The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1877-07-21
For The Cecil Wing
BROADBRIM'S NEW YORK LETTER.

BROADBRIM'S NEW YORK LETTER.
The Height of tie Watering !season-7Ae
/ Watering Places Of tie Oiden Times
! Business in Ionn-! Starudtion in tie City
| quite Times an Change-IHe Dog Lato,
ETC., ETC., etc.
A change is coming over our people,
which in the past ten years has colored the
whole of our social life. You see it to-day
in every city in the Union, and nowhere
more than in the city of New York. OF
late have been studying political economy,
that is to say, domestic branch of it, or in
other Words economy which it would be
polite in me to practice, to wit; the way
to make a dollar and a half go to-day as
far as three dollars went five years ago. 1t
is a tough problem, and l can't say that l
have fully mastered it: but the endeavor to
put it in practice has opened to me a new
revelation of our social life and as in duty
bound | proceed to give our patrons the
benefit of my discovery. Seized with a
desire to put into practice the economy
article, l dived into long forgotten closets
and disremembered trunks in search of
abandoned coats and discarded boots which
had done full and faithful service away in
olden time; the ghost of many dilapated
garments were exhumed the skeletons of
of departed foot-gear again were brought
to light, some looking as though they were
suffering from galloping consumption, and
others laboring under compound fractures
which threatened speedy, if not instant,
dissolution. | seized coat and hurried
out to my friend Thimblewell, the tailor; |
thought if l could only get new pair of
sleeves to it, pair of skirts and piece in
the back, and nice velvet collar, that it
would make me an excellent garment for
the fall. But Thimblewell was out of town,
gone into the country with his family. |
had pair of boots under my arm wrapped
up in copy of New York Independent;
they only wanted slight repairs-that is to
say, | thought they would be excellent for
wet weather next Winter if l could get
new soles and heels on them, and a new
pair of legs; Weatherwax, the boot-maker,
just out of Baxter street, has done my
work for years. l called at once, the shut
tiers were up, and on the seven of diamonds
was the following notice: "gon to Nan
Tucket fur the Secson, wild mi famelee-
won't bee bak til ceptembur." l remem-
bered straw hat which had done me gal
liant service during the Centennial. |
started for the straw cleaners but was met
on his threshold 10y colored friend from
Mississippi, who Informed me that his
doctors had recommended change of air
and that he was now at White Sulpher
Springs. Wanting half pound of chuck |
steak wherewith to make my frugal meal, |
made descent on my butcher, | found |
his oldest apprentice in charge of the |
chopping-block and cleavcrs; the master |
was drinking Saratoga water with his wife, |
and the children We're all in the country. |
Everybody has gone away, that is, every
body who is anybody; the blinds are dusty |
and closed in most of our fashionable streets, |
and the bell-pulls look us if they had been |
struck by lightning. A few years ago no |
one but the very wealthy thought of going
in the country for the Summer; now we
mourn the absence of the butcher, baker, |
and candlestick-- maker, and everybody |
who can possibly get away. We are run
ming wild: will not somebody call a halt9
The love of gewgaws and frippery and
-inery is getting the better of our people,
and if this hing keeps on, in little while
we shall have no republic at all.
\ few murders and rolheries are all that
seem to vary the quiet monoton, and re-
spectablity of our lives; even the Ialice-
court in these piping times of peace seems
to lose portion of its ragged depravity,
and the interior of the Stock Exchange is
less like a lunatic asylum.
Last week little girl was discovered
starving in the streets and was cared for by
benevolent policeman: the child was
cred with vermin and her little body was
welted with scars. After being clothed
and fed by the good matron at the Home
of the Friendless, she told her pitiful story.
She had been thrown out doors at mid
night by a drunken mother, who had after
ward been committed to Jail for disturbing
the peace.
At last we have brought dog catching to
a science, or rather as | might say, we
practice it as fine art; the ragged hood
lem no longer profits by the bounty of the
city, the dog, catcher is now an officer of the
law. Five thousand dogs have persisted
since the new law has been in force, and
last Saturday they gobbled the Mayors
dog from the front of the City Hall, and
his honor was compelled to fork over three
dollars before he could get him out.
Business is flat as a pancake; we are,
however, deeply interested in the war on
the Danube, and civil service reform. The
weather has been close and hot. | would
get away if | could, but your correspond
ent must keen at his post, no matter who
goes fishing. | am,
Truly yours, BRoADERIM.
THAT ERE OFF. HOSS.