St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1880-10-22

merOuS pulpltS OF the Vicinity. One
preached in the evening at st. Peters
Church, in Brooklyn, of which the rec
tor, DR.. Paddock, is brother OF the
Bishop of Massachusetts. Within few
blocks is another favorite and aristo-
cratic church, of which the pastor,
Leonard, holds the honorary additional
position of chaplain of the 23d Militia.
Of course he had no idea of running
against a bishop for popular honors, but
by some singular coincidence he preach
ed an annual sermon to the regiment,
and the sublime assemblage of the god
like Young heroes of Brooklyn society,
drew q stupendous crush of beauteous
bellies and gallant escorts, while the
poor bishops had very scanty array of
auditors. The swords and bayonets
knocked the lawn sleeves higher than a
kite.
The cheerful tramp is now abroad in
increasing numbers. The leaves are
falling, and corn and potatoes are not
easily procurable in the usual way, so
the multitudinous vagrant returns to
his winter quarters in the large cities.
The other day, Sunday, | believe, one
knocked down and robbed citizen in
broad daylight in cemetery. His sue
cess, achieved by the audacity of his
unexpected attack, was but short-lived.
The aggrieved victim picked himself
up and fell on that tramp like a Corliss
engine. He recovered his watch and
money, and the remains of the tramp
fed wildly. Whether they will ever
recover from that awful beating is very
doubtful. Another Objectionable visit
or was plugged with birdshot just
across the Hudson river, in Jersey City,
in cellar where he had the misfortune
to set burglar alarm ringing. He will
rob no more. These are merely the
advance guard.
The elevated railroads have been
suffering from the parsimonious cutting
off of every hand that could possibly be
spared, by a number of collisions. The
other day, in fog, three of their trains
comfortably ran into each other, and
then telescoped into one harmonious
mass of wrenched iron, splinters and
broken glass, to say nothing of the
dead men and shattered limbs. Our
sapient aldermen have suggested the
placing of man with foghorn on the
rear platform of the cars, to tOOt furi-
ously through foghorn, and notify
pursuing trains to keep at distance.
That fOghorn could scarcely be heard
by an engineer in his cab, on account of
the tremendous roar and rattle of the
streets, seems not to have entered into
their calculations. The additional
noise must, however, be truly delight
full to occupants of property on the lines
of travel.
Some mean fellows will steal a ride
when they can, even when well able to
afford to pay for the accommodation.
There may be some excuse for a home
sick tramp smuggling himself on a train
hundreds of miles from home when that
procedure seems to be the only chance
of getting nearer those he loves, but
there is no excuse for the petty swim
dler who squeezes the price of a glass
of lager out of stolen jaunt OH horse
ear. One of this class got nicely caught
the other day. He was well dressed,
young, and not bad looking. A passen
ger in bobtail car saw the fellow get
on, shirk paying up his little fee, and
then drop off after riding few blocks.
The quiet passenger transformed him
self into very lively person, he was a
detective, leaped from the car, grabbed
the too smart youth, and hauled him
before the nearest magistrate. That
worthy, on ascertaining that the pris-
oner was under twenty-one and legally
an infant, went for him in a facetious
way, recommending a whipping for him
by his father, who was sent for, and
fined the latter $40 under the "baby"
act, making it misdemeanor for mi
nors to steal horse rides. The NOR
titled young man will probably never
forget the merciless roasting he receiv-,
ed, or the peals of laughter which rang
for an hour about his wretched ears,
himself being the butt. RADIx.