Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1872-03-21
Our New York Correspondence.
NEW YORK, March


New YORK, March Is, 1872. =,
If Lavater, the physiognomist, could
be brought to life and walk down Broad
way. the old mans heart would be glad
dened at the verifcation of his peculiar
knowledge of human nature that would
be found written on the faces Of the pass
ing crowd.
I.suppose there is no place in the:world
where man sees'such distinctive shades
of nationalities and expressions as in d
stroll on affair afternoon down Broadway.
Intellect IN rags and rascality in broad
cloth; C ,untenances creased with crime
and care ;eyes alight with the excitement
of traffic in bodies and souls; lips with
their last lie upon them, almost culver
Eing sanasin sights and Iahuman forms
divine" that have become the temples Of
the worst passions and vbes Of nlaiikind
There is beauty enough to make bache-
lor break his vows, but, robed in the
fashion of the day, you cannottell whether
it belongs to the great harem represented
by thirty thousand houses of prostitution,
or to yirtuous home. There is age,
venerable, aristocratic and adorned with
its silver locks, but, for all you know, 1t
is fresh from The 'battle2felds Of Wall
street, where it has been instrumental in
sending skeleton into score of house
holds. Then, there are the poor-God
help them! The poor sewing-girls i'll
their threadbare garments; the poor old
women who sit in the cold blasts on the
street corners and sell newspapers; the
poor Chinese patiently waiting for some
body to purchase their cheap cigars; the
poor blind people who grind out the sad
dirge of their life on:a hurdy gurdy, and
are grateful for a trifle; the poor boys
and girls who brush the mud from the
street crossings that you may pass over
H. ,,l,oa and ask With their p1caoinS
eyes and pinched faces for Only pen
ny, please, sir the omnibus drivers
those Cossaclzs Of city civilization, whose
hand is literally raised against every
man, as they invite him to como in out
OF the cold, and who sit from morning
till night on their frigid pedestals like
so many animated icebergs, never 50
lively as when the atmosrhcre is ten de-
grees below zero. Where do they all
find an abiding place? That's the ques
ton. Cheap lodgings and the station
houses, where humanity is packed to-
gether in filthy mass that taints the AIR
with Corruption, tell one part of the
story ), Potter's field and the Peniten-
tiary tell the rest.
Yet outside of these graver shadows,
the picture is still made interesting by
the people you meet. The social and
political 7" ionsp are always visible, and
with true democratic independence you
may elbow your way among celebrities
who range from prize-ighter to Presi-
dent. Take my arm for saunter down
Broadway and let me point out a few.
That finely dressed man in front OF the
Sterling House. with the form of an
Apollo, and figure that looms up head
above tho majority of the passing people,
is Heenan, the "Benicia Boy" His
broken nose, the relic of a twenty-four
foot ring, but slightly disfgurcs modest
countenance, and the unassuming and
peaceful bearingof the man is i'll keeping
with the general character which he has
maintained since he abandoned the mus
cular profession. He has thousands OF
friends, especiall; among the local poll
ticians.
Perhaps NC shallm.et John Morrissey'
1 albeit whr;. III town lie holds forth at inc
Hoffman House. Take six feet of human
stature, paid it solidly with two hundred
and ten or twenty pounds avoirdupois,
rive it pair of broad shoulders and hips,
a steady undermining, and gait every
motion of which is indicative OF power
crown the whole with a massive head,
Black hair, keen, dark eyes, an immobiie
face and mouth, though slightly shaded
by,a aioustsche and beard, and nlarred
by another broken nose, and you have
as good pentograph IS can make OF
the famous fighter, M. c. and million
aire.
Speaking of fighting, here comes, a
man in whom you will be Interested
Buffalo Bill, q real :bordetsheroS who for
the first time has travelled east OF the
Mississippi River. William Cody is his
true name, hut in his wild life among
the frontiersmen, scouting among In
dians and scalping Apaches, he has won
Il souJriquet that has already been made
famous in romance gandthe drama Ned
Buntline has scie8erly Ndone',shim in'a
iive-act play full of thrilling border
scenes that has set the BowcrJ- boys wild
with delight, You will notice that, ap-
parently, there is not a spare ounce OF
flesh on his superb frame; that it is knit
together as with hooks of steel, anu IS
1.-THE and elastic. He moves along with
an easy, swinging stride; his feet and
hands are small, but he seems uncom-
Portable out of the moccasins and leather
leggins. He has a young face, but what
world. of character is written on 1t.
Although the long brown hair sweeping
down on, the shoulders Of the heavy
blanket overcoat may SAVIOR OF bit OF
romance in his composition, single look
into pair of gray eyes that you cannot
help associating with O. rifle barrel, dis
pels the notion that there is any nonsense
about the man-anything hut the tense,
sharp, highstrung courage of one who
carries his life in his hand, and brains
enough, in the language of Hawkeye, to
sarcumyent the pesky redskins" He
| returns t to his post in q few days. ;. r.
] Yendcr goes another: " characterEa
4 strange compound who FOR ten wears has
! walked R5dadR ppafentlyN she%cfld
unkn6wing and by the world unknown u