The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-01-04
NEW YORKISMS.
B-om Our o,On Correspondent.

hrom Our oHn oO'repondent
New YORK, Jan. 2, 1869.
Standing on the pavement before the steps OF
the Old Trinity, heard the old year ru1g out
and the new year rung in, as 1t has been by the
same bells from time almost immemorlal
At the present writing the mingled hall and
rain have done their work, and laced the snow
and slush in the streets with q covering of Ice.
So, yesterday was New Years Day, and the
question daNns upon us, sball we ever see
another bright and happy New Years Day as
long a. this world lastsi
A happy New Years Day is myth. There is
no such thing. 1t is a simple phrase. II any
thing was happy yesterday it was the elements,
which had q remarkably good time making this
portion Of the world miserable.
Everything was failure. / regret that
meteorological reasons compel me to speak thus
dsparagingly.
The cheerfuluess was factitious. The mirth
was the kind of mirth provoked by wine aud
strong drink. The callers were few compare
lively, and the compliments were "put-up
iob."
If you read Ia the New York papers that
New Years Day was observed with all the old
time.honored festivities, don't believe those
journals.
In fact, New Years Day is a failure here. We
don't want any more of that kind for another
yesr.
Have anything good to say of the New Year
30 far!
Nothing at oil, for no great good has hap
pened in this great city.
great bad happened here on Thursday
morning, however.
What do you think OF man-"a peaceable
citizen"-being murdered within half block
speaks well, does it not, for the vigilance of
the police and the fraternal feeling OF our bum
mers? Bummers do not grow better by coming
here. On the contrary, they grow worse and
worse. Something in the smell oil Broadway
seems to sharpen their appetites to degree
beside which razors would be Synonymous with
buntness. a peaceable man, / say, comes out
OF his house, and proceeds TO sweep the pave
ment at No. AZ L. Twelfth street, within
few yards of Broadway. The hour is seven in
the morning.
The old man, whose name Is Rogers, has a
watch, chain, and respectfully filed wallet
about him. He has scarcely made his appear
ance with his broom before two ruffians spy
him, and, with the magnetism OF ruffianlsm,
Spy also the watch the chain, and the wallet.
Ore of them proposes to knock him on the
head Immediately. The other interposes with
q faint Don't, Jim," evidently scenting an NJ. P.
in the distance.
= The boder ruffian stalks up to the old man,
unshesths an immense knife and makes halfa-
dozen lightning-like cuts at the old mans head,
piercing his hat through, but by some miracle
missing the scalp. Finally, the old man and
the vigorous ruffian close together, tue old man
receives frighttuI and fatal stab in the abdo.
men, and the murderer walks Of.
Nobody witnesses the deed. No policeman
looms in sight. Beyond the noise of the two
men sculfiiug no sound dsturb' the winter
morn. The murderer AMI his comp pauiou
escape, and this is fair sample OF life and
death in New York.
A sLpcr.intellgent somebody has been
writing 10 one of the dailies here, and suggesting
that, instead of East River being bridged, the
Brooklyn Heights shall be laid low aud East
River Choked up with them.
Perhaps were We living in the time of the
Egyptian kings, who sought to immortalize
themselves in the Pyramids, this plan might
come within the limits OF feasibility.
The meeting of the artists that was held the
other evening was quite large, and tney dis
cussed the detects of the present laws which are
assumed TO be protective OF the rights of artists
The present laws are more in the interest OF
ade-marks than in those OF artists.
The photographers and the artists had an
amable jaugle, in which the artists claimed that
the photographers were no artists at all, aud
the photographers claimed that they were just
as much artists as the artists were.
During the discussion the Academy Of Design
came in for good many hard hits. But, then,
the Academy of Design is used to that.
An attempt 10 being made to revive the old
entertainment OF "Glees and Madrigals." The
effort was begun night or two ago at Stelnway
Hall, and with considerable success. One of the
prominent features OF the "rammany" will be a
large chorus of youths, selected from the best
sopranos in the city, who will sing nothing but
This kind of music.
The Health Commissioners are awaklng to the
fsct that smallpox abounds in the tenement
houses of the city. There is no approach to a
panic about 1t yet, howe
A "polcy-player" named Mrs. Smith has
ruined her husband Dy losing all his money,
and, in despair, has "suicided" herself of into
what Andre Jackson DAVIS calls the Summer
Land ALI BABA.
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