New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1865-09-07
COMING HOME.


southwark and the skies become sober, the
rush hOmeward begins. New-York is summon
ing her truant children. Pretty boys and girls,
you have been off among the green fields and
down by the sea-shore, and drinking those vile
waters. Come Home! You must
be tired of rout and revel-of the midnight
dance-the walk on the beach-lobsters ana
champagne after the soiree-and all the pretty
nothngs that make up Summer life. Come
home, your dresses are shabby. You have
actually had them month, and jenkins has
described them SO thoroughly that they are
as out of date as the ruffles and head.dreSs OF
the Pompadour. Gather all your fish, and
keep them safely. Clara has three darling beaus,
and she can investigate them at leisure for they
are all safely hooked and good for WINTER )
trolling. Alfred has caught an helreSs, let us
hope, with his guitar, and his midnight stroliing'
And old Paterfamilias has had his time oil II
with the boys and the girls, and those con-
founded women. If they ever get him away
from bis morning newspaper and port after an
ner. to drink these vile waters, if a man at his
time of life is ever known again to run after
wagon full of trunks, and sit steaming
in the ballroom while Flora whirls around with
Young Coupon the banker-(he's deiaulter no
doubt)-put him down for fool. who deserves
no sympathy for his rheumatism. Come home,
pretty children, one and all, and tell US your
adventures. We hope the tayern-keeperS did
not charge you more than twenty prices. They
never do those jolly men who keep inns and
entertain man and beast. They have made
their own hay during these sunny weeks, and
these somber September days are melancholy to
them, as they see trunk after trunk depart, and
key follow key into undisturbed cubby-holes,
and guests hurying home by hundreds-home
to New.York and the opera, and Arrah-na-
Pogue-to Bamum's Museum, to sleigh-drives
in the Park, and dancing the LancerS on the ice
by the moon.
Broadway is buster than ever II is sea-
breezy, and smells of new-mown hay, and we
see high rough boots, half worn, hardly free from
the sand of Long Branch or the mud of Sara
toga Everybody is busy; and, now that the
war is over, there are no more sensations.
What shall we do without our Winter battles
the wonderful Herald maps, that looked like the
anatomy of the man who died of delirium
tremens, as published by Temperance societies
and cost forty -three millions of dollars, every
cent. Even The UorN loses its fancy-and its
special correspondents from all over the earth,
who write graphic letters Gin Park Row from
the world to The Uorld are sadly at their wits
end. Are we to have no more cakes and ale,
gentlemen No first-class sensations-nothing
that will sell These are sprightly times for
Tie Times. That newspaper thrives best when
everything is stupid-and even Macmillan and
John Patrick OBrien-or Mexican Mrs. Harris
of The Press-fail TO interest us. Where
is .Juarezl We believe there is something
new about Juarez. He has gone somewhere
else, and will probably he an cxile-and as for
Cortinas-wel, he has not been shOt-whch
is saying good deal for Mexican statesman.
They say Stanton has been in town-and Welles
was over in Brooklyn looking at the great
guns; but these are old faces, and not worth
chasing. VIII they hang Wirzl What Will
be done with Ketchum1 Have Max Maretzek
and Bennett been bound over to keep the
peacel Is it true that Wikoif has been carry
ing hostile messages from the Sage of Washing
ton Heights to the impreSsdro OF Staten Island,
and that Person of Influence, connected with
"The rs" has consented to act as second I!
Or what is to be done with Boole-he of the
many sirnalnes, and Gunther-our Mayor
Who did Fernando Wood see in Europe
and how about Jewett'6 forthcoming history
We hope our boys and girls with their bright
faces will have something more important Ia
discuss. We are preparing series OF most
astounding sensations for Christmas. Let the
CALLED Jade wince-lor now at length peace has
come and the world must be reformed. This is
our first Winter of Peace, and we shall have
more meuiment and joy than ever was known
before. The nation has thrown off sackcloth
and ashes, the wounds of the Union are healing,
and very soon not Cicatrice will remain. ON
former enemies stand over our desks and chat
fer about cottonadcs and ginghams, and beg
time. The great land ofrice and cotton and to-
bacco and sugar is open, and Yankee boys are
leaving their stony farms to possess those rch'
bursting acres. and bring wealth and comfort ia
the sadly -chastened South. New-York has an
opportunity in this Winter of Peace to do much
toward consolidating and strengthening the
Union. And if the Cholera does not accept an
invitation, and carry us away, we shall probably