The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1884-03-29

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fashion imposes, and still more hopeful
when for two hours he succeeds in holding
an audience whose vices he lashes and
whose follies he impales. To many Of the
audience his structures must have been a
moral crucifxion. Yet, strange to say,
though there was hardly fashionable man
or woman in the house that escaped casti-
| CATION, the lecture was received with we'll
merited applause, and at the close was q
perfect triumph. It was good, whole
some American tonic, the more especially
valuable at this time that we are deiuged
with foreign follies and foreign shams.
As general thing we look upon our
Welsh population as among the very best
class of foreigners, and when they assimi-
late with Us as the very best Of cur citizens.
II was therefore with considerable surprise
that We saw the.Rev, Griffith b. Humphrey
rugged up before the Commissioners of
Charity and Correction, to compel him to
provide for little Humphrey whose
| mother had no marriage certificate. Miss
Jones, the mother, is comely young
Welsh girl, who had been one Of the wicked
pastors congregation. When her condi-
| ton was discovered, q church council sat
! on the minister, and under sacred prom
Use of marriage, he induced the young girl
to acquit him of the crime and he was re-
instated in hts church. He then abandoned
his unfortunate victim and went off and
married another woman, and brought her
to the church where the ruined girl might
see her. Maddened at the sight, and
frenzied at the psrfdy Of her former lover
in whom she had put such fatal trust, she
applied to the Commissioners of Charities
and Correction, and it is to be hoped that
this wolf in sleeps clothing will forever
be disbarred from again disgracing his
sacred calling.
Ithas been lively week among the poll
ticians and among the Republicans of the
city. johnny O'Brien is now the head of
the heap. What makes the triumph of Mr..
O'Brien more noticeable is that he has
usually been recognized as the leader of
the Republican roughs-a sort Of necessary
countercheck to Tammany-and, indeed,
one of the entailed evils of our. metropoli-
tan politics. If John Kelly's constituents
voted only once on election day, politics in
New York would be comparatively plain
sailing, but they vote early and often, and
a gentleman by the name of O'Brien can
manage that crowd vers znarh better than
if his name were Andrews, Wheeler or
Cooper.
To an outsider there may not seem to be
much in this, hut if Shakespeare had lived
in the Fourteenth ward he never would have
asked the absurd question "What's in
name?" Johnny just slew the swallow
tails and he did not take them by surprise
either, for his tried and trusted lieutenant,
Barney Biglin, who had the $4,000 con-
tract at Castle Garden, is reported as say
ing three weeks ago: "Say, lookee here, the
swallow tails don't like Johnny. They
don't, don't they? Well, we're jest a-going
to hump him inter that cheer, and don't
you forgit It'll" And they did.
The moral Tribune is the Turveydrop of
Republican politics, and stands most relig-
iously on department.. It seldom reports
boxing match, and such a thing as cock
fight or dog fight never appears in its
columns. Base ball and cricket are it's
mildest forms of dissipation, and even
these come to us diluted through the me-
dium of indifferent reports. The Tribune
has ever stood like wall of rock against
the boys. Its usual tactics have been, just |
previous to election, to send out an active |
corps of reporters to find ont what the boys |
wanted, and then to shape its course to go
the other way-considering the road that
led away from the boys as the only path |
way Of safety. For years this high-toned |
organ has held up Johnny O'Brien as ter
rible example of the viciousness of Ameri- |
can politics. To-day and it roars me gently |
as sucking dove and seems to think that |
on the whole, for administrative ability, in |
dividual honesty, singleness of purpose and |
genuine Republicanism the party could not |
have done better.
Whitelaw Reid is oanny child. He finds |
Mr.. O'Brien firmly in control Of the elec- |
ton machinery of the city, and he wants
delegation from New York for his friend |
Blaine. He thinks Johnny is little at |
outs with the present administration and he I
hopes to profit by it. Verify, verify, politics |
is queer business, and there is nothing in |
them half so queer as the political tergiver-
sations of the moral Tribune.
Jay Gould is no longer among US, but |
still we are not happy. The stock market |
seems like water-logged hull; it drifts |
aimlessly about, and like the wind, no man
knoweth whence it cometh or whittier it |
goeth. Still the moths whirr about the |
fame and every week develops the social |
wreck of some bank cashier or trusted |
clerk WHO was religious professor or
church trustee. This week the bookkeeper |
of railroad company Was found to have
fraudulently issued $500, 600 worth of stock,
and ON the discovery of his defalcation he |
stole $500 aud fled. He lost the money
gambling, but he was such nice young
man!
OF suicides we have had half dozen, but |
cannot go into particulars as the subject !
is UNPLEASANT, but may briefly state the !
causes-love and whisky; bad complaints, |
both of them, and considering the weather, |
which has been execrable enough to make |
any man commit suicide, commencing |
those who haye that subject under consider |
alton to the sober second thought, would
advise than to remember Mr.. Toodles' |
grand motto, ssMy son, never do to-day |
that which you can put of till tomorrow"
Yours truly, BROADBRIM.