Minnesota weekly times. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1854-1859, 1854-12-05

Correspondence Of the Times.
Nights Travels-Justice frsm the Dying the Liv-
ing-A Forged VIII.
NY DEAR STA ne ~ }hi13 Ietts q I'm
try and make nOre vsSied than Ne dShers; md
with that end in view shall not touch upois he
late heartrsndip casda little BY O. or lsndshe.
panic in the ranks of the Bulls and Bears in Wall
ST., the decline and fall of real estate, the War in
but will give You only my experience of nights,
travel in the Empire City.
| ri IstHs when darkness hangs her veil before
| city's follies-and walk across Union Square to
the head Of broadway notice ssvssal couples.
seated upon the benches in the square, all very in
tent upon their own business, and so perhaps
had better attend to mine. would wager tri-
Ac though that they are not courting-that this
general rest is made only because they are gener
ally tired. 1t strikes that our city fathers de-
mach credit for thus providing these touches
for the weary. l have no doubt that they them,
selves have been thus refreshed and rested on
these self same benches. Well they deserve the
enjoyment that such liberal (?) appropriations de-
serve. The reform council will probably. cushion
them. r..
stop for five minutes at Grace Church, and
call to mind the christian like spirit that prompted
the erection of blind wall against their neighbours
house, to shut him perhaps from Grace, and adj
| mire the new store that Beck has opened to the
delight of the Fifth Avenue ladies, and the honor
of their lords then pass to the ''Metropolitan,"
the new theatre just completed on the site of the
Hall recently burnt. nod to Harry and wink to
Willard and stand in one of the finest buildings
in America. Julia Dean is the attraction. l
point my ''lorgenette" at the fair Iragedienne
when my eye is nearly "excavatcd - by shove
upon my elbow. look round and perceive the
Count De Lane, so called &c aw how do! fo;ne
creature Julia, Ell % said the Count borrowing
my glass Rather ''-ssAw! are you out for "a
musement, my dear fellow?' 'sYes Count, will
you be my guide for an hour so % &c Certain
| ly my foine fellow, but you must be an observer
not a talker; wherever 60 l always expend the
breath, let my friend do the financial; suited eh?''
'Only too glad Of the opportunity answered.
&C But stop" said De Lane evil you put me in
any Of the papers hereabouts % ''Of course
not" Then have with you, my boy.'' And we
leave the theatre as the drop descends upon the
| first act.
"Give me penny - comes to my ear in that
rich brogue that certain military chief loves so
well. ga penny! of course; there's dime said
|. s'The bessin' of the poor go wild yees, alanna'
Count bursts into laugh at what he termed my
''largc bcnevolcnce'' and rewarded my act with
the avowel that that old beggar keeps an
emisrant boarding house in Cherry st. resolve
to give no mere dimes to such general charity.
We pass Wallack's with only bow to ssCharley;'
at the box window. But the Count is struck COM
| ical ard gets off a wretched con.-to wit: elbow
do the public intimate their wish for Wallack to
ride rather than walk - was ignorant, and the
Count enlightened me. ''By paying him to keep
Brougham." Just then Brougham himself
came out, and when told him the execrabIe joke,
the Count was mulcted in ''Tom and Jerry'' at
''Abet's'' before peace could be restored.
George Christy was in high spirits grinning to
two hundred dollar house but we did not stay a
moment. There was a ball at the Apollo Rooms,
and the music of Dodworth's band come to me
with the whsperings of 'bye gone time,'' when
within those walls, in the bewitching dance, had
| spent SO many h,ppy hours. l remembered
the smiling faces of my fair friends, and tried to
recall their several situations, but alas they are
scattered ''somc to the brida! and some to the
tomb,'' l turned away, for had paused mo-
ment, and rsjoined the Count whom found con-
vers 'ng with strange looking being wrapped up
in old plaid cloak, who seemed as approach
cd, to scan me narrowly. and then if unsatisied
with the inspection, to draw hersclf-fOr it was a
| 81 ".
Count looked first at me then at the woman. 'G.
have you the mind to accompany me mission
| of mercy?' asked he in tone far different from
his usual careless drawing one. 'If can aid you
certainly'' replied. 'No, there is none can aid
now, only comfort dying onc,' interrupted the
old woman. 'Folow me gentlemen and she
turned from Broadway into a bye street, while we
followed arm in arm-''Strange - whispered l to
De Lane. ''Not so, have been engaged in like
errands before. am armed so younecd not fear
a trap" felt treasured. We soon came to an
alley--Manhattan alley it is called thnk-up
which we passed, and stopped at the door of what
| appeared, externally, to be a comfortable abode
but which bore different character when we had
entered-6lth and poverty stared from its black
ened walls. The old woman laid her finger beside
her nose, if to impart the necessity of caution
lest we should disturb the occupant Of the room
we now entered. / shudder while l write even
now, as the .tiend saw before me comes back to
my vision. a female naked to the waist except
where her long matted hair covered her, set up
right upon an old calico dress, that had been
spread beneath her for bed seemingly-she
seemed to expect us, but made no effort to change
her appearance. We waited until she spoke
We were lost in establishment that anything so thin
and wasted could retain the power to Breathe
''I know not who you are'' she began ssnor do
care, YOU must do for me an act of justice,
that should not be performed were not near
death. Here is document that will restore to an
injured person bis rights, now withheld. 1t is a
will, made by my husbands father in favor of his
son; but by me secreted, that another person my
paramour, his cousin, might enjoy by a forged
paper the property. deserted my husband and
he for whom psriled my soul, has deserted me.
He turned a deaf ear to my suiferings, and now
lives with another victim of his bad passions, on
what is rightfully his whose name is written here
take lido justice to the injurcd-restore