St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-06-10

WIZ S"uuos NHoIu the luxury Oh u luWn
or hammock are not denied the bcne-
fits OF fresh air. Our urban parks are
fragrant with the odor of vernal nature.
and the rustic of the leaves. stirred by
the breeZes, furnishes sweet music to the
tired senses. 1t is so pleasant after a
day passed amid the clatter of machinery
or the hum of the busy streets to listen
to sounds that bespeak perfect rest
and utter abandon-to float resistlessly,
as it were, upon the current of stream
whose banks are CARRIED in green. dotted
here and there with the brilliant color
ing that nature scatters so lavishly
among her more somber raiment.
The voices of the night in St. Paul
are not numerous or startling. They
do not command remark; they rather
steal over the senses. and make their
presence known as does sweet per-
fume. The hum of the electric car
heard in the distance does not seem dis
cordant when tempered by short dis
lance, and the clang of the cable gongs
seems but to denote the vigilance of
people i'll another world. The shrill
note of the night hawk, followed by the
reverberation of his wings as he de
seends upon his prey is reminder that
all the world does not sleep stimuli
taneOusty-that there are watchers con-
tinually on guard, even in the dominion
of the animal creation.
Occasionally some merry carriage
party rides by. There is music in the
laughter that proceeds from the threats
OF the fair occupants, and the crack of
Jehu's whip again reminds one of
Watchful eye and constant supervision
of some one over a community given
over to the delights of absolute rest.
The court house bell rings out the
hours and the quarters, and its tones do
not seem discordant. as they did few
hours before. but rather the cadence of
restful song-a cheerful lullaby-a re-
hinder that, although time flies. there
is much of music in the world.
A band of jewellers passes. Their con-
versation is loud and interspersed with
ribald jokes and horrible profanity.
Their merriment bespeaks a release
from all restraint, an abandonment alb
solute and reckless to all that is vicious.
Some are but striplings, with boards
not yet grown. and under cover of the
night seem to be determined to COM
pensate by their excess of vulgarity
for the circumspection they have been
compelled to observe during the day. A
howl of pain OF drunken treuzy from
the police station near by seems to
check the merriment for moment.
Perhaps it may be hint of what is in
store for these gay youths; but with a
Jeer and an oath or taunt to the I'M
seen unfortunate the crowd passes on,
and one breathes sigh of relief when
distance has blotted them from sight
and hearing.
A physicians carriage rolls swiftly
past. Perhaps there has been a terrible
accident, and score of human beings
have been mangled in railroad wreck
or boiler explosion. Or it may be that
a mortal sickness has stricken some one
on this beautiful evening, and that
death is fighting for the mastery. 1t is
an every-night experience for the doc
tor. Perhaps he whistles softly to hip-
self as he grasps the nature of the COM
plant from the description of the symp-
toms given him, and perhaps he is
plunged in the deepest thought. realiz-
ing the gravity of the case. Or he may
be in ill hlmor at the untimely call
from his much needed rest, and mutter
curses upon those who never send for
physician except at hours when ma.
fnrQ ipfpnHnd fhaf q chnuId I,
And he has reason to grumble. 1t is
strange trait in men-and women, too
that they will endure the severest pains
during the day and seldom think of
summoning medical aid; but in the
night the slightest distress seems to
them to be harbinger of approaching
death, and the swiftest messenger is all
too slow to reach the nearest physician.
And yet we complain at the impatience
sometimes shown by our medical at
tendants.
The voices of the night are a sure in
dex to the character of city. 1t speaks
volumes for st. Paul that the still air of
darkness throbs so seldom with dis
cordant and jarring sounds. Seldom
does the crack of the revolver startle
neighborhood with the Intelligence that
murder has been done; only on rare oc-
caSions do the shrek of the wounded
and the wall of distress resound through
the gloom. Most of the voices that we
hear speak of placid delight or keen, if
boisterous, enjoyment. Even nature
seems to have united with man in the
effort to make the night peaceful and
refreshing, for our storms break in the
day time, and our nights are marked by
elemental repose A night in Venice
is not to be compared with night in st.
Paul.
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