The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1880-01-30
THE DAILY STAR
NEW YORK.


0sesal Gossip Of the MetrepsAis-The
Winter - Works OF Love Artksts
and Art Matters. Etc., Etc.
opecisl Correspondence Of the Star.
New YORK, Jan. 9th, 1880.
This has been an unusual winter for
New York, 1t would not be hard to
fancy that the Gulf stream had changed
is course, 50 soft and open has been the
season. Days like spring. Heavy wraps
laid aside. Swelling buds on the shrub
berry, and the grass in the parks green
and fresh. The little birds futtering in
end out from under caves and through
leahess tees flying about with
nips Of straw and paper, as if busy al
ready with their spring work. Twitter-
ing and hopping through the crowded
thoroughfares utterly fearless of passers
BY. This city is filled with these happy
little people who never obstruct the way,
snd seldom meet with accidents on their
elevated roads
The air is so clear and bracing, with
Tie blaest and brightest Of skies, that it
b q delight to live and breathe here in
this island city. Even if it is not quite
"Rinsed about by sapphire seas."
n n by salt water, and these salt sea
breezes, coming in on every tide, keep
the atmosphere constantly pure and in
yigorating. The holiday rush of busi-
ness is subsiding-some of the merchants
are taking breath. Biockades on Broad
way are not absolutely a necessity, nev-
ertheless, the careful and the timid pre-
fer the assistance of the policemen in
crossing. Just before Christmas block
ade occurred on Lower Broadway which
lasted into midnight. Holiday goods,
much of it fragile and delicate, on its way
10 railroad depots, had to be returned to
warehouses, these delays occasioning, an
immense amount of trouble and expense,
10 say nothing of the disappointments.
Last Friday forty vessels were unload
ing their cargoes at the different docks Of
the city. An immense amount of fruit
is pouring in. Bananas, oranges, lemons,
grapes, ETC., are plentiful, and as fresh
and good as they are plentiful. Fulton
Market is the great retail mart of the
city, and Washington Market the whole
aale. In the first you can find almost
every known edible that the globe can
furnish or the epicure desire-and more
tAan enough, and to spare-snd yet in
the midst of all this plenty, and sur
rounded BY thousands of the kindest
hearts, ever ready to give and to do, there
Is now taking place a trial for the i'll
treatment and starvation Of twenty-fOur
little ones from two-aad-a-haf years up
In the Shepherds Fold, from which they
we're rescued by the officers of the Socie-
y for the Prevention of Cruelty to Chill
dren. A pitiful array Of facts Of wrong,
Starvation, disease and suffering is COM
Ing to the light-all the grim horrors of
wothsboys Hall" over again.
"Poor Smike" was then but too i'll to
be taken with the others to the Supreme
Court Crcuit-room. But a shadowy
photograph Of the apparently dying boy
was brought-s,1nken-eyed, the shriveled
skin clinging to the bones--a pitiful
night, and one to move the hearts of
strong men, Us they looked at these little
helpless orphans and thought Of their
own little ones in sheltered homes to-
day prosperous and happy, and to-mor-
yew--with these sudden reverses, that
ike the whirlwind oyertake even the
strongest-where may they be7 There
was feeling of bitter Indignation, and
the children are now out Of the power Of
their tormentors; but it will be long (if
syer), before some Of them recover from
The effects Of the neglect and i'll treat
ment they have received. 81
A letter appeared in a recent issue Of
the New York Times, signed 'Denone,"
from which Iquote its own story: Zone
among many, ] am an American Protest
ant lady, educated, refined; have tried
for days to find something to do--tried
with unwearymg patience; no one wants
me; have never solicited charity; all |
ask is to help myself. If / were mur-
dered, money would be poured out to
find the murderer. How eagerly the
news would h5e read if f'left my story on
my table and solved the problem Of aepa-
rating soul and body myself. But now
am only shabby woman with worn-out
shoes, and thin shawl, trying to live.
Who cares that / am hungry and heart
sick? Don't be discouraged, says Mrs.
Midas, darkest before day, you know
cheered herself by the thought; and | 90
back to my lonely room, and sit idly,
without even thread to mend my skirt
Or darn my stockings, without the paper
to look at, or a book to read, or soul to
speak to-sit idly and think to the verge
Of madness, yet vaguely hoping that to-
morrow will be different. Tomorrow be-
comes to-day-is metamofphosed into
yesterday with the same record"
As might be expected, misery needs
only to be known and relief is at hand.
The sympathetic and the charitable are
ever ready to give and do, in spite Of the
constant receptions they have to deal
with. It is needless to say 1t has poured