, 1880-01-31
BR OADBRIM'S NEW YORK LETTER
No. 30.
Correspondent of "ST. THOME TIDENDE."(
No. 80.

Correspondent of "sT. THoME TDENDE."(
The sweet song of Christmas chimes
rang out on the midnight air of Wednes-
day, despite the pitiless, pelting storm,
proclaiming the most joyous holiday of the
year, and I could not help thinking that
the world still moves, when saw jew and
Gentle stockings hanging almost side by
side, while the little sleepers, unmindful OF
creeds or councils, lay peacefully awaiting
the expected arrival of the most blessed
saint in all the calendar. Yes, "the world
still moves" | said to myself, as [ listened
to DR.. Gottheil, one of the most learned of
the Jewish rabbits in the world, as he adj
vised his congregation to make the hearts
of their little ones glad on the grandest of
Christian holidays, nor to fear that the or
thodox landmarks of their faith might pos
sibly be shaken, because their children
were made happier on a christian festival.
The streets have been thrOnged all the week
and from the number of camers hair shawls
and seal-Skin sacks that a fellow meets all
along the route, it is very evident that, up
to the present date, We have not yet touch
ed the zero of hard times. Where do they
all come from, and who foOts the bills l
give it up. If anybody in your %neighbor-
hood should happen to guess it, send me
the answer, and I'll give the public the
benefit of it in the next of the Broadbrlm'S
Letters. Never was there a greater album
dance; the markets nave been loaded with
everything that flies in the air, or swims i'll
the sea, or moves or grows on the ground.
AT all times, the world pays tribute to this
grand and imperial city, but Ill this holiday
season, with snow and ice reminding us
that summer is yet far of, We revel in tho
choicest fruits of the tropics, and the rarest
vegetables OF the milder and more temper
ate zones golden pine-apples from the
Indies: bananas from the lSthmuS luS-
cious white grapes from Malaga and Madel-
ra fresh figs from Smyrna; dates from
Damascus, and the grand oasis that stretch
es away from the banks of the upper Nile;
and monster pears from the golden orchards
of California, with tribute from all the earth
besides. Everybody seems to have a little
money, and he must be poor indeed whose
Christmas-table, this year, has not been
garnished with a turkey. 1t is lucky for
the poor and the ~friendless, in this holiday
season, that there are some blessed sous
in the world who have N to think OF
something else and somebody else besides
themselves, and it is indeed a benedlctl0n
to know that even the criminals, deep
SCARED with crime and sin, whose massive
Walls anu IrOu UdIS SCpdIUCo UhOA
the rest of society, are not forgotten while
the hosannahs, and hallelujahs are ascend
ing from the temples of the saints, and that
the bountiful overflow from the general
abundance, which finds its way, on this
Christmas day, into the homes of the miser-
able and the poor, may well call down a
blessing on the name of Him whose faint
cry awakened the echoes in the stables of
Bethlehem almost nineteen hundred years
ago.
Just as the Christmas bells were ringing,
the spirit of a good man left us-Alexan-
der Stuart is dead! This simple announce
ment carries more dismay and grief to
hundreds of wretched homes in this great
city today, than if the town had been
stricken with plague, or Grant had been
struck down N the midst of his triumphal
march from sea to sea. - (
He was only a sugar-refner-and yet,
when the roll shall be called from the
Lambs Book of Life, in all that shining
throng will be found no brighter name
than that of this transformations christian
gentleman. He lived and died in the house
where he was born almost three quarters
of a century ago, and from which the I'M
ceasing roar of busy marketlife, nor the
allurements of fashion could ever drive
him. When the demands ofbusiness drove