New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1868-11-05

iinsi anu N lot Nun until QayDreak.
We joined the party and afterward visit
ed all the drinking saloons in Boston tina
were open after midnight. l am sorry t.
say, for the morals of these gentlemen
that they visited worse places than drink
ing saloons during the night. Bagnios
brothels, thieves fences, and holes of th
vilest description were kept alive until
late hour of the morning by these devil,
who were smashing and breaking article
of all kinds. They did not hesitate eve
at murder.
In vile drinking saloon in North street,
Mr.. Harding, representing New York ever
ing newspaper, was attacked by a crowd o
inhuman brutes, and beaten severely
First he was struck in the face, and the
knocked down and kicked. Then his hea,
was beaten against the counter, his head wa
cut with glasses, which were fired at him
and finally one ruffian, whose name l have
not ascertained, but who will certainly bt
found by the Boston police ere twenty-foul
hours have elapsed, pulled out revolver
and deliberately and coolly took aim a
the helpless man, all bloody from his beat
ing, tearing off his fingers and mangling
him terribly. The poor fellow was carried
to drug store, and the principal finger
which was torn, had to be sewed up. Al
least one finger and perhaps two will have
to be amputated. Intesse indignation i;
manifested in Boston about this murderous
attack. and should the scOuudrel be caught
who attempted the murder, he will find a
quick proof of Massachusetts justice.
Well, to return to my. story of the at
tempted great prize-fght. A little before
midnight on Wednesday night, those who
felt like travelling fifteen miles and had no
money to pay for hacks, or wagons or other
conveyances, made their appearance on
the old Chelsea Bridge leading out Of Bos-
ton, and found their way, only halting 70
whisky to refresh, withal, along the Lynn
turnpike. The Lynn turnpike Is lannon's
road for lovers and those who have ira
versed it with blushing Massachusetts, m aid
ems by their sides, would have been horri-
fed to have looked on the seoundrels who
clustered the road on Wednesday night and
Thursday morning, cursing, disappearing,
and making the air vile and sickly with
their obscenity. A number travelled in
hacks and il wagons. These vehicles were
hired at hap-hazard, and very few of them
will ever be paid for.
Lynn-or Lynnield, as it is more prop
erly called in the gazetteers-is, perhaps
on an airline, about seventeen miles from
Boston. There is nothing startling about
the town or rather, village. 1t is New
England village, pure and simple. The
same old white fronts of wood, the sane
green blinds, the same prim dizziness, the
same quiet Sabbath, the same respectable
but not exciting meeting house and inn,
railroad track within hailing distance of
the village steeple, that Charles Dickens
noticed and wrote about nearly thirty
years ago. Nothing has changed Emer-
son was then, and is now. Wendell Phil
lips is still alive as then Theo-
dore Parker is with the past. Web
ster sleeps with his fathers; but Sumuer
exists daily, and blows his horn with great
earnestness. Outside, in the world, all
has changed, and is changing every day:
but Lynn, virgin village of Massachusetts,,
does not change. Let the reader imagine
such pastoral village Of the plain, as this,
with its unpretending meeting house and
selectmen. Let him further imagine five
hundred short-haired, crop-eared, harrow
headed, thievish, rasoally looking roughs,
breaking into its quiet, silent streets, at
four O'Clock Of chilly, cool October
morning, the leaves of the trees faded and
dismal, the house-fronts looking bleak
weird, and ghostly, and the village dogs
barking as il they were hired by the Bos-
ton police to disturb the fighters.
The fighters, rowdies and loafers trooped
slowly, and in pairs, in quartettes, trios,
and siHgly, some having walked afoot all
the way from Boston; others having did
the aristoeratic business and rode in car
riages according as their means allowed
them to do.
OBaldwin, with bis hacker, Felix Larkin.
a notorious New Yorker and sportsman,
arrived at the village hotel a little after
midnight.
Joe Coburn, the ex-champion of Van
Dieman's Land, as a New York fellow
pointedly styled him, was also at the hotel
with O'Baldwin. 1t seemed that there was
some dissatisfaction among the supporters
of Mr. Coburn. Many Of them declared
that he had partly trained Wormald at the
beginning of the match, and afterwards de-
serted that redoubtable athletic for the |
loftier height of O'Baldwin.
Larkin is heavy built, oad-shouldered |
looking fellow, with brutal, good natured |
face and one fellow in the crowd who |
offered to pay my hack fare if I would |
give him puff" said that Larkin weighed
at 'least twelve hundred pun s'help i'm
God"
In Lynn this blank, chilly, October
morning there is only one trouble. There
is no brandy, nor gin, nor whisky of Ken
lucky or other brand. Oh, that we had
carried bottles with us from Boston. jerry
Lyons could have made up some good |
stuff Tor us. One rough denounced the |
whole thing as swindle, Said he:
"Why has any duffer as doesn't mean to
light the right to bring me away from me
gin and tansy ?"
The place where the fight was to take
place has been named from time imtnemo-
rial Goat Hill" Why it is named Goat
Hill nobody has ever told within the memo
" Of the Oldest inhabitant of the white
irame house with the green blinds. Not a
living goat has ever been known to browse
upon its summit.
During the early morning the men were
Kept quiet in the village and not allowed |
TO see any but thrir hackers and seconds.
Obaldwin was little nervous and ex-
cited, but being confident, he ate plenti- |
fully OF corned beef of a salty description.
but did not touch the cabbage.
Wormald during the night clamored for
"a couple of mugs of hale, you know but
was refused the broth by his trainers. He
also would have eaten Welsh rabbit, but
such dish had never been known in the
Pnritanical village. Still he got a rare
done mutton chop with onions, and his
second, George Rookie, took beefsteak
and onions with plenty Of gravy.
Coourn, the principal second of O'BaId- |
win, breakfasted. on rare roast beef and
cold potatoes. Coburn was very frank |
about his principal and told Philadelpbia