New-York daily tribune., 1858-11-27
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CITY ITEMS.

NOVEMBER WE.rHER.-Twenty-a days of this
sometimes plessantest month in the year have come
ADD gone but they have not loft many pleasant memo
yies of their pleasant days. We remember much
more vividy the days Of Storm clustering rain and ali
It's disoomforts aod the cold piercing wind such as
blew with such force from the snowclsd mount aims at
The west Of us all the after part Of yesterday. The
ncrning was clear and The air mild and clear aud
pleasant that is for semiWinter day. At noon the
sun poured warm rays into sheltered nooks bat in two
bours after the warm rays intercepted by estng
cIouds end the wind grew in strength, and cold that
all who had gone out without frs and shawls and warm
aoaks and coats glad enough to seek shelter 1t
was Winter all too soon. True was but such weather
q we may look for the 25th day of November, if
sn the previous days had been mild Two days before
srsin storm prevailed, and we wrote of mud and its
misery. Two days of sun and wind, aad that mud is
converted TO dust, drifting before the wind. Two days
more, and II pervades the city like pestence But
there are other pestilences than dust mud
rain, or spow clustering winds, however cold and
sbin-worse than any weather ever known in Novom-
ber. For suoh weather to the warmly clad is not terri
b. Such cold Wind as we had yesterday, is iu-
yeorsting to the robust and only terrible to the poor
or to the ever suffering invalds To those who so
out in suoh cold west wind fur Clad it has no terror
1t only sends them home with better appetes for food
and sIeep. The affient need not dread November;
nor the colder months that tread upon its heels and
are already 90 near that begin to feel the chill OF
December" 1t is only month to Christmas. What
. short period to that says: am going TO die
How melancholy these words fell upon our ears last
night. They from the lips OF one bora to such
suence th At he felt the rgor of Winter, nor the
chill Of such day as yesterday, except as the wind
came modified by all the warm clothing tlist money
could buy. Yet that man said, " am going to die."
We'll be might say it; rather he had not have ssidit
for the words printed upon every neament OF his
features and told in his totterng STEP Toterng to
the grave. Not with age for he has scarcely reached
the age of the "prime of fe." But he is the vctin
or rather one of the many victims, of the pestence
that walks runs es through this city, in cold or hot
fair or foul weather. sweeping its victims as irre'is-
IDLY as the dust swept yesterday before the strong
west wind down to a miserable death. A suicidal
death for the victims rush voluntarily into tine blast
That sweeps them away. lie that said, 81 am going
10 die" Is an illustration. -Four years ago he walked
hese streets as strong and robust man as any one
that br sthed and was invigorated by the November
weather Of yesterday. He would have secuted the idea
.hst he should dread the little cold wind of such day.
a though he was facing DEATH He was not yet thirty
years Of age and was full of manhoods early health
. and strength and walked with firm step and erect
form. He wore handsome, manly face, and spoke in
fulltoned. manly voice. But what of all these in
e-strcken cy the streets Of which, if they
do not run blood, are fsirly overhown with mias-
matte poison that destroys wherever it falls upon
victim. This man, who spoke those mournful words,
was victim.
Last night as hugging into corner of
Broadway stage, wrapped in weather deiyng gar
mcnts. watching the ever-wondrous crowd upon that
street we noticed upon the sidewalk tottering form
Of man that seemed scarcely able TO withstand the
cold wind. Bent too, he was like one Oh the verge OF
time allotted to man. Involuntarily tho words,
"Pity the of poor old man."
we're upon our tongue the the stage stopped to take
up "the poor old man. Heavens! tba, face' II
was not an old mans unless old in sin had MADE 1t so
II was the face Of one who did not oter four years
ago. But in that four years what lie he had led
II was not life 'of copjugal affection-of domestic
quiet and comfort such in his position might have
enjoyed No. was life that the fast men, Of this age
live. One that had given him pale, cadaverous
face with supken eyes, and foul breath-fou for his
very bones were rotten and his limbs fra and barely
ableto support his emacisted body. Weak too, he
wa, and his hands and voice trembling. He did not
greet friend that he met in the stage with his old
words and manner of exutaton at this glorious fuo
bracipg weather." stopping forward, hc said in q
husky voice, 81 am going to de-"
Yes, surely, he is going to die. Not by the cold
weather OF November, but by the pestilence that
wsiketh in darkness.
'TSs cold November night, and children in rooms
warmed with glowing anthroci.e fires, are playing
around the knees Of fond parents, who are building
air castles for them to occupy in future years when
they shall feel old sge and these children shall bo in
the vgor Of manhood and their stay and support. So
did the fond parents Of that young man, as right we'll
wskeow, but they built their castle upon the sand,
and viii soon fail; for in cold November night he
has said &c am gorg to de- In April they will say,
I" our ron Is dead"
The Matinee at the Academy Of Music this afternoon
brings to close the benefit to Madame Gazzanga.
Ths entertainment is an attractive one, consisting Of
n Tsovstoro' with Mile. Piccolomni in The role Of
Ieouors; and the second act Of "La Sonnambua, u
which Mad. LAbords appears. Mad. Gszzanisa vii
sing, In costume, her celebrated Spanish song, the
"Orsrge Girl" and with Signor Msggioroch, the
duet from Z" L. Ehsir dAmore."