The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-07-17


touch had detected told too truthful tale and re-
veaied that the young singer was, not youth, but
person OF her own sex. The antlcipatlve reader will
guess the rest, and make a long story short by
stating the simple fact that the lady proved to be
motheT who, I'm the artless countenance OF the street.
singer, recognized her 'onglost Chee-yild" TdbleaM
Embrace, and explanations all round. The two
wicked Italians forgiven and pensioned OF
Identity proved by the simple song to which the
blonde beauty was sung to sleep in earlier years
The only mysterious point that remained was, why
dld the girl assume boys disguise? This point she
clears up by avowing that she could not bear the
coarse looks and words which saluted her from men
when she appeared attired In the garments OF her
SEX She therefore persuaded her pseudO-parents to
allow her to adopt male garments, hoping thereby
to eude the insult that is born OF coarse admira-
ton OF ones phySique The lady had much difficulty
In persuadng the girl and her parents' to separate
but the separation effected at last and cnched"
by the real mother and her restored daughter sail
ing Ior Europe in recent steamer. Truth Is
stranger than ncton-and not nearly so probable!
what rush there will be tomorrow for the sea
side! How cars and steamboats, will be sardined
What a quantity OF bathers will be snatchng health
and strength from few moments plunge in the
briny shadows! How gratefully that man would be
appreciated who should invent new, slightly
stimulating, and wholly innocuous drink! with
what wealth OF euogy his name would descend TO
posterity! For people will drink this weather,
and no Boston prohbitory law would prevent them
They do 1t in spite Of the cholera that is whispered
of at Coney Island, and the yellow fever that is
brcathed about in Williamsburg. And OF the New
York summer Sunday might be said almost the very
words that Macbeth says OF sleep. 1t is indeed the
death Of each weeks life sore labors bath, chief
nourisher in lifes feast It commences at O'Clock
on Saturday afternoon ana lasts until nearly three
on Monday morning 1t is Paris Sunday
with the theatres and beer saloons closed. No
doubt it is very unhoy way of spending Sunday
human w m 7
am afraid Is much more satisfactory in this life than
superhuman holiness. Our suburbs swarm OF a
Sabbath with the poorer classes, and the middling
classes, of course Those who are just well enough
off not to know what it is to lack comfort, OF
course keep themselves at home in the shady idle
ness of their houses. The great multitude per-
spire their way through peasure the elegant few
evaporate in dignided resignation under
their own rOof-trees. Speaking OF ex-
cursiOns, however, | might mention that
excursions to San Francisco now the only ones
worth talking Of Metropolitan life is short at the
best, that great a variety OF experience as pos
sible is crowded into holidays by those who are
thrifty OF time. Not week passes without New
York merchants, who have never left business for
days pleasure for twenty years, imprOvisng COM
mercial picncs whose goal is California and whose
object is to see all that there is to be in trans
continental trip the "greatest country on the
face OF the yearth !" The goaheadativness OF
Gotham work as though death alone the re-
tiring point and they were going to spend their
greenbacks in paper-currency heaven
Miss Western, at the Grand Opera House. is the
most attractive amusement in the city. Her plays
are extremely heavy, but the audiences like them,
and deal out to her the tribute of smothered sniffs
The Child StedIer has been produced at last, and
Lucille is as repulsively attractive as ever in her
"creation" of "Number Three" You might imagine
that, at time. she had been maron in a reforma-
tory for female inebrates true to nature is her
representation of the dead-drunk "Magge" who
frequents St. Giles There certain points in the
play where she is startlingly natural, and it is at
such points that she starts out Of her litur-
glcal monotony Of delivery, and speaks not to
the audience (Which she is in the habit OF dOing but
to the actor with whom she is supposed to be
versing. Thus, in describing her conflict with
inmate of the prison who had attempted to rob her
Of the golden locket containing her childs hair Miss
Western eXclaims, 81 beat her. and beat her, and
beat her ~ in low, muned, suppressed tone yet in
of the conflict in question. This and the impersona-
tiOn of 'Number Three" are the two good points in
all the long five acts. All the rest of the characer
zaton is so overhung with crude eXcrescenCes that
one feels compassion for the actress whom the
rapid years seem to teach so little.
John Allen has vanished into the shades, but the
Water street prayer meetings still continue. They
have long ago been removed from Aliens old house,
ana though they have lost their first brlliancy and
flavor, they are kept up with quiet conscientious
ness that brings forth its own fruit.
The ong-anticipated rain storm set in yesterday
afternoon at about halfpast ive 1t made sad havoc
along Broadway, scattering the pedes ans there in
the "shaking Of lambs tail, and making City Hall
Park a slough of mud in less time almost than it
takes to relate it.