The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-08-12

From Our o,Vn Correspondent

from OuT O1gn Correspondent
New YORK, August H. 1869.
Only one circumstance has prevented the
New York public being entertained with ac-
counts, by American correspondents of New
York newspapers, of
The Progress of the Harvard Crew
and their entertainment by their Oxford cousins,
and that circumstance is that those accounts
have not yet put in an appearance. The New York
correspondents may as we'll have gone to the
bottom of the Atlantic for anything that is
known of their whereabouts. Not line, not a
syllable, has reached us from them, and the only
suspicion that the circumstances leave us
to infer is that they have discovered
English hospitality to be of that oppressive
kind which floors its victim, and instead of leav-
ing him placidly at his wrlting-table, puts him
sweetly under it. The Times, the Tribune, the
World, the Herald, have all been waiting in
vague expectation for kilograms that have never
come. Yesterday afternoon the EUening Post
published half column which purported to be
from private letter The New FORK cores
pondent usually keeps his senses about him,
knowing how much depends upon the clearness
of his brain and the steady action of his nerves.
For once, however, l fear me that he has fallen
a victim to double X, and that his experiences
have become as rare as Old England's roast beef
and as bitter as her Bass beer. Depend upon it,
those bloody ops, that are indigenous to Eng
lsh SOIL have done their business They have
fallen early victims to Albons 'arf-an'arf.
Bankers sent to the TOmbs.
Probably no prisoners, in the whole history of
the Court of Oyer and Termner, were more taken
aback than were those bankers whom Judge
Cardozo sent to the Tombs. Imagine the case.
Fancy if you can the rueful visages of theseWall
street bankers, when their sentences of fine and
Imprisonment were made known to them. You
will have some just idea of them, perhaps, if you
endeavor to picture to yourself the mental and
| physical sensations of teachers pet scholar
who, for the first time, is compelled to undergo
| public nagellation. Just such sensations as
| these eddied into expression upon the faces of
| those Wall street delinquents. Every sentence
| of the Judge was ranking dart that Glove the
| bull's-eye of their misdemeanor. Fines they
would gladly pay-but undergo inn
prisonment! "Be they brokers, and suffer such
| dishonor?" Counsel and client whispered to-
| gether; surreptitious murmurs bubbled around
| the courtroom; Roman captives, about to pass
under the yoke could not have worn faces de-
picturing greater humiliation. True, only two of
the deinquents, Mr.. Sage and Mr.. Watts were
| sentenced to actual imprisonment Qhe one for
| five the other for ten days., but all shared in
| the dshonor. What was the crime, after all
| Usury. Mr.. Patton, one of the counsel, very
ingeniously protested, indeed, that their schemes
| for locking up capital were innocent in the ex-
| treme. But Judge Cardozo seemed to think that
| locking up money in the sen in which the
| brokers had been doing it, was just as bad as
| abstracting it. The whole thing, in fact may
| have been done in a moment of abstraction" f."
| but the Judge refused to see it in that light.
Theatrical Items.
| Miss Madeleine HenriQues is in the city, and it
is understood, in quiet sort of way, that she is
| to be the leading lady at Wallack's during the
| forthcoming season. The company there will
| be in many respects q new one. Many of the
old members have gone over to Daly's Fifth
avenue palace, of which Mrs Clara Jennings is
| leading lady, There she will have the opportu-
nifty of gratifying her ambition, and of finding
| free scope for those versatile talents which,
during Miss Rose Eytinge's engagement at Wal
lacks, were only allowed subsidiary play. A
| good leading lady is not by any means an easy
| acquisition. As a rule, women get very attrac-
tive as actresses only just as they begin to cease
to be very attractive as women; and it becomes
a question which is the most fascinating, the
slightly pdSSee woman who, rs an artist,
perfectly understands her 'biz," or the lovely
fresh young thing who spreads herself on her
beauty and has a acOrnucopGia of crudities to dis
cucumber herself of. Young New YOrks taste
goes in favor of the crude youag angel. The
artistic who is at once perfect and pdSSee is re
spected, but, as a rule, she don't draw. She may
be immense in theatrical parlance, but tha
don't make the houses so. Even Rstori was
called quite the old lady when she was here
and one gentle critic spoke ecstatically of he
motherliness. Had she been as fond of writing
to the newspapers as the smaller fry of the foot
lights are, am afraid she would have mother
lied him. fine feminine physique is wha
Gotham audiences smack their lips over. Evel
blondism may yet revive. There are those whit
discern an elevating tendency in Terpsichorean
ism especially when the toes are lifted high
and VOW that Lydia Thompsons legs, like Thorn
sonian medicines, have spiritualizing influence
ALI BABA.