The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1872-11-28


not without having first tried to have every
other available man into his vacant chair. Ii
is astonishing how rapidly great city will
settle itselfatter an upheaving Of its foundations
and get INTO running gear when its machinery
seemed utterly out of order. Bilious accounts
OF the fire are gradually bleaching under the
| steady determination to get along some how
| That most inherent of DESIRES to Put off the evil
hour and be happy whatever comes, has done
more toward clearing up the wrecks outw ard
| ~, than the herculean labors of the city work.
men. To be sure the streets are dsgustingly
dirty, owing to the press of work elsewhere,
and immensely uncomfortable from the sutfo-
eating crowds that line our sidewalks, but the
general aspect is more cheerful and encourag-
ing. In spite of the fire and a tight money
market, the shops are sWarmlng with purchaS-
ers, and rs yet only dealers in very expensive
goods seem to suffer from Il want Of patronage.
The constant strain on the sympathet c
nerves for the past week or two has fairly Worn
| people out and | for one could not help APP
proving maternal rebuke ! overheard i'll
Winter street, Saturday. A very small boy
was urging his female parent to take him down
TO the ruins, and candor compels me to add he
was exceedingly obStreperous in his endeavors
to Get hearing. At last, Just as was going
to step over him in my haste to proceed, the
irate mother gave her offspring an awful twitch,
and voice to q threat already on my tongue,
''If you say fire to me again, I'll spank you
There. Pm sick of it!' A blessed swirl OF the
crowd carried this smart mother and child out
Of my sight and | can only trust he never
| preached that ln1amma0ly subject again. The
relic business has superseded chesnuts and
boot acings or other small wares once peddlel
in the streets, and the quantity of melted crock
cry and scraggy iron that has been thrust down
the public throat must give in time Il huge dis
| taste for souvenirs.
You have seen by the daily papers the inn
| pCrtant revision Of streets, and how much
! The Street Commissioners have used the great
est despatch in pertecling this plan, working al
most night and day to arrive n the best advan-
| ta@e for the city's good and individual prOSperi-
| tv. n. I. Bra,llee, the architect has already
over fifty contracts for stores, and Cummings
and Sears, who built the superb Sears building
that is a model of substance and beauty, are to
rebuild many elegant blocks, besides the store
| formerly occupied by Macuar, Williams Il
Parker. When one knows authenticity of one
master builder alone, having two hundred first
class contracts to fill in the burnt district, there
seems very encouraging prospect for Boston's
future recovery. Yet not a brick can be touch
| ell under two months Meanwhile the losers
are not patient walters, and nervous men can
have their choice between brain fevers or a pair
of overallS and 4 section of debris to be cleared
up
Our professional beggar is about again or to
speak more reycrcntially, Fair Harvard is
knocking at rich mems doors asking for aims,
ana sentimentaizing in mourniul strains over
lis loss by the fire. 1t appears we have been
laborn@ under great mistake, and our Alma
Mater is ANYTHING but the rich fountain of pure
knowledge we fancied her. Nobody of sub
stance has died within the memory of man with
out leaving nice legacy 10 that famous college :;
stlll, it is ever pruning its feathers and stretch
ing open its bcal like half starved robin ask
ing for more. Just now, when Boston is stag
gering under 4 financial blow, the mouth flies
open still wider. with the supplemented threat
if money isn't forth coming at once, the pro-
fessors and tutors salaries must be cut down.
As half if not more of these gentlemen are
blessed with private fortunes, wouldn't it be as
well to dock them in consideration of their
poorer brethren, and not call on the few rich
men OF Boston to Withhold their gifts from the
suffering men in their own city, that they may
give to Harvard? Evidently opinions differ, or
IN ostentaious sentiment has take possession
of our mllionaires, for in less than week after
her appeal S7T.325 has been raised, and no one
knows how much more can be squeezed out
before the personal interest is exhausted. What
Il pretty sum that would be to hand over to the
Relief Fund, or the Chardon street Bureau :?
The legislature got petitoned on Saturday for
the s'burnt-out- of-work women" The petition
goes on to say that sit rests with that honorable
body to give by legs aton, loans or appropria-
tons. such direct substantial aid to the poorest
| working women who have suffered by this fire,
that while they are helped through this crisis
they may be so helped that in any future
emergency of this kind they as well as their
present or rather past employers shall have q
and be capable of self help without resort TO
charity" etc.
! There is no end to the fires, and timid people
| find life a burden. Hadn't we done anything
worse, this misfortune to Rand & Avery's
| printing house would have been considered a
great card by the fire department. We take
things easier now and each fresh disaster sinks
c;.-l,f fl,n al.
turbance beyond the startled inquiry of 'whose
| turn neXtT' A gentleman living in the vicinity
| of the Coliseum tells US when the fire bells ring
now there is general banging OF doors through
his block and the inmates rush into the street
| to see if that musical finder box is in flames.
Fortunately for the peace of mind of that neigh
| borhood the sorry structure was sold on Satur-
| day ut auction, and will be removed at once.
| 1t was not a lively sale, the goods being rather
| heavy and elephantine, but after time the
home of the 'Word's Peace Jubilee was
| knocked down for $1O,5OO to Mr.. Theophilus
Cushing Of Winterport, Me.
The fight over the Old South wakes. 1t is a
great pity the fire didn't destroy it rather than
it should meet the fate of the Old Hancock
House, and so many of those famous colonial
buildings now swept away by cheap pretence
and that iconoclastic disregard of the past.
Nothing is sacred but money. I dare say l
shall live to see blocks of stores on the Common
and oyster saloons and billiard halls where the
State House now stands, and somebody's great
grand children will, am perfectly certain, buy
their daily allowance of molasses candy in the
Athenaeum.
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