The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1884-08-14
miscellaneous.
BROADBsISI'S NEW YORK
LETTER.

How shall I pass the Sabbath 1
said to myself last Sunday. If l
60 to hear the music at Central
Park, they will say am heathen
and if 60 to Coney Island they
may think l am a publican. | will
hie me 10 Greenwood, and there
commune with the spirits OF the
departed. Here repose hundreds
of thousands of those who were
once the moving spirits of the two
great cities near it. As you enter
the stately gate-before you is the
tribute which the trustees Of
Greenwood have raised to the men,
ory of the late treasurer of the
corporation, and who may be said
to have guided its destiny for over
forty years Much of the beauty
and order that glorifes this City
of the Dead is due to him, who
now reposes peacefully in its bosom
A few yards to the left is a rich
cross which the Society for the
', Prevention of Cruelty to Animals
have raised to the memory OF
Louis Bonnard. Louis Bonnard
was 6 Frenchman, who came to
New York many years ago. and en-
gagged in the manufacture OF sclen.
ti6c instruments; he lived in two
wretcbed rooms in the most disre-
putable part OF the city; he denied
himself the commonest necessaries
oflife; and was found dead in his
wretched apartments. To the
great astonishment. of a few who
knew him-a will was discovered
leaving 100000 to the Society for
the Prevention of Cruelty to ami
mails; and the secret of the bequest
was supposed to lie in the fact that
Louis Bonnard believed in me.
tempsechosis, and thought that
when his spirit left his body, it
might be transferred to horse or
a dog, and he did not want it to be
abused. At all events the breath
was scarcely ont of his body when
an army of relations, who never
knew or cared for him in his life,
appeared to contest the will-they
fought Henry Bergh in all the
courts-and the case was finally
decided in favor of the Society.
Thousands pass the Frenchmans'
grave without stopping to take a
second look, but if the dumb brutes
of the land could sing or speak not
one in this vast assemblage ofghosts
would have a grander pean or a
louder praise-than Louis Bon
nard.
Facing his tomb on the Hillside
to the East is q beautiful little Gre
clan Temple, beneath which lies
all that was mortal of John Ander-
son, the inventor of Solace Tobacco.
John Anderson may not have been
the greatest man whose remains re
pose in Greenwood, but in his day
and generation, he brought much
consolation and comfort to the
chewers of the cud. AS great a
man as General Scott, sent all the
way from Mexico for 10 pound
box of John Anderson's Solace;
and an eminent Presbyterian divine
whose eloquencc electrified New
Y ork forty years ago, seldom went
into his pulpit of a Sunday without
paper of Anderson's fine cut in
his pocket. John An1erson's shop
stood on Broadway at the corner
of the City Hospital grounds and
almost opposite to Pearl Street;
and it was at his store that the
young dudes of couple OF genera
tions ago, used to buy their cigars
of the pretty cigar girl, who was
murdered at the Elysian Fields.
The girl was the great attraction
| Of John Anderson's store, and he
never fully recovered the shock OF
| her loss, He retired from business
many years since, and dying left q
| fortune estimated at two or three
millions OF dollars. The Anti.To'
bacco League may have but little
reverence or respect for this dead
benefactor of his race; but the SOL
dier on the march, the hunter in
the forest, the sailor called out OF
his warm bunk of q stormy night
to clew up and clew down, the
hod carrier staggering under his
tremendous load, and the ragged
homeless tramp without roof to
cover him, will with kindness re-
member John Anderson.
Afew yards from John Anderson's
imposing mausoleum-a magnificent
granite shaft-perpetuates the fame
Of Mrs. Oswald Ottendofer, the
publisher of the greatest German
newspaper in the United States,
the Stats Zeituug. This great pa
per was started by Mr.. Ule, who
died some years ago, leaving his
widow with a large family, and
the control Of a great city journal.
Mrs. Ule was equal to the task, she
not only qualified herself to perform
and understand the minutest de-
tail of her exacting business; but
she guided it on to a 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 fami.
ly were enough to occupy her ca
pacious heart and brain. The cry
of want and the demands Of chari-
ty ever found response in her
sympathetic soul; and no worthy
ro,r nrar 1aft her 5oor pnsatisfed,