The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1872-05-08
New York Correspondence.
STREET SCENES IN THE METROPOLIS
THE EG G AIRS AND THEIR
FRIENDS-A LUCKY CARPET-DAGGER
THE PLUCK THAT WlNS-.CU-
RIOUs TERMINATION OF A BREACH
OF PROMISE CASE, &c.
New York, April &c, 1872.

Whether men and women be-
como hardened by familiarity with
scenes of misfortune, or hcartless
by attraction with tho world, is IN
unsolved problem but one may
every day, sec in New York such
exhibitions of utter soullcssness
and scltishness as make him A.
most lose faith in the human
nature. Only yesterday / was
crossing to Brooklyn in " ferry
boat. A man entered the cabin,
his fuco Scared all over with the
marks OF some terrible calamity,
and nothing remaining Of his eyes
save two whilo balls from which
sight had departed for ever. Hc
was gray-haircd withal, and fecbly
leaned on tho arm Of his old wife,
as he tottercd along asking for q
dole of mercy at tho hands Of the
crowd. a little boy, too, dirty
and ragged, clung to the mothers
dress, and tho trio moved sadly
together, a picture Of want in it's
most terrible guisc. "a penny,
please sir, for papa-he's blind"-
said tho childish voice. "Get out
you pest"-cxc|aimcd the person
appealed to-"you bcggars ought
to be in tho workhouso." Hc was
man whom Judged from his age
and dress to be Il millionaire and
an influential mcmbor Of some
fashionable church. Tho face Of
the mother flushed, and she bit
her lips TO keep back the tears.
AS he turned away howcvor, Il
poor sewing woman dropped into
tho outstrotchcd hand somo Of
her own hard earned wages,
and it was pleasant to hear tho
grateful "God bless you for your
kindness to tho old blind man."
that came from tho heart of tho
helpless creature. They passed
on. and I watched with some Gu
riosity, their progress. In
crowd Of two hundred people,
perhaps a dozen responded to the
mute appcal-~not moro, and sim
gulurly enough nearly overy giver
of charity on that occasion was a
working man Or woman.
Tho incident carries it's own
lesson, and to my own mind at
least, illustrated what may bo OBJ.
served in every large community,
to wit, that tho charity Of the
poorer classes, and thoir sympathy
for each other, outwcighs all tho
boastcd Christianity ofthe millions
who wear their religion as an
outside label, and when polished
up for Sunday uso, expect it will
prove free ticket into the dress
circle Of Paradise.
Ono however finds unfortunates
in Now York at cvcry turn--crip-
pied mon, old women, littlo chill
dren, all begging for broad. At
night they pack tho Station and
lodging-housos like sardinos-in
layers, and by day thoy ply their
vocation. God hclp thom, for
where thero is one impostor there
are a dozon who deserve real char
ity, and rarely got it. Recently I
found a waif asloop after midnight
on the curb stone around the mo.
numont Of Washington in Union
Square, 1t was bittor cold, and |
woke tho little fellow up. "Why
don't you go homo ?" "Hain't
got mono, sir" "Whero's your
father and mothor ?" "Hain't got
mono neither, slr" "Why don't
you 60 to tho Station House thon 2"
"Whats tho uso of a cove like mo
goin' to the porlico offico when l
can sleep in n doorway" That
conundrum borg one too much
for me, [ started tho littlo "cove"