The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1884-06-07

in long and successful mercantile life.
The effect of this enormeas success has
been little less than calamity. We have
substituted the word success for honor,
reputation, conscience and God. No one
thought of inquiring the means by which q
man mounted; the only question was, has
he money? not how did he get it2 Our
very best society are just as ready to touch
glasses with Jim Keene, the gambler and
horse jockey, with theswindler Ward or his
partner Fish as they are with the Jays, the
Periponts, the De Lanceys. the Van Rem
sellers or the Liyingstons. They may talk
about their old blue blood as much as they
please, but our old blue blood disgraced it.
self when it forgot that it guarded honored
names and allowed these vagabonds and
gamblers to associate with them. I do be-
ieve in blood; I do believe in aristocracy-
but it is in honest blood, and the aristocracy
of honor; an aristocracy whose titles lie
open to the poorest man who keeps his
name untarnished and his honor spotless.
But so long rs men and women worship
the Golden Calf we may reasonably look
for Black Fridays and Black Wednesdays
with all Of their terrible sufferings and
shame.
Fortunately for those whose expectations
of Saratoga, Newport, Long Branch and
Cape May have been suddenly and rudely
blighted, Coney Island still remains con-
servator Of cheap amusement for the mill
ion. For the very reasonable sum of thirty
five cents you can secure a ticket to and
from this delightful seaside resort. If in
temperately inclined five cents will procure
the lager, with the glasses gagged to
such a size that no reasonable temperance
man could object to them. When the
waiter brings out your beer, if you happen
to be stranger to the customs of this pop
ular seaside resort, you'll think he's joking
with you. Now Coney Island waiter
never jokes; he's in dead earnest all the
time. He sets down the glass before you
and you start to taste your beer to see what
it is like-you look at it, and 10, it has
vanished. gentleman connected with the
bureau of statistics has estimated that there
are about eight hundred and seventy-nine
such glasses in five gallon keg of beer at
Coney Island, and pretty good brown
stone house in every barrel OF thirty-si
gallons.
One wholesome effect of the disaster of
the week before last is the tendency to
shorten sail-the ostentatious display that
stood at no outlay or cost is less fashion
able than it was. There is nice little
piece of gossip about the father of John G.
Emo, the man who robbed the Metropolitan
Bank of five millions. don't vouch for its
truth, but if it is not true it ought to be.
Mr.. Emo was dining at his son Johns a
couple of months ago-and the dinner was
one of the most elaborate and expensive
that has been given in New York this
season. There were numberless courses
and costly wines, and the elder Emo, who is
a very plain man, could scarcely conceal
travagance displayed. The menu was
printed On beautiful tablets of satin, and
while the elder Emo was moodily contem-
plating it, John G. approached him and
said, " Father, what do you think Of that?"
The old man looked up and quietly folding
the menu and putting it in his pocket, re-
Piled, "Very nice, John. | guess TIL keep
this-it will serve me as a reminder when
I am poor" It is rumored on the streets
that the day has now arrived, and that the
three millions and five hundred thousand
dollars he paid the Metropolitan Bank to
save his recreant son from prison has SO
far depleted his fortune that to-day he is
almost bankrupt.
There seems to be very general desire
ON the part of some of our metropolitan
journals to extend the sphere of their use
tulness by prying into the private affairs of
every family, and for the amusement and
instruction of the public they scatter broad
cast to the community the most sacred
griefs and secrets which common human
ity would conceal from every human eye.
Last week one of onr most eminent citi-
zens lost young and lovely daughter by
that fatal disease consumption. She was
the pride and hope of her parents, and had
been the light of their eyes and the JOY of
their hearts for nineteen years. As though
the great grief which oyershadowed that
desolate home was not enough in the loss OF
one so young and fair, scandalous paper
invented story which, even If true, con-
cerned no one outside of the family, but
the publication of which could bnt add a
new pang to the anguish they were already
suffering. This may be enterprising jour
nalism, but the reporter who did it and the
editor who allowed it deserve to be kicked.
The week has not been peaceful one
We have had several suicides and three OF
four of the most atroeious murders pc !
petrated in the past year. The murder OF
Mrs. Carpenter by her convict husband
was brutal and cowardly atfair-the more
shocking because it occurred in open day
and in one of the most crowded thorough.
fares in the city. Decoration Day revived
our latent patriotism, and once more the
Boys in Blue came to the front. 1t was
q very grand celebration-and can assure
you that the graves of the boys who wore
the grey we're not forgotten.@T The annual
regatta of the New York Yacht Club was
spirited affair; in fact, the day had not the
least sombre cast about it, and appeared
like the gayast of our national holidays.
We caught polar wave on Thursday which
brought back memories of February. Many
ladies went hunting for their sealskln
sacaues and mackmaw ogercoat was not
uncomfortable to
Yours truly, @ Bh0ADbElM.