The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1880-10-02

Business is on boom here. and
every merchant sleeps the sleep of an
easy walker, that he may spring to his
store and display his wares The
theatres have not done well during
the "hot SPELL but every cool night
made up the average, and when there
was a bona-fde attraction there has
been most encouraging support Just
SO with the hotels, all of which are
flled and some are Overlooking.
CLEoPATRAs NEEDLE.
The arrival of the Egyptian obelisk
at its dock, and the advent of Senator
Conkling, with the greatest effort of
his life, have been the local sensa-
tons of the hour Both attracted
crowds Of spectators who would like
very much to hear the little story that
each holds inclosed in its granite
breast.
REALISTIC DRAMA.
The New Yorker who lives the aver
age gentle life, dividing it between
the Stock Exchange, Delmonico's and
everywhere else, la fantals,e, has no
idea of the private dramas daily per-
formed for nobody's benefit, but
which are as painful to witness as the
most admirably rehearsed play. Take
the post office, for example, prosaic
stone building in itself, but watch for
an hour or so the "poste restante"
windows. The enormous immigra-
ton of the present day gives rise to
an immense addition to the letters
which are intended to remain in the
post Office till called for, and proba-
bly, there is no city in the world which
receives half as much correspondence
OF this character as New York. It
is almost awful to observe the ever
waiting crowd one by one, asking
with beating heart for letter which
has not come, or receiving with Joy
Gus glee from the impossible clerk
missive which brings happiness or
sorrow to the poor expatriated crea-
ture who has news from the old
country at any rate. One wonders
what becomes of the dead letters
Something must become of them or
they would accumulate in mountains
of unbroken envelopes. At any rate,
the stolid stone building stands in the
City Hall park, while the moving
multitude of expectants weep or
laugh, according to the news their
transatlantic letters bring them.
FIELD sNoBBIsH ARIsToCRACY.
A government war vessel steamed
up the Hudson on Thursday of last
week, to participate in the festivities
of Tarrytown, on the occasion of the
dedication of new monument to the
patriot captors of Maj Andre. It
was great day in Westchester county,
and the people joined in with more
zest on account of the erection of
Cyrus w. Fields monument to the
traitor Arnold's go-between and spy.
Field has his monument fenced in,
and Dean Stanley's inscription gltters
upon it, but | am safe in predicting
that at some not distant day it Will
be pulled down and thrown into the
Hudson. It ought to be done while
Dean Stanley is on his second visit to
this country [ have been amazed
that Cyrus W. Field should spend his
money on so unworthy an object,
while somewhere on the east side of
this island, in an unknown grave,
rests the ashes of Nathan Hale, the
martyrspy of the revolution :
younger, handsomer, drawer, nobler
man than Antlre-who, thoughtless
of self, (and Andres mind had no
room for anything but himself, died,
regretting that he had but one life to
give for his country.
THE LAST OF ANOTHER BARON.
Fashionable circles are startled at
hearing that the Baron de Reiffenberg,
representative of one of the oldest
and wealthiest families of the king
dom of Belgium, has died at the hos
pital attached to the penitentiary on
Blackwell's Island, and was buried i'll
Potter's field. His is another instance
of the superiority of actual fact over
romance Fifteen years ago he came
to New York, rich, handsome and well
educated, In three years of dissipa-
ton he squandered patrimony, and
letters from home told him he had
reached the end of his money. Then
he married a young girl, Annie
Sweeny by name, and sunk, step by
step, until he became the denizen of
an italian tenement house in Null
berry street and a common thief.
AUGUST.
mr.