New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1868-07-04
LOCAL INTELLIGENCE.


the most intolerable in these warm days.
Presuming on his privilege as an acqusint-
ance or assumed friendship he essays to
have little joke at your expense, taking it
for granted that all will see and laugh at
the jest as something right good and re-
lief to dullness, thus overlooking the fact
that he is seriously preaching good manners
and decency. Good Lord, deliver us from
these pests, sthat our temper may not be
ruf1ed too often
What has become Of that new Recorders
court which was to be SO finely built on
Lafayette street? The contract was sold
once on time.
We find our pleasant friend Mcdonnell,
lately Of the Controllers office, at a desk in
Judge Becker's court, and his handwriting,
copper-plate, is good to look at and easily
read.
James MCGOWAN, corner Girod and Front
Levee, is requested by Michael Casey to
walk up to Captain Becker's office on the
tenth instant and file response to charge
of breach of trust and. embezzlement.
Mike swears in black that he last October
intrusted watch with the Mack, which is
now not forthcoming. There is time to
watch and pray.
Bridget Murphy was on her muscle when
she pitched into officer Cullen on Foucher
street. She is on her bond now and will be
until the tenth instant.
Two Keenans, corner Clio and Willow
streets, will be brought to trial on the four.
tenth for endeavoring to demolish Mrs.
sheehan.
Bridget Moran, queer little body, was
buzzing around Mr.. Bebee, of the central
station, and modestly requested him to give
her through ticket to the Workhouse for
the entire summer season. Being of kind
disposition, he procured for her leave to
remain there, and so Bridget will be alb.
sent from further festivities until three
heated months have liquidated themselves.
Bone antiquarians have opened shops in
various parts of this city. Inquiring what
use the bones were put to, the answer was
that they were pulverized and converted
into homeopathic medicine, and we swal.
lowed 1.-THE story, not the medicine. BOYS,
and men, too, in considerable numbers, are
daily engaged in hunting bones, and they
hnd ready sale for them; indeed, the traffic
has extensive rami6cations.
The debris of the Montgomery warehouse,
a portion of which building was lately
burned, has been entirely cleared away.
Judge jackson yesterday presided in the
Fourth District Recorders Court, and dis
patched business in ready style.
Some weeks ago we recorded the fact that
an unknown man had thrown himself off
one of the river ferryboats and that nothing
was seen Of him afterWard. The friends and
acquaintance of Joe Wilson, formerly a
dealer of faro in this city, have concluded
that he is the unfortunate who was tired of
life, as he has unaccountably disappeared
for some weeks past. He was a man of few
words, and occasionally so morose as to
drive away from him the most friendly. As
is often the case with his fraternity he left
the world without goods OF chattels.
There is one fellow, Nike McCabe, who has
for nearly two years been an almost constant
free ledger in one or other of the police
stations. Not long ago he was offered en-
ployment at good wages, but his response
was: So Do yees think am SIGH fool as to
work ?" That same night he slept in the
calaboose. Another time he was taken
away with gang of his kind to labor on a
plantation near the city at 50 so per day.
When the roll was called Mike was absent
and that night his name was again on the
list of free dodgers. Judge Becker ought to
allow him at least six months liberty in the
Workhouse.
The weather still continues in the melting
mood, and if Louisiana ice can not be more
freely distributed there will be many grease
spots found where lately stood man. The
Black Crook style of dressing, or un-
dressing, is comfortable
One of the fallen ones of Basin street,
above Canal, tired of life and its ills, took
heavy dose of morphine with determine
ton to end her days of woe. A physician
was called in in time to pump the poison out
Of the would-be suicide, and she still lives a
life that is one ofevil; but she says she win
yet shuttle off her mortal coil.
A BURGLAR SHOT DEAD.-About the hour
of twelve Thursday night the dwelling Of
Robert Vess, Canal street, was assaulted by
burglar, who was heard at work by vess
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