New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1883-08-05
BROADWAY NOTEBOOK.

BROADWAY NOTEBOOK.
MEN AND THINGS. The COUNTRY ROUND.
THE PERSONAL NOTES AND NOTIONS Oh BROAD
WAY LoUNGER
A Sunday afternoon In Wall Street In sweet
weather. when the birds heard twittering In the
Of the Stock Exchange and boy chorisers 10 Tin
iy Church pipe loud enough for the forgotten dead 70
listen and say: "Does this world still remember us
Then the great scroll gate like the wing Of bird OF Par
adse in the arch of the Mills Building Is folded down
week angel let slip the skeleton OF bis PIN
ion and moultea the city. The Custom House Is
hollow as jail in Pompeii; the Field Building tries on
its bay windows like spring bonnet and seems 70
think: I never heard Of any General washingtons
headquarters here; We not acquainted with mas
family" The bood-red Produce Exchange life turkey
gobber. up its towey head and wrings the REQ
paint ont Of Its comb and throat In the perspration Oh
the effort The Wells Building stands up white as
tombstone, and around the thick pillars OF the rising
Mutual edce the old Dutch In their graves
seem to climb and peep and say We don't quito UNDER
stand it." All the elevators are standing Idle that
skipped so arily when men were alive The sub-Treas-
ury with its pale pedment down Broad-st as
thousand pagan years had gone and the was grow
Ing in the toes n Its piars The anitors families come
down from their attics like storks from chimneys ana
hop around and pay-even the baby that was born In
the sound OF eternal Mammon Then Trinity bell strikes
the quarter hour and trenbes II to boom: "Where-
where-wherc-are men 2"
Sunday afternoon in Trinity Church is little ghostly.
too. The scolloped side portals twnkng with lights
running In and ont like children daring each other aud
looking through them the and the people
standing wonaeringly in the fretted shadows Enter
ing to them looks up the long asles and into the
mysterious goinings OF the roof and at the far chance
fha xrhf OH sfa liza
stills Of their cotes and COO spontaneously, as II they
drank from crystal bowls OF sound and the vibrations
echoed Those automatic doves look neither left nor
right hut their music stadly and in the distar
not TO make the sounds, which rather should de-
scend from that rich window far above and all sufused
and expiring in crimson and appearing to palpitate In
melody IL it could not hush. pure, ncarnadined
its bleeding pains of Joy. There Is no preacher.
only queer little who goes forward and leans
against the wall In bis white frock and and then
turns to the people and chants something which all the
others chant the louder hear He cross and
points 10 1t mystcaly ard again the chorsters break
FORTH he upbraids them, in song The little lamps
sparkle around the Gothic shafts the daylight chambers
along the pale side windows like Fulton and Livingston
and Hamilton ont yonder In their shrouds yany striv
ing TO appear the people only who gazing on seem
not to feel know but to have stroed like the Gaus
into the Ron worship after they had scaled the Capt.
tone for these communicates and do not
apprehend the nature Of worship which Is merely
music satisfied with Its own homage. But. stay! see
gentle girl with flowing robes and lovely features
making the responses IN face Of supernal light She
stands alone. the lonely occupant Of remote pew for
getfu forgotten. absorbed in the devotion Of women
who have loved mt one and Him the Cruchcd She only
restores this place to the spot whence it was trans
planted, the dewy English wales and times when Jane
Grey prayed before her scaold and the child Elizabeth
heard vepers in the Tower chapel where her headess
mother slept
The Produce Exchange Building, one Of the most
tensve and prominent objects IN the landscape OF the
world In s.tuaon like the Ducal palace In Venice
conspicuous In the foreground Of this island
been forced rapidly that hear people nqurnz OF
each other what is The greatest objects that be
built In rushing city like this scarcely the curl
osity for years. and may wonder whether the finest
archtecturcs Of antiquity made passing ripple IN the
dsiy populace OF their date Greater is he who keep
eth HIS temper than he who bu'ldeth city, how,
We learn OF men. the moral architectures within
pass the Cyclopesn walrsi
The Produce Exchange seems to be kind OF logga OF
Italian spirit with tower something sof the expression
of campanile, this huge seward bulK
OF the ednce strongly affect tho expression Of the city
front from the bay So does the rich red color
perhaps ami the dlsnctness OF lite FORM like red uni
forms which revealed far The building to
be basement OF very little Importance with one Roman
story like aqueduct Of arches strong and long, and
above that weaker story and then pretty attic Of
portfolios. The shields Of the States indyed with
the dark red pigment OF the whole that they only
detected close examination. large they are. Yet
even this symbolism has National ratefuness redeem
Ing the exotic character OF the general Might
those shields have been In gilt yellow tiles without dis
urng much the feeling and intention OF
for that his portcoes be In light blue MARBLE
having the effect OF whte The influence OF the struc-
ts1
vast freight depot
Is Is said that the Long Branch people laid pretty
plan to have President Arthur live among them last
year and that certain large aud gayly coored habit
ton recently built there really insured TO rented
by some of the prominent Branchers and forfeit was
pal tho owner when the Chief Magistrate did come
After all said. the bathing dress OF the period Is In
pleasing spirit and preserves tho and interesting
ness OF woman and adds to her freedom Of motion.
The old trousers the feet and grain-bag waist and
broken straw hat made beauty beggar and age hag
What be modest than the easily fitting jacket
and shortened skirt and hose nearly to the knee the
whole In the dark blue TINT Even the more stud
led and brilliant contrasts like q rel sash at the
waist armless bodice. bught-tinted stochnxs
are in keeping with the sunny landscape and almost
ball room scene OF waltzng with the surf The former
bag dress always losing buttons and coming apart
aud clinsing to the form like plaster cast.
May say that the lion Of the surf this year Is the
French head-waiter at the Brghton.Bcach Hotels His
light blue suit trimmed with white fitted his TALL sup
pie figure is the appartion that makes middle aged la
lies learn and husbands tremble "a INV
Another apartment-house on Fifth-avs Just
.tove the Brunswick made Of white ire-bricks and |
cooking down the brown-stone like the Dutch
wen upon the gersnium beds II were gone could
nybody guess the function OF such inexpensive con-
tructioni