New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1861-01-30
JoHs w. FARMERS
FREE DINING SALOON.
No. & Ludlow street.
Come sud cat ye poor and hungry, without
money and without price.
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As q consequence, hls plHoe il crowded nightly by
men, women, and children, the lowest and most de-
graded being warmly welcomed as If they were
dittsed In tie hight If fashion. No Il Ludlow street
: a narrow little place, more like hallway than an
eating saloon. On side s placed n table running
'encthwise at which, by elose packing both sides
atout 30 persons can be seated.
Lat evening. some time before the saloon was
opened, the hungry ones began to assemble upon the
walk in 'front.' til the sidewalk completely blocked
up. When the door was opened Mr.. c. Ii. Campbell
Superintendent, received the guests for Mr.. Farmer
Preference was given to the women, the men being
adnonshed TO "aow the ladies to come in first" The
iab, being filed up both sides the door was locked
again to prevent crowding inside, and those on the
wax had to wait till the Grst table full were served.
Til they did with perfect good nature forming in line
ouidy by the door 10 await their Turn While they
wal, Tie conversation turns upon he liberay
# Mr.. Farmer, and the blessings Of COY are
invoked in his behalf in nearly every known
tongue. One hnggard looking woman, OF Irish
nativity who Il 70 seantly clad that even the
Moderate air of last night pinched her form and
made il shiyer with cold, il evidently indebted to
Mr. Farmer for more than one meal. Every few mo.
n.nts she speaks to those assembled telling them to
btpatent, and he thankful that God has given means
tc 20 good man Mr. Farmer. To the men she says:
when you get to work again III the Summer, and
aIning money for yourselves, don't forget the man
Who fed you in the Winter when you were starving
Iut patronze him that he shall lose nothing by YOU
Meantime those inside are astonishing their stomachs
With hearty meal There il a variety ios them to
,hose from-cod ooned beef, ham, pork, fish, bread,
otatoes cabbage turnips, onions, &c. and soup Soup
in great demand-hot, rich coup, made from whole
iome knuckes OF beef, rich with vegetables Of all
knds served out in steaming pint bowls. 1t contains
tie nourisbment Of all the other dishes served there,
with the additional recommendation Of warming well
as filling the stomach Each one has his pint bowl fall,
and second one ii be wants il. Al the table sit stout
robust Young men, thrownout Of employment and with
out means, who would sooner pay for their meals III
labor if that were possible. Then there is the toering
old man. whose whitened locks and wrinkled face tell
of sixty Winters at least, sitting beside an emaciaed
mother whose babe suckles while she eats Here are
little boys and girls whose chins are below the level OF
the bowl they eat from. All are welcome, and all are
fed As they rise from the table with the flavor of the
generous soup still in their mouths, they turn to the
manager each and every one, with II God bless you,
Sir" or "Much obliged TO You, SIR Solidarity comes
10 them the answer, You're perfectly welcome, Sir;
come again tomorrow night, and every night when you
are hungry that they almost feel they have done Mr.
Farmer service.
Another company is admitted, and they take their
seats as directed waiting in silence their turn to be
served Here il a little girl, ragged and barefoot who
has been waiting outside in the snow for half an honr
she hangs back moment to speak To Mr.. Campbell
He is soon at her side, and she whispers, Please,
Sir my mother il sick tonight and can't come; won't
YOU pleafe let me take her little something to eat =
4" Certainly, my dear, replies the managers "you sit
right down now and ess I'll you can, and your mother
shall have some too" II child takes her seat joyful
", and in few moments bowl Of hot soup is placed
before her. and beside ii is little tin pail full of the
same food for her mother She swallows hers in haste,
and turning to give the heartfelt "Thank You, Sir"
runs home as fast MS she Here ia the poor Irish
woman, who spoke to the men ouiside-the heat which
comes into the room from the adjoining kitchen has
warmed her shrlnken form; she fingers to speak TO
the manager. She has little, p,ny dnnghter at home,
whom she dare not bring out in the wet and she wants