New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1852-05-08

pected friend, shrunk away. What kindred voice
shall greet me- and say, Why have you been 90 long
In comiDg," None Of these busy or Joyous ones have
hndled fire for my welcome. | win go away, TO the
narrow room that has been my shelter on the deep'
and wait till the morning shall give me brg hter vision
and introduce me- il not to friends to streets once Ia
miar 10 temples whose thresholds have trod ana 70
sparkling fountains by whose cooling fragrance have
stood TAsse must be there ia spite Of al chaHges-tnesc
and hare outlived few fugitive years, and VIII re-
vve some at least pleasing mementoes Of the past ana
TO live over again few happy as well as SAL
moments of the days of other years.
At seven the next morning, young man, ana
stranger 10 kewYork went on shore and returncu;
=" am disappointed he exclaimed, in your oeau.lu,
City, up to my ankles in dirt every street and
was glad to return" had go long been accustomed 10
the preudces and reproaches OF foreigners respecting
America that put this in the budget and inadvertently
said "You have SEEM Sir nothing but the docfs, ana
the most crowded and narrow streets and beside Is
nearly the first of May when the inhabitants remove
and the winter has been long and hard one
waited till eleven snd made the dread effort OF going on
shore-And here would pause: let me not saya wora
too much withhold word that should be uttered,
for my counrys sake-let me with safety and TOR my
conscience sske-et me speak plainly. When from the
hedged.up dock | had gained street, my dreaa
reality Nomistake here-piles on pies-otfals and
filth of all kinds not of all ages from putrd esh rot
ten fish, decsyed vegetables to senchy cesspoos met me
everywhere Surely the young mani ANGLES must nave
been here but this Is in the neighborhood of Catherine
Market always dirty place from time immemorlaL IL
is not elsewhere. waded on, reaching the Bowery'
The evil increased clouds Of dust were added the reek
ing cutters here sent sweeter perfume, and avalanche
on avalanche said that monk at every with the
dogs of St Bernard needed to dig the traveller
from beneath the drifts into which he might unhappy
be plunged turned into shop, to take breath and es
cape for moment the hurricane of dust and begging for
explanation, coolly answered III did not notice
anything particular" sailed out again, reached the
City Hail. Nassau and Beekman sts., and though for
years had resided in the latter street. yet became
necessary inquire my way being able to recognize
through the upturnings and upheavings there the same
DID, called clearly Beekmanst Passing into Wall.
st., thence to Broadway ALL all was dust Greenwich
and Hudson ste. seemed yawning with their verdure
Is this then New-Yorkf Is this the cheerful, thriving
London Of the Republic which is holding out to the
world pattern of enterprise, energy and good taste
But, hush may not have emerged from the sickness
and joys of the to judge clearly. | waited
within doors till the Sabbath, went to place of
worship; my way thther, the associations of the
sanctity of the day made a most fearful contrast
with the impurity everywhere meeting the eye
and surely, philosophy must be added to deep
piety to enable the Christian to present sacrifices ac
ceptable through so much impury even in the temple
of worship nquiring of Scotchman the cause of the
unparalleled state of the streets he declared bona de
that WIS the Irishhe Irish indeed but where
Have the Irish overpowered them ALI If So send them
back to their mud cabins their manure heaps and duck
ponds for be assured all these would not presume to
vie with Mulberry and many OF its sister streets in New
York.
What shall say more Time would fail me- and like
the aged prisoner released from the Baste changed
my eye is all that see, strong the voices that
salute my ear, that l am ready to say restore
back"-et not my country, if she cannot be
cogpized the country which shall be the model Re-
public the place where good order and so5rety pre-
vai-the place where the scapegoat, from foreign
lands shall feel that here he cannot find hiding place
from the disgrace which has driven him from the land
of his birth and allow me to ask is there not an atm
ity between the moral purity of the mind and the pu-
ry things mserial Would not polluted miscreant
driven from good society feel that in place where all
that surrounded him mire and dirt, he could bet
ter hide himself than when all wholesome and
purea
Forgive this painness of speech and glad, right glad,
shall be to stand corrected by seeing the streets look
once more as In days comedy, when the shopkeeper
and tidy householder swept and washed before his
house, and the City of New-York called by the
stranger at least bedraJe If not cOmely for its cean
ness CA