New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1855-12-17
CIT Y ITEM s.

These RAINY SUNDAYs.-At last, after considerable
coquetry on the part Of Autumn winds and Clouds
with the first Winter month the murky dismal, soak
ing rains peculiar to these caprcous ATTITUDES, and
eminently prec1rsiye Of the long, deary season begin
To brisk, pouring storm, bowling about corners and
breaking In at every crevce have personal OBJ
iection-in fact on such an occasion eue may have
the pleasure of surrounding himself With bright cheer
full home comforts and defyng the destruction Out Of
doors; but dull sobbing December rain, with one
unbroken sheet Of ashen sky Is an annitgsed horror
Ame!ioration, to the condition Of those necessarily
housed by such villain temps, is hopeless In vain the
blaze the chair the books-the creeping penetrating
fog seems TO envelop even them With nervous rest
essness you look out OF the window it is even anus
ing to see passers by in stout boots and evercoats
buffet pc ting storm. but what can be more weary
ing than to watch the angud, dragging footsteps Of
people in such rain as this every muscle seems
Iea1ed the stiffness ou OF their oins well as their
linen.
On Sunday mornings the desolstion 10 sill more
complete few Chi dren mope unwllingly 70 Sundsy-
school without the new hats or dresses which general
ly sdorn that duty; sulkn and only half awake maid
servo anita with bedrsgsed skirts and slipshod feet in
stead Of the usua Sunday morning smestnees, sink
.lcrg the muddy st;ee., cream jug in hand, to the
little thread and needle shop opposite, where the
tidett old woman, all busy and sinking even to-day,
sells milk in addition TO her stock Of varied knick'
knacks; a dozen or more ri n beggar women in for
lorn companionsbip stride hastily to mas at the
church few blocks below, each with baby tucked
under the ends Of her tatteredshAw and little ones
psterng barefoot by her eide. Yonder ttand,
doctors gig before sick mans door, the boy mods
drowzily over 9 Sunday paper behind the leather
apron, holding the reins being obviously in mere falh
ment of the duties Of bis position for the most skept-
cal IN human or brute fidelity could scarcely suspect
the animal attached who stands ststueeque miser-
able In the swollen gutter OF the least lntsntlon OF
esper, or q runaway, or even an unprovoked move
ment.
sory hack ia stat ,ned before another door, the
dripping sdsd bruies are the very picture Of spec III
less woe the driver, shspsless mass oil sartous,
waits under the stone steps. By the way, the only
beings unfeignedy thankful for such days are
hackmen and ducks and-h we may go interpret the
French expression ri. jorr pour les eAteHT dogs.
Since however, II 10 difficult TO determine whether
this saying means literally day for the benefit OF
the dogs or one t only for hose much abused ami
m,s; and since ducks e1cep. roasted for dinner are
quite obscure topic TO townsoh, we VIII IesVe ths
literary question of the one for failure deberston,
and the trsditonxy fondDess for puddes Of the oaer'
to the personal experience and explanation OF our
country friends. Hsckmen are now In shelr gory,
certain of :" Jobs" innumerase, and, better stu
assured that not ore o. their patrons will have the
physical endurance il the conscience, TO stand IN The
mud hagging abou. an ovtrchHged shining OF So
resolved, too to reap excellent profit from the prevail
ing horror Of wet feet and sympathy with poor dn'en
who, enve!oped in gat:s prchs, brave the elements
to minister to the Comfort Of then ieilow-men-'or
consideration.
We peer more closely at the row OF dwelnng-hou
oppssite. The bed chamber wiaeow-cuE;ains oil me
ine young ladies over the way are sun jealous!
dawn. No wonder; what temptation tor cary
rising do new bonre.s or berufied gowns present on
such morning The poor old maid who reheves
nervous mammas OF he uoubl presence Oh SsoJ
boys and girls, under the kgb-sounding pre'ense o.
keeping an infanie academy IN thai low frame ouna'
ing, psys on a very ancient and cracked meiodeon
Snes Of the most lugubriou. psalm 'unes, NHcn
reach our ears in low, sad wsiHngs. Inc cnn@en N
the basement breaktssroo Of the large house 81 ne
corner smuse themselves by bEesthng on ne "h
dov-papes and drawing pictures N me mol''ene
space with their fat dirty little fingers In van the
mother. I'D stairs, bounoes and tickles the chubby
baby in her arns for .Se admiration o. psps' . Ney
stand Q, the window waiting for the aroy ereaAik'-
bell. il Is plain, from the pertnseious nst<ssnees o.
the younssier that no. s " crow" o. me ian'ss'
cLuckls is to Be got on. Of hin .hi day.
The sssrdsy as.ss has rs,y q sass sosr tanSes