The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1884-08-16

and send them away tor couple OF weeks,
at least, from the foul sfums and crime Of
the city into the pleasant country where they
can breathe Gods free air and see Gods
blue sky, and learn the beauty and the
sweetness of higher and purer life. It
may be that the seed soWn in these young
hearts may take deep root, and bear album
dant fruit in the future. Never was there
seen such crowd of happy little faces--they
were leaving father and mother, sister and
brother, and home behind, but there was
no grief and no tears, naught but hope and
joyous expectations. All the children had
evidently received extra care and attention
for the journey; their clothes mended and
| clean, cleanliness being one of the condi-
tions insisted on. I expected to find some
mothers and grandmothers attending their
little darlings till the last possible moment
of their departure on the cars, but it was
not so; there were no attendants, except the
excellent and charitable ladies having the
children in charge. As they passed the
| store of a kind hearted German, he called
them in and gave each a bag of crackers to
comfort them through the night. They
were divided into sections, and the place
for each section was already provided kind
souls waiting to bid them welcome and
make them happy. 1t was genuine pleas
ure to see a charity so pure, and so utterly
unselfsh. For once the great corporation
showed little soul, and the cost of trans
portation placed at the lowest figure. Seven
ty-ive cents was all that was required to
send one of these little waits hundred Or
two hundred miles into the country, and to
make them happy for a Week-a fraction
over ten cents a day. Z wished from my soul
that any generous donor to that gracious
fund could have seen the cloud of happy
faces as I saw them, and if there are any
who read these lines living in communities
where the curse of poverty does not lie SO
| heavily on the poor as it does in this great
city, let them cast their bread upon the
waters, and it may return after many days.
| Our sister city of Brooklyn has received
| another social shock, and two of her best
known citizens are now fugitives from jus
I! tice. Both of them were very high-toned
| gentlemen, and one of them, Mr.. Scoville,
quite substantial pillar of the church.
Mr.. Seoville lived in elegant style and
| sported one of the finest turn-outs in the
city: and although Colonel Morton had no
| special penchant for horsefesh, he boasted
of possessing one of the most valuable pri-
vate libraries in the city. What the one
squandered in horsefesh the other laid out
in books, but the general result was the
saIne-the books and the horses were paid
for with some body elses money. gov
| ernment inspector says Colonel Morton,
| who was assistant Postmaster of Brook
lyn, signed fraudulent pay-rolls and pock-
eted the swag; whik Seoyille, who oceu-
pied an honorable position for many years
| in one of the most respectable brokers' Of
fees in New York, turns out to be one of the
meanest and most contemplate thieves in
the disgraceful calendar of the past three
months. When will these disgraceful rev
elations stop? The foundation stones of
onr financial fabric have been rudely
shaken; the revelations in the great firm of
Arnold & Constable were shock from
which we find it difficult to recover, and
neither time nor circumstances are any
guarantee of mans character for honesty,
and the appearance of anything like piety
OF sanctimoniousness is considered just
ground for suspicion. It is intimated that
after time Colonel Morton may return
to stand his trial by the Government, but
Scoyille may be safely added to the list of
forgers and thieves who, Providence be
| thanked, will trouble US no more.
We want more home missionaries-no
African savage, no Fejee cannibal, no Co.
manche or Sioux was ever guilty of as hor-
|rid a crime as that committed by the Bor-
der gang in Brooklyn in the murder of the
imbecile girl, Margaret Corners. The hor-
rid details can never be published. but for
shocking barbarity and devilish savagery
it stands unparalleled in the crimes of the
country. If there is any rich man Or wo-
man about to die, who has more spare cash
than they care about bestowing On their
poor relations, let them found a mission
in the city of Brooklyn, and can promise
them that there is no savage on the Congo
OR cannibal on the Zambesto, who stands
so much in need Of salvation as those
Brooklyn and New York thugs. By all
means let us either have missionaries or
cho o1,1 T Of hot To
Adam in me is in favor of the shotguns.
1t is busy time among the actors. Union
Square is full of the mimic heroes and her.
oines who delight US on the stage. Man
ayers are here from all parts of the country,
filing up their dramatic corps for the
coming season. We are all ahoat in regard
to our opera. Prima donnas are indeed
rare birds, and they know it. First-class
tenors do not hang on every huckleberry
bush, as Mr.. Gye has reason to find out. Mill
son thinks herself dirt cheap at $1,000 a
night; couple of other female warblers at
$4,000 and $500 each; the tenor who would
listening to; and then come baritones and
basso, and chorus and orchestra, adver-
tising, costumes, scenery and a multitude
of outside expenses, which no one bat the
manager knows. Still opera we must have,
and let the men who can afford to pay fifty
OR hundred dollars for a nights fun foot
the bills. We shall miss many familiar
faces from Rotten Row. Mr.. Emo is fu-
gitive from justice. Mr.. Ward may by that
time be in States prison. Three noted
sweIls have taken the short cut over the
Styx with revolver, but nevertheless, not