The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-05-12

From Our Ouvn oOrYespondent
New YORK, May 12 1870.
stNot GuiItVO

Ua.. New YORK May IL, 1870
s'Not Guilty"
Ihave postponed saying anything about the
Mcfarland trial simply because this correspon-
dence is supposed to deal with issues that are
not so immediate and profound as those which
usurp the telegraphic wires, and lay before
readers at Philadelphia breakfast tables the sum
and substance of every Important event occur
ring the day previous in New York. The
Mcfarland trial was question of this nature,
and its principal developments have been
known in the Quaker City almost at the identical
moment that they became familiar TO Gotham.
Not pretending to possess those attributes of
Argus and Briareus which enable the ubiquitous
reporter to watch the flush upon the city's face,
and apply his skilled touch to the metropolitan
pulse, / will not attempt to describe what, in
newspaper parlance, is called ''the feeling in
the city" Not enjoying the inestimable advan-
tage of sitting down to more than one breakfast
table upon one and the same morning, am
quite unable to give synopsis of the matutinal
gossip over the termination of most unhappy
trial. If there is anything for which l feel par
ticularly grateful, it is that, although a cores
pondent my duties did not require me to I'LL
daily column with the untruths, calumnies, and
gossip which foated around this tragic
mockery. And il there Is anything par
tlcularly refreshing in the mortal pilgrimage of
q vale like Gotham, it is the possibility of occa-
sionally meeting with man or woman who
knows nothing about the proceedings, has never
read line of the reports, don't know whether
it was Mcfarland, or Richardson, or Recorder
Hackett that was shot, and believes that Horace
Greeley is a saint in short pants and white
coat. 1t is like sucking sweet cold milk through
a straw to have the questions and ignorances of
these delicious ingenus blow over you-and
l.. .lsz oI,ol 4
Thank Heaven we have new table topic,
or at least we have lost this old one.
You drank Mrs. Mcfarland with your coffee in
the morning, and you swallowed ''angel Percy"
with your demi-tdsse at P. NJ. Of course, it is
inevitable that these things should be. People
aoiH falkland what set of buffers they would
be IL they couldn't! All / say is-and l think
there are many who will agree with mellow
blessed is O change now and then! One does
get tired of eating murder with his meat, and
assassination with his mustard, and adultery
spread Oh thick with his daily bread; and we
have had these delicaces now every day for the
last three months, quite sufficient to make us
truly thankful and little over. The subject,
profoundly painful as it is, is one which human
Judgment cannot do justice to- and l am con-
vinced that the only course for candid men and
women to adopt is to carry the charities of
criticism to their utmost verge.
Mrs. JarIey's wax-works.
This new entertainment has been taken to the
arms of New York fashion, and received a sim
cere and tender hug. No wonder. 1t won its
first successes amid the blaze and glare of
Washington aristocracy, was warmed into
strength there under shelter of the very wings
of the White House, and having received the
benediction of the elite of one city, is on sort
of fashionable starring tour throughout the
Union. The exhibition, as many readers are
aware, consists of the representation, by living
personages (the more stylish and fashionable the
better) of the historical heroes and heroines who
figured in the wax-works collection of that
immortal show-woman, farley by name,
who figures in "The Old Curiosity
Shop" This idea, which originated in
the brain of a Washington belle, was a
most bright one, and the fair inventrix was
worthy to be the wife of Bean Brummells SELF
Your pink of fashion being got together, one of
them personates "MrsJarley' curtseying in Gus
toners, and among the others the various his
torical and biographical roles are apportioned.
The dresses are presumed to be strictly in ac-
cordance with the times represented, and as
sMrs farley" waves her wand in the direction
of any individual, that individual mechanically
initiates the action in which he was supposed to
be engaged at the moment desired to be illus
trated by the artist in wax. OF course, there
is much more humor in this than in many of the
tableaur uiudnts, because all the wax-work
eramatis persong rendered almost equally
ridiculous.
At their Old Tricks
The men caught it very fearfully last night
Mrs Stanton, Miss Anthony, and some others OF
the strong-minded weaker sex met together and
denounced man-and quoted scripture to prove
their doctrine, just as every one else does Miss
Cozzens was extremely desolating in her sar-
casm. There were men in the house who
Enthusiastically grew red in the face to pre-
vent their laughing out-when she said she had
found mans sphere, and quoted the passage
s'I will wipe Jerusalem toipeth q
dish aoiping ii and turning ii upside dooon," to
prove it. l think one of the most edifying spec
tacles in the world is to see an elegansly-rgget
young woman of the period, perfect in STYLE
from boots to chignon, and with as much know
ledge of life as guileless female hobbadeho,
can be supposed to have, stand up in public anC
assign man his sphere. The cheek of the thinl
is delicious. So is the young woman.
ALI BABA.