National Republican., 1886-12-11
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the continual go, go, of the people and
vehicles; take Broadway, between Canal
street and Exchange Place, and multiply 1t
by fifty such thOroughfares aud you can
have IN idea. You leave one jam only to
be In another, in street crossing the last
parallel miles upon miles, acres upon acres
of living, throbblng humanity, hustling and
crowding all kinds and conditions. In the
middle of the streets are lamp posts at in-
tervals, around which cling pedestrians
trying to cross under the wings OF active
policemen, who keep the vehicles to the
left, thus making two steady streams NOV
ing up and down. / like to study the faces
Of the drivers OF these cabs, omnibusses,
coaches, carts, wagons, vans, hansOms,
broughams, and landaus, and the people in
them. The faces Of the working class have
an anxious look, and all seem to be strug-
Cling to get along; you see few idlers In
these throngs, and It's move on, move on,
or get wiped out. The alterations and
quarTelng is all done from convenient dis
tances, and the chaif is very amusing and
no swearing. "Look at you now, do you
want the whole street ~ "Oh, you're
mighty uppy this morning; there's plenty
Of room for you on the other side"
have so far seen nothing of the proven
bial gruffness Of the people as reported.
Only once was scowled at. told my
cabby In u fit of intense Englishlsm to take
me to one Of the old fashioned coffee
houses to get lunch. We stopped at one,
the outside Of which looked like barn,
and going through dark hall 1 went into
q dim, little, smoke-begrimed room, filed
with compartments like old fashioned pews
in an old church. peeked into this ono
and that one to see II the occupants would
move up and give me seat, but they only
scowled at me and plainly said by their
looks, "what the devil do you want here?
Don't you see we've been eating here 300
years, and we want no new chaps In hereS"
AS the chops and baked potatoes looked so
nice, was determined to persevere, and
passed out and into similar eating house,
but really believe IL l hadn't got out quick
| I'd got a mustard pot at my head, and so /
| vowed a vow that these places should live
In my dreams and that common hotels and
restaurants would do me.
The great restaurants which would class
with the Hoffman House, and Delmonico's
are unknown here. was and am greatly
astonlshed at this, and 1t will not be believed
| generally; but you can sum 1t all up In this;
Restaurant and hotel life is unknown here
] was told to go TO the Holborn pronounced
Hoburn) restaurant and sec elegance;
| Well, 1t was funny idea Of elegance,
| gilded marble nanked by red velvetis is about
1t. There was an imm' nse room four
stories inside and open to the roof, the first
| floor filled with tables, the sides mere gal
| leries or corridors, also filled with tables
| The people all looked to me like country
cousins come In TO see tho sights and en-
tirely out Of taste with the gorgeousness of
the marble and velvet. The food was badly
cafe, the "ROyaln which Is much better
than the IIolbon, but still not within a
hundred miles OF Delmonico's, and the
people, men and women, looked loud and
vulgar. I've tried the so'called lunch aud
grill rooms in the city, and there's no place
can compare with Cables or Sutherland's.
The dickens OF 1t is, there's SO much
ing and all that; while in most of
the places the men had newspapers
and seemed to be just trying TO put
IN their noon hour. In fact, I'd give any
thing this minute II i knew where / could
go and get good beeisteak and trimmings,
say like you'd get in the Astor House,
Why they believe here and say that rump
or round steak is the best-just imagine
that. Yet all are so polite, try to serve you
well, anxious to please, that feel an
affection for these people | can't express,
and II they would but minute see how
much they could improve on the good
things they have, they would add greatly
to their happiness and profit. Strange as
IL may seem, there are no restaurants at
night similar to our Broadway oyster sa.
looms. Oh, II Dorian and Schalfer should
see the poor little shops they sell oysters IN
here they would weep. Such things as
sliced cabbage, crackers, &C., are unknown;
the places put me in mind of little Gran
wlch street pie shop, and the men In them
looked scared and worried. Such thing
as q "fry In box" would cause one
of them to look at you as If you
were an escaped lunatic, and a Boston
stew or Philadelphia broil with n lit
tie old sherry to sprinkle on would be
considered In the same light as II you said,