The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1888-03-03

some Of tne best canvases find their way to
the Metropolitan Art Museum.
While reading the foreign news last week
my blood tingled at some eYictions in Gal
way aud wicklow. My anger was some
what modified against our foreign cousins,
when began to look at what we were do
ing in New York and Brooklyn. Wednes.
day the 18th of February, was one of the
bitterest days Of the season, the thermom-
eter at high noon only marked few de-
grees above zero On that day in New
York twenty-slx families were pitched into
the freezing streets with degree of bar
bar.ty that 1t would be difficult to match
from the Hill of Howth to Queenstown
Harbor. On the same day in Brooklyn an
Irishman who has accumulated quite a
property as an attache of the Supreme
Court threw widow and her children out
into the streets for the non-payment of
seven dollars, and may here add that the
Irish landlords of the tenement houses are
the most merciless evictors in the city.
A terrible accident marred the progress
of the elevated road in Brooklyn. The der
rick used in hosting the cross-beams and
pillars fell on top of street car killing the
driver, the horses and several passengers,
and woundlng number of others. A sim
liar accident occurred to the same company
a few weeks ago without such fatal re-
suit, but instead OF taking warning they
have gone blindly on till it has led to the
present fatal calamity.
Almost like ghost from the other world
Jonathan II. Green, the reformed gambler,
dropped down on Brooklyn last week. Long
years ago 1 recollect one night sitting in a
fashionable church, which was packrd to
suffocation, while listened in breathless
wonder to the startling revelations of the
Reformed Gambler. His books sold like
wildfire, and extra zest was added to their
publication by the rumor that the daring
conYert was to be assassinated by the des
perate villins whose thieving secrets he ex-
posed. At that time Mr.. Green seemed to
be on the high road to fortune, for he was
almost as successful on the platform as
John B. Cough. But years rolled on and
he passed out of sight and was forgotten.
and now he turns up in the City ofChurches
wrecked and penniless, seeking a place to
die.
Lent is upon us, but it is far from sea.
son of feasting and prayer. A theatrical
| mo no toll S1,af 1a hoI ,,al
fine business as he had during the past
week. On Ash Wednesday all the matt
nees were crowded, and hundreds were
turned away from all the leading theatres
The attendance at balls, concerts and pri
vate parties was phenomenal, and to Sc,
the glddy crowd no one would eyer dream
that they had thought of Goldfish cake
and repentance. fear me from the sign
of The times that there will be little sack
cloth and ashes worn for the next six weeks
and 1 should not be surprised to hear of
French cooks ball, or a Plaatt Deutsl
Fest, or Sangerbund JUBILEE on Hol.
Thursday or Good Friday. But if in Ger
tain directions we fail in spiritual grace, ol
the whole we are making subtantlal mora
progress.
Mayor Hewitt and our new Police Com
missioner have made it so uncomfortab,
for Harry Hill that he is forced 10 abandon
his old quarters on Houston street, an
seek shelter for his dairy and pious Sunda
concerts on the banks of the Harlem River
Skim milk and lemonade meyer did agre
with Harry's customers, any one whoI
would sooner handle boxing glove than
testament. Tom Gould of the Sans Souc
came to GRIFFIN the police court, and no
withstanding his strong pull, may yet fin
his way to Blackwells Island. Bill
McGlory is quiet as an oyster, and The
Allen whose place was burning scandi
for years, appears to have permanently r.
tired from business. We are wedding o,
sin pretty fast, but we always keep see
enough on hand to ensure good crop.
: One Jacksan. well-known fireman, fe
dead in the street here last week, leaving
snug little property and a pension to
widow, if there was one, from the fire
1 partment. He was always supposed to
bachelor, but he was hardly laid in IL
: Morgue when two widows turned up
D claim him. One missed her husband sevel
teen years ago, and she thought the des
t fireman looked exactly like him; the other
n husband deserted her in 1849, and she h
e claimed no less than six at the Morgue.
}, Poor Jackson being the latest.
e BROADBRIM.