New Orleans Republican., 1873-07-20

be suddenly ushered into q jos:ling world
of human beings; 70 ride in street ior
miles in such thick crowd OF omnlbusses
that you zee rot how yours is going to
wedge through: to walk in rhrong that
few steps parting from your comrade hides
him entirely from view. and the throng
never any thinner; to pass rows of palaces
miles in length, as if splendor in New York
was as plentiful as majestic trees IN aprlml-
tive forest, and it seems as if it can not be
real, but is the panorama OF gorgeous
vision.
Twenty-four hours in New York, and
had tet its hardness, Its meanness, Its
wickedness; It's generosity, its nobleness,
it's greatness, and Its elements OF decay.
Right in one Of its thoroughfares stands
plain mon ument, palmer than that Of any
police statiop-'1he Fulton Street Prayer
Meeting" There, each DAY, gather the sol
diers Of the Lords battles, and there they
furnish their weapons, encourage each
others hearts. bring their recruits and their
captives. Thence they sally forth, conquer
ing and to conquer, in the name OF HIM
who has promised that one shall put
Thousand and two of them ten thousand to
tligh: of the armies Of the aliens. These
sucn as frequent them are the pillars on
which stands New York. Imagine New York
with but one such man, and you have
SoGOm-and how long could it stand! In
the car feel a hand searching vainly for
my pocket. Ia paying my railroad fare,
though under the eyes of the police, l am
almost robbed by the carelesSness of the
ticket-selier. But am knowing enough to
prompt his attention and save my money.
lyofS
for New York with money. But line them
as you may il will be wise one who, by
fair means or toul, does not leave it penni-
less Here is A. T. Stewards marble pal
ace. said to be rival of kingly magnlf-
cence. There, near by, Is his still more
elegant palace of marble, for home Of
poor women. A. T. Stewart rose from pOv-
erty, and doubtless has not forgotten a
poor, struggling woman who once sang his
lullaDies, and had the heart-ache over her
poverty and the poverty Of her poor boy.
He has not forgotten, and this memory
prompts this kingly tribute to the most
helpless of the poor, poor women.
On the other side, New York rolls in cor
ruptiOn, greed and folly. Day by day the
strife goes on between the followers Of good
and those who battle the cause Of evil. and
one may easily imagine the prince Of dark
ness with his hosts hanging over that city
in battle array, lowering over his legions;
while over against him stands the angel
Michael with mis- angelic warriors, his fam
ing sword turning every way to guard the
little band who fight under him the battles
of the Lord, and as they triumph, New York
York f1Ourishes; as they succumb, the wrong
raises its serpent rings" and launches it's
venom and strength upon the foe. And so
the battle shail rage, until HE whose right
it is to reign" shall take unto himself His
great power and reign, and all fees be put
under his feet.
Twenty -four hours in New York and
call on DR.. Nathan Bozeman, formerly Of
New Orleans, and SO world celebrated for
his surgical practice on females. "If he
goes to New York. he will get rich," said
DR.. Jones, of New Orleans. "Ah,' said the
doctor, II have lost ambition; only desire
to be comfortable. "And perhaps, doctor,
your ideas of comfort and mine of riches
are on level. l found him living elegant
ly, with country and town residence, and
both prosperous and famous. His young
son Nathan, just off for student life in
Europe. Our old friends, John and Charles
Dimitry, are there, in newspaper life, and
many another that formerly thought moth
ing could ever part them from the roses Of |
balmy New Orleans and its climate, the
most luxurious of any in the world. But
times change, and we hover around in
Northern SHOWS, watching the political pool |
Of Louisiana, and wondering if its day Of |
will ever come again, and we. !
like migrating birds, 60 trooping home. |
Our hearts are with you in all the strife and |
trouble, and we pray for success to the |
right, leaving it to God to say which or \
what the right is. Meantime, lack of bust |
ness there, and business elsewhere, makes |
, fitting.
Twenty four hours in New York, and in a |
burning sun we retraced our way up the !
Hudson. The mountains, now, lie in haze |
If blue burning in the summer sun, which !
lraws up SO much moisture as gives that |
'oftness which painters love and call the |
atmosphere of their pictures. West |
Point, like an eagle its eyrie, overhangs
he Hudson from height seemingly mac
,essible to any but bold mountain climber;
while in niche below stands Cozzen's |
Hotel. When there these seeming difficult
les diminish, but from our view seem in
We revel all the morning
n mountain scenery and then glide Oft to |
he rich valley of the Mohawk, which seems
o run over with fatness and fulness of |
,read. / find that the Mohawk Is, as l
the Hudson. Hills more distant
md fertility more near, and for comfort
md the fat of the land l should say give
ne the valley of the Mohawk, let who will
ancy the isolation from market and physi-
ian which seems to surround a eyrie home
n the wildwoods of cleft among the hills
# the Hudson. Yours,
A. c. Mel.