Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1842-12-07

press has its evil eye in every house, and
its black hand in every appointment in the
State, from president to a postman; while
with ribald SANDER for its own stock in
trade, it is the standard literature Of an en-
ormous class, who must find their reading
in newspaper, or they will not read at
all; SO long must its odium be upon the
country's head, and SO long must the evil
it works be plainly visible in The Republic.
To those who are accustomed to the lead
ing English journals, or to the respectable
journals of the continent Of Europe-to
those who are accustomed to any thing else
in print and paper, it would be impossible,
with an amount Of extract from which |
have neither space nor inclination, to con-
vey an adequate idea of this frightful en-
CINE in America. But if any man desire
confirmation Of my statement on this head
let him repair to any place in the city of
London, where scattered numbers Of these
publications are to be found, and there let
him form his own opinion.
AMERICAN CHARACTER.
The Americans are by nature frank,
brave, cordial, hospitable and affectionate.
Cultivation and refinement seem but to en-
nance their warmth Of heart and ardent en-
thusiasm; and it is the possession Of these
latter qualities in q most remarkable degree
which renders an educated American one
of the most endearing and most generous
of friends. | never was so won upon rs by
this class; never yielded up my full conf
dence and esteem so readily and pleasure
bly, as to them; never can again make, in
half year, SO many friends, for whom
These qualities are natural, implicitly be-
lievc, to the whole people. That they are
however, sadly Slapped and bighted in their
growth among the mass, and that there are
influences at work which endanger them
still more, and give but little present prom
Use Of their healthy restoration, is truth
that ought to be told.
Mr.. Dickens enumerates among those in
1uences a spirit Of disgust; a love of smart
dealing, which gilds over ''many swindle
and gross breach Of trust" and an inordin-
teristics," he adds, ''are strongly presented
at every turn, full in the strangers view.
But the foul growth of America has more
tangled root than this; and it strikes its fl
bres deep in its licentious press.
NEW YORK-sAM WELLER GLANCE
Warm weather. The sun strikes upon
our heads at this open windows as though
its rays were concentrated through a burn
ing glass; but the day is in its zenith, and
the season an unusual one. Was there ev-
err such Il sunny street as this Broadway?
The pavement stones are polished with the
tread Of feet until they shine again; the red
bricks of the houses might be yet in the
dry hot kilns; and the roof Of these omni-
BUSES look as though, if water was poured
! on them, they would hiss and smoke, and
smell like half quenched fires. No stint Of
omnibusses here! Half a dozen has gone
by within as many minutes. Plenty of
hackney cabs and coaches too; gigs, phB-
! tons, large wheeled tilburies, and private
carriages--rather of 4 clumsy make, and
not very different from the public vehicles
but built for the heavy roads beyond the
city pavement. Negro coachmen and
white; in straw hats, black hats, white hats,
glazed caps, fur caps; in coats Of drab,
black, brown, green, nankeen, striped jean
and linen; and there, in that one instance,
(look while it passes, or it will be too late
in suits of livery. Some southern repubi-
can that, who puts his blacks in uniform,
and swells with Sultan pomp and power
Ionder, where that phnton, with a well
clipped pair of greys has stooped-stand-
ing at their heads now-is a Yorkshire
groom, who has not been very long in
these parts, and looks sorrowfully round
for q companion pair of top boots, which
he may traverse the city year without
meeting. Heaven save the ladies how
they Dress We have seen more colors in
these ten minutes than we would have seen
elsewhere in as many days. What vari-
Gus parasols! what various rainbow silks
and satinsl what pinking Of thin stockings,
and pinching Of thin shoes, and futtering
Of ribons and silk tassels, and display OF
rich cloaks with gaudy hoods and Innings!
The young gentlemen are fond, you see of
turning down their shirt collars, and cult
waiting their whiskers, especially under the
chin; but they cannot approach the ladies
in their dregs or bearing, being, to say the
truth, humanity of quite another sort.
Byrons of the desk and counter pass on,
and let us see what is behind We; those two
laborers in holiday clothes, of whom one
carries in his hand crmpled scrap of pa
per from which he tries to spell out hard
name, while the other looks about for it on
all the doors and windows
NETWORK AT NIGHT.
But how quiet the streets are? Are there
no itenerant bands; no wind or stringed
instruments! No, not one. By day, are
there no punches, fantoccinis, dancing dogs,
jugglers, conjurers, orchesterians, or even
barrel-organs and dancing monkey
sportive by nature, but fast fading in dull
lumpish monkey, of the utilitarian school!
Beyond that, nothing lively, no, not so
much as white mouse in q twirling cage.