The Kanzas news., 1857-09-19
Evening in New York.

The old clock on the City Hall has struck
six. The toll of the day is over. From
every workshop the hard-working mechanics
pour forth, and the streets are filed with la
borers returning home. The rough Irish
man, the shrewd Yankee, the enterprising
tradesman and the care-worn shop girl, all
welcome the hour of rest. For the last
hour the hands of the clock have been mar
rowly watched by the laborers in the shops,
and feeling of relief at the close of the
days toll expresses itself in the countenance
of every one. Up Broadway the multitude
pass, and each one seeks his own quiet home.
From half-past six till seven, the streets
are comparatively quiet. 1t is rest pre-
paratory to the excitement of the evening.
At seven the pleasure-loving throng pour
forth in pursuit of amusement. The tastes
of all find qualification for the evening"
The opera, the theatre, the gallery of paint
ia.gs and the museum, all have their patrons.
At this hour the enthusiastic venders of hot
corn begin their nightly rounds.
One who walks Broadway in the evening
must look well to his steps. 1t seems as
though half the street was occupied by
piles of bricks, and that every. step in the
dark must inevitably land the wayfarer in a
cellar-way A panorama of Broadway has
been well hit off thus: t'Pile of bricks, un-
finished pavement, hotel, another pile OF
bricks, two more hotels, unfinished pave
ment, another pile of bricks, another hotel,
more bricks, etc., Gd intfnituna i''
The monotony of evening is occasionally
relieved by the fire bell or some accident
otherwise the evening of one day is an exact
daguerrotype of the past.
Eleven O'Clock has struck, and the places
of amusement begin to pour forth their
crowded audiences. The omnibus is now
the great attraction, and the universal favor
ite. Nothing is more exciting or ludicrous
than the Babel-like confusion in the street
1t is scene which battles the courage of the
most efficient police. The courageous pub
lie, the frightened females, the impudent
drivers and the patient horses, all play their
nightly parts to perfection. Timid women,
dragging on their unresisting companions
venerable gentlemen with gold headed canes,
and country cousins who think this part
of the exhibition, plunge into the melee, and
desperately grasp the stage door. Young
America looks on with smiling face, and
cries, "Go it, Eighth Avenue All right,
Bowery Give it to him, Blocker street !''
In tie midst of all this hubbub and con-
fusion, the omnibus man, who is the sole
cause of this disturbance and who makes
his living by it, sits upon his box and enjoys
the scene, well knowing that he will have a
full stage up town. Meanwhile he keeps up
running fire of ''Here's Broadway and
Dleeker street; Broadway and Fl fifth fftfh avenue
Broadway and FOrty-second street; here's
for the Rowery and Fourth ayeTiIIp'' - etc
The stages are at last filled, and go rafting
up the street. Here ends the scene for to-
night, which is re-enacted every night in the
week.
Twelve O'Clock has struck. But although
it is midnight, many stores are yet open,
aud customers are still waiting to be served
In half an hour the lights are out, and night
in New York then begins.