Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1871-12-30
Gbs amIp spp aameste Saturday Monng SeeH. -. 1871.

Ii is curious to stand at my door and look up
and down the long, broad street. On my side
the street lamps burn brightly, and every house
is lighted up as fits the lcstal season. On the
other side all is dark; no street lamp is aglow,
and from the windows oil the stately brown
fronts opposite there is only here and there
faint elaam evidently owing TO extemporized
candles or kerosene The gay parties and ente:
tanments which my opposite nei2hbors have
been wont TO give, have all had to be postponed.
imagine that New Year will have come and
gone before the upper half of our city will be
able TO turn night into day. Unless the people
choose 10 pass the evening in semi darkness,
they will have TO retire at sunset. early to
bed and early 10 rise" we are told is the way to
be "healthy and wealthy and wise" If this be
so there ought to be deal of health, wealth and
wisdom laid up in our uptown district. Our
ring magnates live mostly there. Tweed and
Han have their homes there. Macgregor of the
building department lives there. Poor Dick
Connolly's home is there; bnt MS he rests in
durauce vile in the Ludlow street Jail,
far down town, il does not matter
much to him. Sweeny, according 10
tue ulTGtlbIN, HIS us uOlnt III Dtlu SiICNl,
and on the lighted side; but in the five years,
during which have lived on almost the same
block, have never CHANGED to see him in that
street. Quite likely he has some other home
not known 10 the makers Of the directory. Any
way, as the state of his health is said TO render
the atmosphere of the city at the present time
altogether unwholesome-so unwhoesome in
deed that he can only recuperate at St. Cathe-
rine's, "the Saratoga of Canada suppose he
docs not much care about the gas question in
New York.
Any way the world moves; and its movement
turns up strange things There is Dick Con-
molly fast in Jail, with no prospect of getting out
at present. Poor Oakley Hall, our shadow OF Il
mayor, is hardly 10 be found by the most enter
prising interviewer. And now they tell us that
Tweed himself has disappeared, and that the
sheriff is anxionsly on the lookout for him,
having sundry documents for his special consid
Grafton. Ouly suppose that the sheriff should
find him, and that the result of the interview
should be that Tweed the great Tweed, who
gave us governor, and who expected to give
us a president, should find himself within the
four walls OF a prison.
Strange as it may seem, this is not stranger
than other things which have happened within
a few weeks. For example, look at Columbia,
the capital Of South Carolina, a town which
until lately thought itself next after London the
greatest city in the civilized world; for did not
Wade Hampton make it his home? Only a few
days ago a notable trial came off in Columbia.
A white man was arraigned for nothing less
than having helped to fog IA negro who had
the audacity to vote for the republican ticket in
South Carolina. OF the twelve jurors, good
men and true" who were to try the case ma
iority were ''niggers" For counsel for the de-
PENDANT who should there be but Reverdy John
son of Maryland, the very type and embodi-
ment Of the south in its most palmy state. Rev
erdy johnson, whose blood is of the bluest of
blue, who had dined with the queen, and wined
with the prince of Wales. Next to Tweed in
jail, the strangest sight of our day is to see
Reverdy johnson pleading before black jury
i'll South Carolina in behalf Of white man
charged with hogging "ngger," Truly the
world does move. A.H.G