Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1859-09-23

FoRSEY writes Sunday letter to bis paper
from New York, giving q scol1mnyand a half of.
what heisaw at3 the 9TH Avenue Hotel, where
hessay there much noiseGn halls up.
staiFsand toognnc haste ats the meals, as we'll
as.ans apparent want Saf control oyer the SER
wants" And alsoIwhat he saw at the famous
st Xavier Catholic Church; where he scanned
: the faces Of the people as they scame1n, and
was surprised to see s'how universally Hiberni:
am they all were, and that even .'the loyeliest
girls in the most luxurious pews, were spiritu
ally Irish and, finally, what he saw at a so
called sacred Concertiat Palace Garden Of
which last, he.writesthns:
Alovelier evening Inever enjoyed. It was
mingling of June and September, and when
ISesreached the spot, a large conco1rse had as.
lscn6led. This resort is a compound of concert
hall and garden. The saloon is. quito as exten.
sive as abroad and Prime street depot, and
looks lkeit, save that is not so wide and is open
on one side only. Its light, lofty, COO, and
spacious. The garden to the west shown with
IYariegated lamps, and in the midst of 1t there
was sort of stand, from which canaries rung
out their silyery notes through the air. look:
! ed Mt the company present with some interest.
you may be sure, for such an exhibition as this
with us of Philadelphia would be voted dow n as
excessively heretica or monstrous. Twenty. Eve
cents was the admission fee, and about two thou.
sand persons heard the music There was no
noise or confusion, and no rowdy ing. There
were cigers in any number in the garden, with
good looking men behind them; peefing over the
Rulings into the saloon andI believe SHINE lager
and stronger liquids in asllttlc alcove; which L
did not visit, on the other side. But The ladies
were quiet and we'll dressed, and the gentlemen
looked like ordinary human beings that sort
Ny CON panion pointed me out number of we'll
known citizens and their families. All was or.
derby and appropriate The music was excel.
lent, Madame Bishop appeared, '"lair, fat; aud
forty, looking well, and singing sweetIy, and
with aifull huty voice, very agreeable to hear.
The orchestra was as noisy as orchestras usually
are. The trumpet blew boiSterous and brassy:
the octave shrilled out its keen melodies; the
ciarionet was as loud as ever, and the trombone
was as base as trombones must, be. There was
n grand march at the end of the first part, and
then the audience, with linked arms, passed out
into the moonlight, to eat creams and to con-
verse about what they had heard and seen.
This makes the third, but not the last phase
of a New York city Sunday. 1--WE next took
the passenger railroad, and passed down the
B92W1ery to a German saloon. TRa cars were
The streets were crowded, bnt there was no
excitement. 1t was not eleven when we reach
ed the saloon-one Of fifty or more all open this
Sunday night. confess I was Startled as en-.
tered. There was theatre, with comic char.
acters enacting a German comedy, and the hall
re-echoed to the shouts of the spectators. /
/ got into the gallery to see. In.what we would
call the parquet, was great crowd of men,
women, and children, with tables before them,
crowned with lager beer, bread and butter, and
Switzer cheese. Every body was merry-no-
body was tipsy. The men laughed and cheered;
the women smiled, the children applauded, and
everybody seemed to be happy. Some of the
females were young and handsome Then
half past eleven we left leaving behind US as
lively company, though not quite SO numer-
Gus, as that we found there.