Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-07-23
DAILY EVENING STAR.
CITY ITEMS.

Striking Thing Wanted IN WASHINGTON.
There are many things Wanted in our extern
sive city, and none more than a splendid town
clock, and loud striking one too, or else let
there be four good clocks in the four sections
Of the city Thee are certainly striking
things that are wanted, independent of the
pm. which is involuntary. Surely a mag
nifcent city, the Metropolis of the United
States ought, should, and must have this or
these useful as well as ornamental, yes, indis-
bensabls parts. OF great city. There is
nothing more calculated to make a stranger
feel that he is but in village, to see lots of
houses, fine though they be, and hear not the
sound of the ever warning, business and plea
sure regulating, time and money saving clock.
Its many advantages may of course more truly
be said to be too numerous to mention. ;"
than can be said BY either Mcclure or STRAIT
ton, no iiiatter to What extent Of enumeration
these popular auc ioneers, vendibIes NAV
reach And then stand up, thou proud city of
Washington before The bar of the world, ttor
all the world do copgregate thereaD and look
upon thy little sister, Georgetown, She has
her town clock. Behold thy departed brother,
Alexandria, he has his town clock, Go then,
and hang thy head thou noble city, and let the
brand of shame rest upon thee, until thy clock
or clocks respond TO thy neighbors, and the
stranger who is in thy midst can know the
title Ct ds* rr tho time of night, otherwise
. than by the ringing of cow bsii
Then there are wanted, to constitute a city
other importan' things; and, secondly. Il chime
Of betis. Many say. What's house without
a woman - and Items can say, with as
much truth, what's great city without such
a merry, cheering, charming and heavenly
essential as a chime of bells? All the cities
of the Old World have them in abundance,
and also the cities of the Union-New York
Boston, Philadelphia Baltimore, &c Then
let US have chime of bells, too, Mr.. Corpora
ton; and if you cannot do it yourself, call
upon Uncle Sam Hercules, his pockets are full
AMI he has as much interest, 10 ally, and more
nationally. than you have, sir, Items has
more to say on this interesting subject, Mr.
Reader, but he is done for to-day
Fine Boat B1ift ant Launched by Boys.-
The bridge at Al street yesterday afternoon
being crowded with people, attracted the at
tention of Items" who, on approaching,
found two boys with some assistance, prepar-
ing to launch boat about sixteen or eighteen
feet in length, and five feet in width On in
quiry we ascertained that the two youths. who
are named respectively George Fletcher and
Benjamin f. Throop, aged fifteen years we're
tho builders. They had built it i'm back
yard on the avenue, and conveyed it to the
canal on IrtcelbaTrovs. She is built in modern
style, sloop-riggcd, painted, oaulked, with
oars, rudder, &c. and is as complete little
craft as many of those that win the admira-
ton OF observers on the Potomac All this
work was done by the two boys Presently.
however, the launch came, the word was given,
she was propelled from the walls of the canal.
named . The Yankey Notion" and away she
went into the water, amidst the shouts of the
crowd, music, the firing guns, and rs lively
a demonstration, tn nunistare, as there might
water handsomely, and doubtless will be ad-
mired by all who visit her as she lays made
fast under the a. street bridge Such is
specimen of the youthful ingenuity of two
boys Of Washington. They Are sons, it is un-
derstood, OF j. V. n. Throop, Esq, engraver
and Captain Fletcher, lately clerk in one of
the Departments.
Il Son Of Erin ta tie Ctnat-A good old
song says something about Paddy on the
cauawl, but there has none been written vet.
as we wet of, about his getting into the canal
Yesterday, however, it WIS verified in truth if
not in poetry, which difference between truth
and poetry reminds us of test once made be-
tween an Irishman and a German The bet
was which could make the best rhyme
GerRun.-s'I. Miles lister.
Mss your sister,
Our Irish friend looked little angry at
this, but gathering up his w.t. ne exclaimed :
Lishn,an. - /. Mick Mahoney.
Kis. your wife"
oh, says Mynheer, dash is not boetry,
g. To be sure not" says Mick, but be dad its
ntr"e though, my boy"
Such was the case with our friend, who truly
fell in the eaaaI, and nc mistake or poety about
IL. He had just returned from a pleasure ex-
cursion, and attempting TO land, his foot slip
ped, the water was too strong for the whiskey,
and down he went, coming up, however pretty
well cooled off, but Ike good hearted Hibcr-
nian, a we suppose he is, laughed as heartily
a. any of the lockers on, when he found HIM
self safe on terra bfnia. Father Matthew,
though, never beheid better looking cold
water man than was, We must now say, our
Son Of Neptune.