The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-05-28

From Our oIOn Correspondent
NEW YORK, May %, 1870.
The Ninth Regiment Reception.

The Ninth Regiment Reception.
The reception of the 9th Regiment, Colonel
Fisk commanding was celebrated last night at
the Academy of Music. In some respects it
was the most successful ball of the season-if
ball out of the season can be said to be so.
Everybody was there. 1t was compression of
many balls into one, and all the elements present
in most of the balls given during the winter and
early spring were found united in the affair of
last night. The man of sin and the woman of
diamonds were there in large numbers. There
was good deal of opera ball. something of
7th Regiment, a pinch of operd-boufe and a
suspicion of Purim. The Academy of
Music where the entertainment was
given, looked very beautiful. 1t was radiant
with supernumerary lights and profusely deco
rated with the badge of the regiment formed of
blazing gas jets. There is nothing particularly
new to be said of the accessories. These are
pretty much the same in all public balls. There
were colored and perfumed fountains, vari-
colored lights, expensive tapestries, shower of
twitterings from Gagged birds, and incessant
music from very big orchestra. Description
would be incomplete were mention of Colonel
Fisk omitted. That jewelled and phlegmatic
notoriety was present, surrounded by satellites
and beaming with triumph. His broad shoul-
ders were never more fairly and squarely
set. AS for his Dress absolutely decline to
describe it. may have occasionally attempted
themes far, far beyond the flight Gf pens may be
said to fy) of this elliott l am writing WITH but
Mr.. Fisks costume shall not be one of them.
Subjects there are which even the audacious
shrink from touching. The privilege of portray
ing the Fiskian ensemble shall be sacred to the
Gotham reporter who interviewed him. Blythe
by, every phase of Jenkinsism was represented,
and suspect that this mornings papers will
teen with q mantua-maker's inventory and the
names of persons with the vowels omitted.
Slowly Dying Out.
Within few short years the washerwomau
will be no more. She has flourished quite long
enough, and now the epoch in which she was
ascendant is drawing to close. Probably no
other class of laborers ever made so much of an
opportunity as she has done of the chance of
eating holes into apparel by an overweening
quar- tity of washng-soda, and then declaring
that the mice must have done it ere the gar
ments left the customers house. The want of
conscience evinced by metropolitan washer
woman is one of the saddest things in
human nature. 1t all melts in the tub
along with the indigo. The way she
scorches fine linen, and sends home
twelve cent pocket handkerchiefs in lieu of hem
stitched ones! The avidty with which she runs
up bills and spreads out q dozen Legitimate
pieces so as to make them twenty The
thoughtfulness with which she leaves patches of
yellow soap on the insides of wristbands aud
rubs the buttons off your flannel shirts and
creates undarnable fssures in your hosiery and
enlarges the circuit of your buttonholes The
pertnacity with which one of her infants of which
she has constantly fresh supply, is always
having the measles at the wrong moment and
causing your clothes to be sent home too
days after they have been needed And now
these trials are coming to an end. They do
these things better in California. John China
man is the watherwoman there He banishes
the women, and, with the exclusivism of male
Scrosis, establishes laundries for his own sex
only. He frowns upon the conventional wash
board, and abjures the patent wringer. He
poetiZes the labor as much as possible, and
takes his soiled linen to the rivers brink. There
amid the gritty music of a rapid stream pad
ding against the shore, he infuses sentiment
into soapsuds, and in the process of rinsing
discovers rhyme and rhythm. We are told
that he washes clothes in gangs, boils
them up in gangs, hangs them out in gangs,
and irons them in gangs. 1t is also hinted that
he moistens muslin with his mouth, and reno
Yates tarlatan with his tongue, and that he is
other hands would run. Well there are enough
Cinnamon in New York city for the reformatory
process to commence here at once. You will
find quite a little colony of them below Vesey
street, selling cigars and candies, and looking
like terminated mummies. l should not be sur
prised if we had Mongolian wash-house soon.
and all our soiled clothing we're confded to
Celestial Tenovaters.
'hIusic la the AIr.o
l should think there was music in the air
There ought to be, with an evening band sup.
piled to every park in the city. Not only in
Central Park, but in Madison, Washington. and
Tompkins Squares, bands are stationed. But as
yet they have not been under the most sensible
supervision. They have commenced playing for
instance, at and ending at Z, the interval be-
tween being the very time when the working
people, for whom these open-a1r concerts were
instituted, are coming home from work and
eating their suppers, aud unable to appreciate
the pleasure. 1t would be far better if the con-
Certs commenced at Z and terminated at g.
So far as the attendance goes, among people
not belonging TO the working classes, they have
been a grand success. The principal listeners,
to be sure, are babies, children, aud loafers
The music has been Offenbaeh. VIII the debt
of gratitude which the people owe TO that com
poser ever be paid fear not, except SO far
as appreciation is payment. Surely his Duchesse
and Bdrbe BLeue must contain some magical elixir
of sound tor the tagged masses lift their de-
iected heads when strains thence greet their