the pseu doscientists, and all our new nomen clatures do not add much to our knowledge. ' You know what to ex pect—if the comparison will be par doned—of a horse with certain points, but you wouldn’t dare to go on a journey with a man merely upon the strength of knowing that his temperament was the proper mixture of the sanguine and the phlegmatic, Science is not able to teach us con eermng men as it teaches us of horses, though I am very far from saying that there are not traits of nobleness and of meanness, that run through families, and can be calcu lated to appear in individuals with absolute certainty; oue family will bo trusty and another tricky mfinh(i|-.i fur generations; noble strains ancT ignoOKf Strums are perpetuated. When we hear that she has eloped with the stable boy and married him, we are apt to re mark, “Well, she was a Bogardus.” And when we read that she has gone on a mission and has died, distin guishing herself by some extraordi nary devotion to the heathen at Ujiji, we think it sufficient to say, “Yes, lier mother married into the Smiths.” But this knowledge comes of our experience, and stands us‘ instead no further.—From Warner’s Bacle-Log Studies, in Scribner's Monthly for July. “That Br»ss Horn.”—A genius, whose poetic fire has been smoulder ing, has at last succeeded in getting it into a blazing heat, and the bel- *ows which fanned the flame is ‘The Man who Sells Ice-Cream Behind a Brass Horn.” Hear how pathetical ly he blows, not the ice-cream man, but the poet: Oh, reckless man, who nightly through onr streets, Vendest with brazen tongue thy frozen sweets, Listen to one, fond of domestic joys, Who loves thy cream, bnt execrates thy noise. Art thon a father ? Hast thou left thy rib Watching thy liitle blowhards in their crib ? And wonld’st thou deem a curse a mortal sin, Hurled at the man who waked him with his din? Hast thon an infant with the whooping- cough— Its body racked with pain, just dozing off To quiet slumber ? Would’st thon bny bis cream, Who waked the little sufferer from his dream? Discard, my friend, that curse-inspiring horn, Or pat it by till resurrection morn ! Then you can sell, to customersAielow, Anything cool, no matter how you blow. “My dearest uncle, ‘ ‘ says a humor ous writer, “was the most polite man in the world. He - was making a voyage on the Danube, and the boat sunk. My uncle was just on the point of drowning. Hqf got his head above the water for once, took off his hat and said, ‘Ladies and geutlemen, will you please excuse me?’ and down he went.”- A witty man, who lived in constant fear ofbialiffs, having absconded, one of his acquaintanqes was asked what was the reason of his absence. “AYhy, sir, I apprehend he was ap prehensive of being apprehended, and so left to avoid apprehension. \ Wit and Wisdom AYhcn a patient begins to feed more the doctor is feed less. You should not stone your neigh bor, but you may rock his baby. The worst way to improve the world is to condemn it. Weakness is more opposed to vir : tue than vice itself. “Do write, and fear not,” is what the girls say to their correspondents. A thief running away is a scamp, but the policeman’s chase after him is a scamper. Pay your little outstanding earthly bills, and don’t romance about the falling dues of heaven. Joseph wore the first Dolly Yarden coat of which mention is made in pro fane or sacred history Joah Billings says, “Knowing how to sit square on a bile, without hurt- ihg, is one of the lost arts. They say that the potato bug in Kansas is causing all the converted farmers to back-slide. Chronic cerebro-spinal mendacity is the latest phrase to designate the quality of a constitutional liar. Queen Elizabeth always displayed her worst temper in her best clothes She was'dreadfully ruffled then. IT God did not exist it would be hoove man to invent him. The man. who popped the ques tion by starlight got his sweetheart’s consent in a twinkling. The hell that a lie would keep a man from is tloubtless the very best placo for him to go to. Twelve"hundred and fifty dollars made the ancient “talent.” It takes some talents to make $1,250 now-a- days. . Mrs. Partington says that since the invention of the needle-gun there is no reason why women shouldn’t fight as well as men. . The hardest thing to hold in this wold is an unruly tongpe. It beats a hot smoothing iron and a kicking horse considerably, There are two reasons why some people don’t mind their own business. One is that they have no business, and the other* is that they hive no mind. Naca. wnt>nn( o aIamt unload VAU are certain it is correct, and not even then unless something is to be gain ed either of interest to yourself or for the good of the person concern ed. Yon will find among your acquaint ances that the best cultivated men are the least’conceited; the pedantic are men of less understandingpwhen they get into a higher level there comes along with culture more and more of child-like simplicity. EPITAPH. “Gracious God, Have mercy on poor Knnkypod, As-he would on you If he was God, And you was Johnny Knnkypod." An exchange says: They havp a man in Lock Haven whose name is Gaudam. His would be a nice name for a church deacon. For instance, the preacher would say, ‘ ‘Gaudam, you pa33 the plate.” Sounds like cussin,” don't it? If we were that fellow we would have onr Gaudam name changed to something more reverential. Wake up, here, and pay tor your lodging,” said the deacon, as he nudged a sleepy stranger with the contribution box. We were there, and we heard the sleepy stranger murmur, with a glance at the minis ter .whose sermon had narcotized him, “Lodging and bored, too.” Two friends meeting, one remark* ed, “I bRve just met a man who told me I looked exactly like you.” ‘ ‘Tell me who it was, that I may knock him down,” replied his friend. “Don’t trouble yourself,” said he, “I •did that myself.’ Chicago can hardly he called a pleasant place to walk’ about in late at night. “The efficiency of our po lice department is such,” says one of the Chicago papers, “that a man may safely go through any of the streets west of Halsted, after t«n o’clock in the evening, with no other protection than a double-barrelled shot gun, while the head of a family who has iron shutters, a bull dog, a revolver and a private watchman, can wrap the drapery of his couch about him with a feeling of something like security.” The roughs have a playful w^-of chasing policemen that is, in every respect, more excit* ing even than fox hupting. They pur sue tfiem into the police stationer and then blockade them. It is said to be a harmless amusement, and very diyerting. NUMBER 56 D. McGill. Mi O'Nnu* Iff GILL * OSTEAL. aTtoHNeVS At LAvn * Bainbridsr, OAi Ltw Office np Mails heat 1 die ftnt Qffio* NOTICE; Tlii» i* to forewarn all parties li8k to. al low Mrs. Mattie U. Rnd, VUid his left n(y had and boai-d. to contract any debts oil m j neenunt, as I shall in no ease be rceodnli* ble for them • , A.T. Rm, Baii'bridga. Gs.. April 11 tb, 1874. THU CREAT Blood PUKIllUL- Possessing powerful invigorating PROPERTIES 0 A PLEASANT DRINK These Bitters sre positively invaluable la imiiiiMrffciWHiwffliaiiiea They purify the system, and will cure DYSPEPSIA S GENERAL DEE! U ' A Remittent and Intermittent fevers, NERVOUS 01 SEASES.LIVERCOMPiMNY and sre a preventive of Chills and F* PI SUASESOFTHE KIDNEYR BLADDER Ail yield to their powerful etBeacy. ARE GOOD EQRTHE MENTAI ORGANIZATION Are *n antidote to change of Water and Diet. 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