The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1881-06-25
OUR NEW YORK LETTER.

Reflections on the Weather Prophet
Colored Minister'S Soliloquy on the Re
vised Testament-The End of the Whit
tll<er Trial-How New York Behaves Il
Horse Races and Walking Matches
Wedding I:elIs, Marriage in High Life
Love Among the Roses-A Bride Nvortl
Having-The Wonders of the Brooklyn
Bridge, Etc, Etc.
NEW YORK, June l9, 1881.
EDITOR CHIEF:
"Was there ever such weather ?" in
qnired fat neighbor of mine, as h,
leaned over the fence, the other morning
"Nevcr heard Of it," said /; eff there
was, history is silent Oh the fact "Wha
did you wind up your last letter viii
hot, hotter, hottest for" said he. "Be
cause" said, cit was true" "By the
time the people get the news" said he
"they']l think you are -" Before
he could get the rest out, had knocked
him through the fence. admit appear
anccs are against me. When man as
serts that it is as hot as Hades (revised
one day, and the next tries to borrow al
oyercoat, it does look as though he was
strainiFg the truth, to put it in the mild
est form; yet this is what we have done
in the past few days. On Monday you
might have danced l,ornpipe on the
Boulevard minus the fig leaves which
distinguished our first parents, and on
Tuesday a scal-skin sacque or buffalo
robe would not have been out Of place
All of the hotels had to start up the
steam, and people who were unprcpared
wandered about the streets shiverne
and shaking in the Wintry storm as
though they were seated OF top Of an
iceberg.
ode en- oh de worT am comm, shua''
said a colored preacher to his congrcga-
ton, last Sunday. "Dey hab taken hell
out oh de 'vised edition, and dcy tort dat
dcy WIZ nifty smart; but tole you, my
fricn's, dat accordin' to ole profit Jones,
de Greek word cralibus means to freeze,
instead of to roast, and dat's jes' what's
goin' to happen to yon." am very much
of that opinion myself, for here almost
in the middle of June l sit writing my
weekly letter with my cap pulled down
over my ears, and my feet rolled mp in a
blanket. We used to inquire "What is
the matter with Hannah ?" Now feel
like asking what's the matter with Ven
norr. This wretcled Canadian has com
plctcly upset all of our weather calcnla-
tions, and has given us 4 taste of Jann-
ary right in the middle of June.
The most disgraccfnl fiasco in American
military annals, the Whitaker trial, is
ended. Fifty thousand dollars will hard
ly pay the entire expense of West Points
attempt to ruin this poor colored boy.
A lot of military fossils have been in
trcnchcd at our National Academy till
they forget that they were paupers de-
pendent on the nations bounty. They
encouraged the cowarIly prescription of
the colored cadet, and heaped their re-
ward upon his prosecutors instead of
conlemnn1 them to hall and chain.
There were parties g ven to the cadets
at the houses of the different professors
which one of them invited Whitaker
to partake of his hospitality If any one
did SO, his name has not transrircd
There is nothing in the conduct Of these
cowardly ruffians to warrant the belief
that the best of them were not capable
of any prcvaricaton or untrutl1, or any
dastar,lly outrage.
The endorsement of General Schntield
is not worth the paper it is written on.
he being one Of these puffcd-np military
cock-a -a-doodlts who labor uaIer the l,-
preston that West Point is their per-
sonal property. West Point did not start
with the prcsumptyc innocence of Whit
takcr, but it attempted to place on him
the stamp of infamy from the start, and
the administration that removed General
Schofeld from position which his par
tiality has 'lsgraced, deserves the CRATE
full thanks Of the public The trial has
been stencil in the nostrils of the peo-
pie, and now that it is concluded hope
that the instigators Of it may be con
signed to deserved infamy.
l don't know that it is the especial
prerogative of the New Yorker to make
donkey of himself but whether it is or
no, he has a peculiar faculty Of doing it.
A week or two ago we received q cable
that Iroquois had won the Derby; to
hear the people talk You would have
thought that we had paid the last dollar
of our national debt, or that some other
great event had happened. Men rushed
madly about telling the news and shak-
ing each others hands; everybody
seemed pleased with everybody else, and
all for what because Mr. Somebody's
horse had run a little faster than some
body else's horse. This reminds me of
the scene at one of the recent walking
matches. The affair was near its close,
ond Il more ill-gralnet, vagabond-looking
crew it has never been my evil fortune
to behold. Every one of the Wree;led
tramps looked like a penitentiary grad
uate, and the majority of the audience
looked like candidates for States prison.
AS said, the race was just closing. the