The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1878-01-02
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Foe THE HERALD.
l5ROADBR3Rs'S NEW YORK
LETTER.
The New York Observation-Disclosures Market
and Romance Of the 0lder Time-Ful-
ton Market and Sid Dorlon, the Fa-
nous Observation-Disclosures
Feilures--WrestliDg
Bears, &C., &c.
No. 49,.

Among the few old landmarks that
| still remain to remind us Of the good
old times, Fulton and Washington
markets occupy very tender spot in
the heart Of every old New Yorker
Everything else is changed. In my
memory, the population Of the city has
. increased from three hundred thou
sand to a million. Union Square,
which is now away below the center
of the city, was then suburban out
skirt, to which people retired when
they wanted to get mouthful Of
country air. Amateur sportsmen
wandered with dog and gun over the
ground now occupied by magnificent
| houses on the Filth Avenue, and there
vas pretty good fishing on the site of
the Grand Central Depot. For many
years new and magnificent temple
has occupied the site Of old Trinity ;
splendid buildings with iron, marble,
and brown-stone fronts have gradually
displaced the tenements of forty years
ago. The Park is built all over, Sc
that We scarcely know it. The site
of the old Presbyterian church,
erected in 1867, between Beekman
and Spruce Streets, where once rested
the ashes Of the patriot, Jacob Leisler,
is now covered by the Offices of the
Times and the World. The old
building where the white coated phil
osopher Of the Tribune penned those
trenchant articles which made that
paper a power in the land, had dis
appeared, carrying with it the Pewter
Mug and all its murderous crew of
Paddy the Slasher, and One-eyed
Kelley, and Dickey Finch, Toad
Hutchings, Mickey Mann, Red Jack
! Walsh, and hosts of others who died
with their boots on; some shot, some
killed in drunken braBls, some dying
in States prison, and many of them
perishing on the gallows.
Great men were the butchers of
! Washington and Fulton markets in
those days. A man desiring to make
an impression in good society, gen
orally traced his ancestors to some
post. diluvisn butcher. The vernacu-
lar Of tie slaughter-house gave tone to
our fashionable gatherings, and the
favor of the market-stall and the
meat-block compensated for Jockey
Club and Odour Chinoise, which are
now the delight of our modern bellies.
Great. was the guild of butchers. They
ruled our politics with an iron despo-
tism, unknown even under Fernando
Wood or old Bill Tweed. But though
the markets remain as of yore, the
power has passed from the Sykeses
and the Moses, never, I trust, to re-
turn.
do not believe that there is city
of equal population on the face of the
globe that has as disgraceful markets
| as the City Of New York nor do l
believe that there are any markets in
the world which have more magnif-
cent supply. Amid rickety old roofs
and tumble-down walls can be found
the choicest of everything that s7ims
in the sea, that flies in the air, or
creeps or walks on the ground. The
fruits of the tropics are here in as
great abundance as you can find them
under the Equator, and it is no un-
common thing to see oranges and lem
ons cheaper than you can purchase
Indifferent apples which are grown at
our own door. All sorts of fish from
whale to a smelt are daily to be
found upon the stands, and vegetables
are served up as green in December
and January as you can get them
elsewhere in June or July. Figs,
bananas, pine apples and grapes are to
be had through the entire year, and
at moderate cost. Such being the
fact. it is marvellous that New York
has never sought to initiate heI sister
cities of the world, and give ner peo-
ple decent market. eve can't
spare the time," said Mike ellis to
me, as he leaned back against his stall
and surveyed with pardonable pride
the fat quarters that hung on the
hooks above his head. "You see, sir,
I've been here-right here in this
weary IDENTICAL spot for more'n forty
year; it was thirty-six when | fust
Gun, into the market; Jim Keyser
kept that stand right over on the cor
ner; you recollecks how Nose in the
sGlance at New York sed he KILLED
fur Keyser,' we'll, that vas the very
identical Keyser; he was butcher.
he was; I've seen him knock a bull
down at single lick, an he had the
hide of Of him an all ready fur cut
tin il seven minutes by the watch.
Yes sir, I've seen him do it with my
own eyes. Right over there is where
| Black Dan Harris killed Jim Macklip
in forty-tBo. Dan got away to Texas,
and when gold was discovered in Cali
fornia some years arter, he drifted out
there an he made big strike some
where near place called Dovns7!iles, e,
ana he got rich but Jio Aackfln 5
sou George, as aice . bQy ao ever
lived, he never gave up the hunt LOOK
in for Black Dan. guess it was IN