The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-08-09
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FROM Our 0lsn Correspondent
The Nathan Murder.

Nothing OF any importance has been elected
from the inquest that was held to-day. 1t is the
opinion of some of the most experienced re-
porters that nothing definite ever will be known
with regard to the question, Who killed Mr..
Nathan 2 and although more than one reporter
has made a fool of himself in the endeavor to
construct a fawless theory, yet one occasionally
meets with a newspaper-man whose life has
been spent among the courts and whose judy
ment is worth at least some consideration.
There is a good and a bad class of
photographers, as well as a good
and a bad class of police-detectives,
and some of the most intelligent members of
the better class in each of these professions seem
10 believe that the mystery of Mr.. Nathan's
death will never be cleared up. They unite in
believing that the murder was the work Of two
sneak thieves, and experience has proved that
people of that grade do not, as a rule, ''peach"
on one another. Perhaps the only hope on
which the discovery of the murderers
can be reasonably based is the chance of
o quarrel happening between them in
some low groggery. In the heat of the quarrel
some dark menace might be dropped which a
least-suspected bystander would be sure to re-
member and make use of. The feeling against
Washington Nathan is gradually ebbing away
from the public mind. There is hardly q New
York newspaper that would not rejoice to see
that wicked journal, the Sunday Mercury, made
to totter under an overwhelming libel suit
brought against it by that outraged and innocent
young man.
Man-MiIllners.
A man-milliner has established himself in
Ninth street, not very far from Broadway. He
is said to have been a pupil of Worth's, the cele-
brated Paris milliner. Perhaps that is merely a
rumor. At any rate it is not necessary to my
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merely mention it because it seems expedient
to say a few words in favor of a class of men
an extremely small class-who are liable to
great abuse from every one except the fash
ionable women whom their handiwork pleases.
If a man have a singular aptitude for a particu-
lar form of labor which has hitherto been trans
acted by women only, but which is not univer-
sal, why should he not devote himself to that
particular department? What is it but preju-
dice that forbids Why should woman
crowd man out of the law
Office, the pulpit, the reporters room, and
the physicians consultation den, unless man is
to enjoy compensation for being so remorsely
put about? Do two rights ever make a wrong?
Never, emphatically never-unless woman's
rights are one of them! / believe that with the
enlargement of the sphere in which feminine
influence is felt, mans sphere will also enlarge.
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the more there will be that will become dress
makers. Worth, the champion man-milliner,
will not long continue to be unique in the world.
The man-milIiners of New York are as yet few
in number, but they are kept very busy, and
they are said to make dresses which will favor
ably compare to any made by womans hands.
A New Fashion In Hands.
Have you ever seen a pet dog sitting on his
hind legs? Do you remember the pensile nature
of the paws? Can you recall the idiotic help
l~essness expressed in the line in which they
droop? If you do, you have before you a per-
feet representation of the new fashion Growing
into great favor with ladies' of holding the
hands. By so bending the arms that the elbows
make very acute angles, and by then allowing
the entire hands, from the wrists downwards,
to hang loose like hare-bells, an air of graceful
imbecility is impaired to the general appearance.
When you see a woman holding her hands thus,
she looks like a superior sort of penguin, and
you may be certain that her style is reproach-
less.
Real's Apotheosis.
The circumstances under which John Real
was buried yesterday are so remarkable as to
claim more attention than is bestowed upon
most affairs of the kind. Had he been a hero,
p~erishing in a noble cause, greater homage
could scarcely have been paid him. The house
where the body lay was visited by thousands of
people, and the face of the corpse was kissed by
some of the visitors. A captain of police had
to call out his reserves in order to keep Third
avenue clear for the passage of cars. The coffin
was wrapped in the American flag, and was
almost invisible beneath the screen of lowers.
The 10th Regiment turned out to do his memory
honor, and formed a part in the funeraliproces
sion. When the hearse commenced to move
from the house every point within view into
which a human head could be stuck was filled
with one. Had the best and greatest man in
the city of New York died, the crowd of specta-
tors would not have been so vast. l do not
want to run the risk of saying any
thing undeservedly bitter of a man who is
dead, even though he came by his death
in such a form. l feel the short-slghtedness of
human judgments, and l believe that Real had
provocations that few men would have endured
without nursing a sentiment of revenge. But
nevertheless 1 cannot help feeling and saying
that the funeral spectacle of yesterday fur
nishes a very sad, strange text, from which one
might preach upon the general moral tone among
the lower orders of New York society. That
vast assemblage was the rabbles tribute to law
lessness and riot. 1t was not respect for Real
or sympathy with his family that drew those
thousands together; it was merely an ignorant
feeling of spite against the public officer who
had been morally brave enough TO allow the law
to take its course. There is no use in my re-
lating the shocking circumstances that accom-
panied the lowering of the coffin into the grave.
With them the telegraphic wires will have
already acquainted you. The general moral
afact of snch n demonstration is more than sniff