The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1843-05-28
The Park Fountain.

The Park Fountain.
Mr.. EDITOR =
Sm-Where are the Fathers of our goodly city
What has become of their pride 7 What are 'hey
doing Who can answer these questions WINE
Summer is coming with all its beauties, and BRING
ing with it the fond remembrance Of days gone by
while the blossoms OF early Spring are coming
forth to perfume the air with their fragrance, ana
the gentle zephyrs of the morning are whispering
anticipated pleasures in our ears-are we, VINO are
eternay cooped up within the walls of hot city,
doomed ever to be thwarted? Must we still
breathe in the dust, and inhale the unwholesome
exhalations of dirty city, Notwithstanding the
kind tokens of Providence e? All it would seem
that all hope has fled. Our Fathers seem to have
forgotten their children in their anxiety to ENJOY
themselves. The Alderman, with his carriage and
horses take his pleasure IN the country; ne can
get good snuff from the bosom Of our mother
earth; but we, his children, are left like many
others who know not their fathers, to stem on
through the tide of misfortune the best way they
can. Oh, you hard-hearted Fathers! will you not
step forward like bold and generous men, and wipe
the sweat from of the brows of thy children, and
extend to them little comfort and consolation =
Your sons and daughters number two or three hun
much;he more do they stand in need of your aid
and protection. After this appeal to your sympa-
thes, can you will you, refuse to give them even
one greenl spot to look upon The greater part OF
your family reside in the lower part of the city
their business and occupations conne them to their
local habtations, and after the tolls of the day are
over seek for repose and pleasure. Where will they
find them on thel Battery? What is to be found
there ornamental, save few OF thy daughters
and they are only to be in the after part OF the
day. We admit their great attractions-but they
are so movable in their nature that one Is Obliged
to follow them about in order to enjoy good look;
and this, you know, is ungallant, and takes away
real enjoyment. l must not forget to offer many
thanks TO the proprietor Of the Battery Garden for
the delightful music we are permitted to enjoy du-
ring the summer season. No thanks TO our City
Fathers for this
Emusic thy.very name hath power
To wake the soul to extscy,
To sooth the mind in sorrows hour,
BY sounds of heartfelt ympathy
love thee in the hour of grief
In wildly sad or pensive strain
When plaintive tones can yield relief
From clouds of thought-in wo or pain.
Hove thee mid the clang Of arms,
When beat OF drum proclaims dread war,
The brazen trumpets loud alarms,
The martial band, when heard afar.
love thee . in the hour of prayer,
When like the seraph wing It's given,
The mind and body to prepare,
And train our thoughts from earth to heaven"
After the Battery where shall we go? The Bow
ling Green, enclosed and at all times surrounded by
magnificent cloud of dust, is just large enough for
three boys to play marbles in. We come up Broad
way-our beautiful Broadway until we arrive at
the Park and what kind OF reception does it hold
out what nducement does it offer to the passers
by give it Il was about to say) even passing lock!
1t would be quite needless give description of its
present condition. Can we not have a few beds OF
roses, plnks and assamnes with fountain of living
waters, springing up in the midst-that we can
stand and gaze upon with delight-something that
we can be proud of as gift from our fathers? A
little expense would make,our Park fountain one of
the most beautiful in the world. Those uncouth-
looking stones, that ia disgrace to the fountain,
should be removed, and white marble placed in their
stead. l would have handsome iron railing about
feet high surrounding the fountain, 20 or more feet
from the waters edge, on the outside of which
would have it paved with white marble flaggings,
tor distance of 30 or 30 feet more. On the inside
Of the railing would have the ground beautifully
namented with all kinds of flowers. Give us some
thing like this. The pride of our city demands it
strangers look for it, and thy children beg forit
ONE OF THY CHILDREN.