The Republican journal., 1869-08-19
LETTER FROM NEW YORK.
Correspondence of the Journal.

Good morning? How do do this morning? Well
J really, hardly know. Eve scarcely got nv ewes
t open yet You | was terribly tired last night,
and as the saying is, slept like log" Besides I
incline in the morning to
little more sleep, a little more slumber
little more folding the arms to rest"
, morning nap is such luxury! But then if
isn't healthful, and don't want to be understood
as recommending it to any one. On the contrary
would point out for your special consideration the
lines commencing-"Earlyt to bed, early to rise. y
&c. What is that you say? Better take some of
my own advice? Let me tell you that I am far
/, from being the only who preach better than
they practice. If You don't credit the assertion
look about you, and when you have discovered a
case OF the opposite kind please record it for the
benefit of the world For depend upon it, such in
cldents form the exceptions and not the rule. Not
that the world is wholly bad, or total depravitv a
toregone conclusion. Oh no, This world i S very
jolly place, if you only take il rightly But then
often the flesh is weak and the spirit willing which
is the occasion of so many good people falling from
grace.
| | was going out with you this morning! Well
as 1t is much easier to travel by imagination than
by any other conveyance, suppose we fancy our
selves transported 20 the same spot where we left
each other last week. Now we will 90 up this
street little way and into what is known as
| CASTLE GARDEN.
1t is only small spot of green earth cut ND bv
irregular walks, shaded with trees and not very
nicely kept at present. The Castle itself is a huge
round building, with flat roof somewhat resembling
a fort. This is the landing place and temporary
home of all emgrants coming to New York In
close proximity to the Garden is Bowling Green.
Crossing this we proceed slowly up
| BROADWAY,
which allows no comparison with any other street
Ill the United States. 1t is wide, straight, hand
some; lined with lofty and magnificent buildings
many of them timc-honored and world renowned
And through this wide space rolls all day long,
from early morn till late at night never ceasing,
living tide of humanity. High and low, rich and
poor, every phase of life is by turn exhibited And
the horses the CARTS the wagons, carriages coaches
Borne on by the resistess flood, you walk as one In
a maze, speculative, philosophical absorbed, inter
ested, amuscd--each passion has its play You 90
up past Trinity Church, with its immense spre al
most lost to sight In the dim regions above It is
impressivcly grand in its proportions, but as you
gaze upon it the purest, hottest and best of YOUR
hearts blood is not stirred quickened You look
upon it with feelings of pride not religion. How
ever you don't want to be cynical, so say nothing
| You continue on past Dclmonico's, which fur
nishcs the most fashionable and dainty suppers in
the world past the Aston House and Il thousand
other equally noted buildings, and turn into the
Avenues where you get glimpse of the palatia
residences of these merchant princes New CITY
Hall and its beautiful park you can cross to the
TombS, If, IIowart-ike, you wish to investigate
prison life 1t is not Ill this direction wish YOU
to go this morning, but rather to rctrace our way
and 60 down
WALL STREET
What visions Of wealth and happiness, poverty
and sorrow, crime and degradation crowd upon
the mind at the bare suggestion of the name. How
many fortunes have been lost and won here! How
many men have been tempted, fearfllly tempted,
and lost ALL Here within the space of a few mill
utes walk. shut up by the lofty brick and granite
walls of banking houses, insurance and brokers'
offices, lies the wealth and destnes of the country
Does panic" rise in Wall street, the pulse of the
whole nation is feverish with expectation and the
rise fall Of gold is noted and felt the country
| over--a political barometer which tells which way
the wind is blowing. The Custom House and
United States Treasury building are the two cdi-
fees most specially claiming your attention upon
this street. and yet if it be near midday you will
have eyes for little else than the Merchants Ex-
change, and the Brokers Boards at the junction of
Williams and Wall streets. And here In this build
ing and in the open street goes from day to day the
gambling fever called selling ofstocks and gold Is it
any wonder that the men here assembled look bag
gard with care or fevcrish with Excitement when
on to-dayS venture depends all? The fortunes of
to-day will possibly not be those of Tomorrow. 1t
is like IA game Of cards-somc must lose whilst
| others win.
At the foot of Wall street. is a ferry connecting
with Il street of the name on the Brooklyn
side Crossing the river in this, we stop at the
landing sufficiently long to examine the vast tunnel
and massive bridge here constructed for the relief
| of travel, and then into passing car to
GREENWOOD.
A carriage awaits your arrival here, which for
the small sum Of seventytivc cents takes you to all
parts Of this delightful resting place of the dead.
A short drive through beautifully laid out park
and you are at the main entrance. This is marvel
of workmanship and beauty. and must have been
| erected at great expense. know not how much.
1t is constructed of dark brown sandstone and
trimmed with brighter stone worked into
variety of designs and is so massive as to contain
large airy rooms.
Over the carriage entrance are four groups cary
ed from the stone, representing Scrpural passages
relating to the raising of the dead. Upon one of
tcrs. 1t represents Christ summonng Lazarus
from the tomb. Whoever the artist may be, and
whether working under inspiration or imagination,
he has caught and faithfully reproduced here the
spirit which must have possessed these persons on
this most extraordinary occasion. Lazarus has just
stepped forth from the tomb, bound in his grave
clothes, aud wearing the haggard cadaverous look
OF one dead Ills eyes rest upon the Saviour with
the helpless, bewildercd look of one Just wakened
from Il long and dreamless sleep, and knows not
what TO do. Upon the faces Of some of his sur
rounding friends are dawning looks of JOY, upon I
others horror sits enthroncd-upon all are curiosity
amazement fear. Christ alone stands surveying
the group in calm reposctul majesty, with just ii
perceptble thge of sadness upon his counenance,
if he thought of the earthly sorrows and pain to
which he had recalled Lazarus, in this exhibition
of his power-or perhaps the shadow of his own
approaching death is resting upon him. 1t is an
ideal. yet commanding face, full of power and
beauty; exalted with the knowledge Of hingly |
mission, and yet melting with human love and pity.
1t is Christ to be loved, to be worshipped, not
with human passion, but with the hottest feelings of