The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1884-01-12

that the poor mechanic smight have a
chance to see it On Sunday. This horrified
Cornelius Vanderbilt, William E. Dodge,
Sam Sloan and John Jay. They rolled up
the whites of their eyes, and wondered what
the world was coming to if the poor were
admitted to the sight of the wonders of the
Loan Exhibition ON Sunday. They in
strueted the Superintendent to close the
doors, but they found a tough nut to crack
when they ran against VIM. M. Evarts.
He quickly gave them SO understand that if
they violated the terms of the lease he
would hold each one of them responsible.
As soon as it threatened to touch their
pockets all their pious scruples vanished:
the consequence is that thousands of poor
people profted by the opportunity who
would nototherwise have seen the Loan Ex-
hibition, and the Bartoldi pedestal fund was
commensurately helped thereby.
| One of the saddest suicides of the year
took place on Christmas morning, while
the joy-bells we're ringing and congratula-
tions were being exchanged by thousands.
A stricken father sought the grave of his
little boy at Greenwood, and there, on the
freezing snow, laid down and died. It was
not the wild act of a ruined and disap-
J pointed man, but the deliberate act of one
heart sick and weary, and longing for the
companionship of the little angel who had
gone before, and without whom life had no
| nbo foEi
rounds saw something dark upon the snow,
and going up to the child's grave he found
the heart-broken father stark and stiff.
The next afternoon they laid him be-
side his darling-perhaps happier far on
Christmas night than thousands who re-
main behind. The son noble German
family took his life on Christmas Day, so
that the holiday was not one of unqualified
JOY. Looking back on the year now past,
it will be remembered as one of the most
remarkable of the century. Storms at sea,
cyclones on land. earthquakes of unex-
ampled violence, and business disasters
which have shaken the community to it's
centre.
More than ever before has become mani
| fest the effect of foreign influence on our
people till it almost seems we are losing
our individuality as q nation. The type
| that marks people is usually clear as the
sun There is no mistaking an English
men anywhere-he carries about him the
stamp of his nationality and well he may,
| for he represents one of the mightiest
powers on the earth. You could tell an
Irishman if you met him on the top of the
Himalyas, and q German has no need to
open his mouth to tell you where he comes
from. A Frenchman, an Italian or Span
lard is each walking advertisement of his
nationality, but an American might be mis-
taken for anybody or anything, and appar-
emily the only thing by which the foreigner
abroad can indentify him is by. his super
lative and indomitable check. Take
walk down Broadway on any afternoon.
from the Fifth Avenue Hotel to the Battery,
and, as far as the people are concerned,
you might imagine yourself in the Strand
or Piccadilly. There is not a hairs differ
encs in their style, in their looks, their
dress or their manners; so that think any
as much of G. curiosity in few years as
wild buffalo or North American Indian.
By the way, a story is told of a distin-
| guished foreigner who arrived here about
couple of weeks ago, who wanted to see a
buffalo hunt. He met some nice young
fellows at the hotel, who told him they were
fond of that sort of thing and that there
was hexellent uniting houtside of the city
of Brooklyn on Long Highland. The guns
were got ready and good lot of extra cart
ridges laid hin to prevent surprise by Hin
oians. The great bridge was crossed in
safety, and the Vanderbilt avenue cars
taken for Coney Island. Passing Prospect
Park the deer paddock was seen in the dis
tance, and while the anxious sportsman
desired to have crack at them, he was
persuaded to keep his ammunition for lar
ger game. Coney Island was reached at
| last, and the sportsman was caught by the
tiger. They ightened him of his gold
watch, his gun and game-bag, all his spare
cash, and got his I. O. q. for $780, and
when he declared the whole thing e.
blawsted swindle, his new-fedged friends
set upon him, blacked his eyes, tore his
clothes, and on his way back to New York
he was arrested as tramp and came very
near going to Crow Hill for sixty days.
Moral: Don't hunt buffalo at Coney ISL
and.
| But even while write hear the merry
peal that ushers in another New Year. 1t
scarcely seems a long month since we ex-
changed the joyous greetings of 1888.
Where will we be when 1884 shall end? No
matter where. Let us in the year to come
do our duty to our fellow men to the best
of our ability, as We understand, and leave
| the rest to fate. And SO Broadbrim, making
the best bow and thanking his kind friends
for the generous favor they have shown
him, wishes them-one and all. great and
small-a happy, happy New Year.
Yours truly, BROADBRlM.