The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-07-08

From Our 0tSn Correspondent
NEW YORK, July s, 1870.

NEW YORK, July s, 1870.
Central Pnrk
Central Park is too apt to be regarded as a
first-class picturesque lodging-place intended
especially for the behoof of the poorer classes
on Sunday. Yet whoever would see it at its
best must time his visit upon some other day
than the first of the week, for then, il the
weather be fine, every seat is occupied, the
walks are crowded, the lakes are covered with
boating parties, and the various booths, stalls,
soda fountains and restaurants so beset,
that no one who is unwilling to wait for
accommodations need repair to one ofthem. But
of weekday the case is different. Then you
have the park all to yourself-or at least with
just enough people in sight to prevent the sense
OF loneliness. On fine summers afternoon
when the air is not too cool, the sense of rest
and quiet is delightful, especially when sufficient
carriages and pedestrians are in sight to pre-
clude The idea of perfect solitude. In company
with your books, your cigarettes, and yourself,
you seek out some shady arbor-aud, thank
goodness all the seats in Central Park have
backs to them-and read and observe
what is going on about you with,
perhaps, something of the complacency
with which the landed proprietor takes in the
area of his estates, and congratuates himself
that they are all his own. The puff of your cigar
excites in you a meek'and harmless joy greater
than any newspaper puff has power to cause.
The goat-carriages, filled with children and at
tended by colored boys in livery, reconcile you
to lfes unamiabities, and by some occult spe-
cies of argument cause you to think that after
all your salary may be large enough. By and
by troupe of good-natured rowdies come by,
and occupy the long bench opposite. They
wear no collars or neck-ties, their hands are
stained and dirty, their caps are slouched and
their clothes spattered with grease. The brown
roughness of the mechanic hangs above them,
but it is one of their afternoons off, and they have
come to Central Park to get mouthful of fresh
air, 10 look at the handsome equipages, and
to talk ignorant wonder concerning the exploits
of that marvellous man Fisk. 1t is solemn fact
that the doings and misdoings OF Mr.. Fisk con-
stitute the staple talk of just such party of
rough half-grown boys as this Next troops by
beyy of showily- dressed girls, who look as
though they might be thrd-rate concert-hall
singers, and talk fast slang intended to be at
tractive of whatever male biped is minded to
take up with them. Saunters by, every now and
then, "nobby" and somewhat wearied-looking
gentleman, having ''nobby" and some
what weared-looking lady hanging on
his arm, and entrusted by her with
the care of her heterogeneous litter, in
which figure book shawl, parasol veil,
a satcael, and such useful appurtenances. The
motherly-looking, middle-aged man, with the
masculine woman, who defes the ther-
mometer in red flannel shawl,
and the inevitable brace of savage
babies, make up the conventional family-circle
that haunts every nook of the Park. Another
of the standbys is the vague masculine, elabo-
rately dressed, and never without an umbrella,
who assumes sentimental attitudes in shady
corners, and over the edge of the book he pre-
tends to be reading ogles every passer-by. The
solitary portion of the Park which presents a
crowded or social appearance is the Fifth ave-
nue. entrance, the seats along which are almost
always filed. Here every style of equipage
necessarily rolls in from the elegantly ph@ton to the
disreputable buggy, from the classic clarence to
the popular cabriola-wagonn The compara-
tive dearth of visitors upon week day after
noon gives you the chance, if you have little
patience, of obtaining seat on one of the
/ benches, and of observing the countenances and
! costumes of those who fill the carriages. Here,
| driven by sable coachman, comes maiden
lady, very old, notoriousy rich and relentlessly
grim, accompanied by snubbed companion
in faded silk and with brow-beaten visage.
In this hired barouche sit, with their admirers,
4 couple of beauties whose rouged faces only
too plainly announce their avocation. To get
out of sight of little incidents like these which
jar, requires a walk of but few minutes, for of
weekday afternoon Fifth-avenue entrance
is the only locality in Central Park where
! you will discover anything approaching to
crowd. The multitude of hooks, rambles, lakes,
u grottoes, and arbors are almost unoccu-
pied, and your book, your cigarette, and your
self forming q sympathetic trio with which the
cultivated nature around you is admitted into
pleasing companionship.
Street-car Incident.
Yesterday afternoon an incident which has
not yet made its way into any of the newspa-
pers, took place in one of the Sixth avenue
cars, and becomes worth mentioning because it
illustrates the avidity with which geniality
rushes to the rescue of itself and the discom-
future of the churl. The car contained dozen
passengers all of whom were men, with the eX-
cepton of one who was a boy Immediately
opposite the boy, who occupied one corner, sat
man whose countenance was compendium of
malignity. He looked as though all the gall
and wormwood of existence had flowed through
funnel into the cracks and crannies of his
face. Suddenly the boy, whose face was bright
contrast to that of his opposite neighbor, began
whistlng ''Shoo Fly" 1t has been said that the
| first Napoleon foamed at the mouth at the sound
of church-bells in the country. Premonitory
symptoms of such crisis came over the man
have been describing at the first notes of this
popular classic.
Shut up!" he screamed. ''What do you
, mean? Shut up!p This in a tone of indescriba-
BILE malignity, and loud enough to be heard by
all the passengers. The poor boy, completely