The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-07-06
PEEPS ABOUT GOTHAM.
Queer Humanity in its Sunday and
Weekday Garb.
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NEW YORK, July 5-Everybody knows
that every race, type and mongrel breed Of
humanity is represented in the throng that
streams from the battery end of Broadway
to Union Square. But who ever foresaw
the appariticn Of a monk Of the middle
ages treading its anything but hallowed
stones3 Yet veritable medieval monk is
here, shorn pate, coarse hood and cowl, rope
round waist, and sandal-shod stockingless
feet. A strange specter this, as startlingly
in contrast with its surroundings as the
pope would be in bowery saloon.
Father Ignatius is a man to see and to
know. When first | saw him, more than
twenty years ago, he wore the same
! strained, severely ascetic look he has now.
He was then in the hight of his eccentric
| fame, had set up two or three monasterles,
which sooner or later broke down through
the too stern rules Of the Order Of St Ben
edict. Though still priest of the English
| Protestant Episcopal church, no Eng
lish bishop will admit him to
their pulpits. Father Ignatius is a highly
picturesque figure, and his iu-
tense earneStnes' and simple but
| often ecstatic eloquence never fail to
draw crowds wherever he goes. By these
public appearances Father Ignatius makes a
considerable income for the support of his
monastery i'll Lanthony abbey, on the
| Black mountains in South Wales. His
secular name is Joseph Levcester Lyme. He
is a man of many gifts; might have attained
| something like eminence In music, art, ora
tory or scholarship had he turned his mind
| that way. Odd though he undoubtedly is,
Father lgnatius is anything but crank or
| a fool
:, Singularly, the only other Gulsi-Pro-
| testant monk in England happens to be in
| New York at the same time. Father Ben
| son Is the founder of the order known as the
Cowley Fathers, from their house at Cow
| ley, near Oxford. They are members of
the Church of England, which recognizes
the order and Utilities 1T in mission work
| among the poor and in outlandish ways and
| places. Several members of the order
| came over to the states few years ago,
doubtless to civilize the heather of this
benighted land, but they got to quarreling
or pickering among their sanity selves, and
| that is why Father Benson has crossed the
wafer to wind-up the mission and send the
naughty boys home again. His sermon last
| Sunday morning was all about the worries
of life and the need of abundant faith, that
| everything bothersome is sent for our good.
| He held forth in a Protestant Episcopal
church, 1.-THE Little Church Round the Cor
| ner," where eighteen big candles blaZed on
the altar as the clergyman genufected and
crossed himself in the most gorgeous of
| gold-embroidered capes. We are getting
on. We shall all be angels soon.
| Know We what high motives guide us?
| How sublimely good we are?
| Come and test us, sit beside us
In the car.
| Don't be aged, fat, or homely,
You might find such facts bar.
| We only squeeze up for comely.
In the car.
| Tightly squashed between the baker
| And the tpsifi I'd Jack Tar,
| Guess you'n feel just like Quaker
In the car.
Madam pray don't think of quitting!
True, it gives ones nerves a jar
To see that hulking hog there splitting
In the car.
| Strange, these variegated faces,
| Oily, rcselike, vinegar!
! Why do peop.e make grimaces,
In the car.
Where's that face love, wonder?
Il wish there was an in All!
I'd rather die than penetrate prosodical
blunder
To rhyme with carr
Protection is a ticklish word NOWADAYS,
but they don't appe ir TO think much about
it or of 1T in the city hall of Gotham. Have
you ever strolled in5 Some times | do out
|
has come to the priceless treasures in the
governors room. Free traffic is the rule
whenever | go there and not a sign of pro-
lection. Dear, gentle reader, when you
do pilgrimage to this national shrine
to revive cur memories of the old
time patriots who freed our glorious
country, TO commune with their speaking
portraits and to coujure up the stirring asso-
Citations that hover around the writing
table of George Washington, just look
around ana see what there is to prevent you
cutting out the faces from the frames and
clipping relics from the table. E lch time
have been there | have been there alone.
No pensioned veteran proudly guards the
mementoes of his countrys deliverers.
No sentinel stands there imbibing the
spirit of heroism by association with the
memorials of his heroes. Not even a club
twirling bobby is there filling his precious
time and cuspidor as the hours go YEARLY
by. A motley crew of heelers aud bummers
throng the adjacent corridors, defiling the
atmosphere of that semi-sacred chamber
with oaths and vulgar Jests, but no guard
of honor, except. mayhap, when l am not
there. They manage these things better
abroad.
One of the hottest corners in Now York is
the No Man's-Land, between First ave ,ue
and the East river, north of the ninetieS.
One particular block is traceable near or far
by scent, if the wind is favorable A block
of antique cheese, all alive with kicking,
sprawling, squalling babes, kids, cats !,
maidens, matrons, toughs. roughs, sallowy-
tallowy, tawny Dagoes -Dagoes by nature
or Dagoes by dirt, no matter. Blazing
sunshine, every balcony, window and
doorway blocked with natives of every age
and hue, except white, wriggling out of
every opening, writhiug on the sidewalk.
little legs dangling through the balcony
rails. One swarthy mother in the second
floor balcony had gripped her 4-year-od
between her knees while she was enthusic-
ally clawing the vermin out OF his head and
generously dropping them on the gentry
below. A tom cat, flying from the bone
that was flung at it, jumped onto the bal
cony where girl was feeding and smashed
her plate through the grating so that it fell
in crockery showers on the sidewalk picnick-
ers. This aroused the tribe, and great was
the babbe of the patriarchs of both sexes
as they held court "al fresco," on the trag-
edy. Just thea a Whit of easterly wind
blew disgust my way and | flew. Whew!
Couldn't Resist.
She was pr2tty-so bright she sparkled and
as self possessed as # she had been lady in
waiting at the court of Eugene, when Eugene