Glasgow Courier. — 1857-06-30 (Glasgow, Strathclyde, Scotland)

THE PRESENT CONDITION OF NEW-YORK. The New-York Tribune gives the subjoined sketch, in very dark colours it must be allowed, of the sacial state of that city:—  Sixteen murders have been perpetrated in this city since the Ist of April, about which time Mayor Wood began to develop his programme of violent resistance to the laws, and the whole army of grog-sellers bade de. fiance to any legal interference with their desolating trade. There have been at least twice sixteen attempts at murder, besides violent assaults and rum hole fights without precedent. 10,000 hardened and hopeless female ontesetsswarm the streets at night, 2,000 children, under the guise of pedlare, from the ages of 10 to 16, penetrate every public building, store, and office in the city, to beg, steal, spy for burglars, and on their account practise those vices which cannot he named in respectable language ; five thousand great and small gamblers prey upon the credulous and the infatuated, standing all day at the doors of their dens in Broadway, RS well known in person and profession as the Mayor himself; ten thousand lazy, drunken, thieving short-boys, swill-boys, killers, roughs, and rowdies of other names, lounge on the rumcursed corners of the streets, making day disgnsting, night hideous, and travel danecrous to all who CAO be suspected of having respectability or money; thousands of emigrant swindlers, mock auctioneers, lottery dealers, policy backers, pickpockets, hall thieves, burglars, wharf rats, area sneaks, pimps, and varnpyres, practise their knaveries as openly, and with as little fear of punishment, as though they were engaged in the most virtuous and legitimate of human put,uite. The swell-mob of London, flying from the Argus eyes of a real police, and the unendurable felons of San Francisco, expatriated by the bullet and the hemp of the Vigilance Committee, 're received here with open firms, parade our streets under not only the toleration, brit the protection and personal frieneshlp of the pollee, carry our primary elections, and fill high places on our nominating committee,. On every band we have vice, and crime, and splendour; crime, vice, rum, and beggary. Uere in the most fashionable faubourg is the Crookfords, of New-York; there, between the residences of a millionaire and a divine, is the maison de joie of a woman whore dress is the most brilliant, whose equipage the most costly, whose appearance the most stunning of any of the gay butterflies, virtuous et •icions, whose beauty and wealth add glitter to the opera or sunshine to the promenade. Within a bowshot of these palaces is the other side of the world ; for brocade, rags; for diamonds, dirt, for Johannisbeger, whisky; for millionaires, beggars; for divines, devils; for Nepasiae, drabs; with here sad there some poor starving wretch, painfully enayting the 'Song of the Shirt,' her besieged virtue glimmering in the misery of this tangible hell, like the fabled jewel in the dunghill. And, over all, we have a net of men called rulers, wrangling like hungry dogs for the public purse; lying and cheating for advancement; plotting to overthrow all law, that they may rob the people; and in their influence upon our vast criminal population, reektestily flaring their incendiary torches la our moral powderhouse.