The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1884-08-09


mendous load, and the ragged, homeless
trump without roof III cover him, will
with kindness remember Jonn Anderson.
A few yards from John Anderson's i'm
posing mausoleum Magnificent granite
shaft perpetuates the fame of Mrs. Oswald
Ottendoffer, the publisher of the greatest
German newspaper in the United States,
the steats Zeitumg. This great paper was
started by Mrs. Ottendoffer's first husband,
Mr.. Ule, who died some years ago, leaving
| his widow with a large family, and the con-
! troll of great city journal. Mrs. Ule was
equal to the task. She not only qualified
1 herself to perform and understand the mi
nutest detail of her exacting business, but
she guided it on to course of prosperity
which it had never known in her husbands
life. But even the management of her
| great business, nor the care of her family
were enough to occupy her capacious heart
and brain. The cry Of want and the de-
n1ands of charity ever found response in
| her sympathetic soul, and no worthy poor
ever left her door unsatisfed. New York
has many noble women whose lives have
been beautifed and glorifed byevery good
and gracious deed, and yet among them all
| it would be difficult to find match for
this dead saint Her loving benefactions
were of themselves a colossal fortune, and
dying, she did not forget in her bounty the
humblest workman who was associated
| with her in her life. She lies beside her
| first husband, Mr.. UIe, who helped to found
the great fortune which she used so wisely
and SO well; and as I passed their graves,
which wild briar now unites, reverently
uncovered, remembering the gracious
promise, Blessed are the merciful, for they
shall receive mercy" and few on this earth
were more merciful and charitable than she
of whom write.
I In a little dale q hundred and fifty yards
to the south, Lola Montez, the Countess of
Landsfeldt, quietly sleeps after bolster
! GUS and stormy life. She was an extraor-
dinary woman. She spoke with the huency
of a native, every language of Europe, and
while there was slight foreign accent in
her English, her French, German, Italian,
Spanish and Russian Were SO perfect that
natives of the different countries insisted
that she was eountrywoman. She was
born in Hindostan and spoke Hindostanee
rs her native tongue. She saw every phase
of life fram the slums of Paris to the finest
palaces in Europe. One of the handsomest
women in Europe, the favored mistress of
King, woman who went decked with
jewels that would have paid Princes ran
som, she who spent millions in her time
died in this city in the EXTREMIST poverty;
Magdalen, gave a few feet of earth in
Greenwood to Eliza Gilbert, Countess of
Landsfeldt. But feel that l must hurry
away.
The city is greatly exercised, or the pious
portion of it at least, at the Sunday music
in Central Park. Petitions are being cir
culated in ali the churches against it. That
is to say that the million of people in New
York are to have no voice as to how they
shall pass their Sabbath. but they are to be
controlled by the three hundred thousand
nominal church members, the greater part
of whom are now enjoying themselves in
the mountains or by the seaside. The ab-
surdity of the demand is more apparent
when you reflect that there is not church
in the city of any consequence which is
now ministered to by its regular pastor.
The great majority of these christian shep-
herds have gone to Europe, foreign air and
foreign travel being absolutely necessary
for them to recuperate from the dreadful
mental strain of getting up one sermon q
week on a salary of from 5000 to $4,000
per annum. Does it occur to these saints
that there are four hundred thousand peo-
pie in this city who daily toll for ten hours;
that to reach that daily toll they have to
rise at five in the morning, and some of
them walk miles to work, and miles home
agaiu at night? During six days they are
penned up in close factories where hun
dreds work in a room, and where breath
of pure air never comes. No wonder they
seek the Park on Sunday and listen to the
sweet strains of music and breathe the
fresh air and smell the grass and the flow
ers and thank God for even these blessings,
brief though they be. One-half of our
could not endure the air of the city. Let
the poor people enjoy what God and the
corporation give them-green fields, fresh
air and music. 1t will do them more good
than all the orthodox sermons ever
preached and bring them "Nearer. my
God, to Thee"
The running down of old Mother Man
delbaum, the notorious receiver Of stolen
goods, by Pinkerton's detectives, has been
one of the marked events of the week. The
associate and protector of thieves for
generation, she has accumulated million
of dollars. The police are said to have pro-
tected her-at any rate, she has continued
for twenty years to slip through the
meshes of the law. Should justice fail this
time it would be public calamity.
don't know that it has any reference to
the election, but the Brooklyn Common
Council, this week, advanced the salaries
of the city officials 20 to 25 per cent. Politi-
cal banners must be paid for, and provis-
ion made for soap, and as the day has long
since gone by when we may look for flights
of quails and showers of mamma, we have
to take our chance milking the city cow.
The weather has been intolerable, Thurs
day being away up among the nineties.
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