Year: 1878




not such another man. A man
with nerves Of steel, with will Of
iron, and heart of stone. The poor
and the helpless never approach
him, and if he ever was guilty of
charity, he has kept it so secret that
his left hand has never become
cognizant of the reprehensible weak
ness Of the right. But even Judge
Hilton astonished his friends with
the intelligence that the rome was
to be finished; the accumulated
cobwebs cf years we're swept away :;
and once more it looked as if we
were going to rejoice in the in
auguration of one of the grandest
charities in America.


It is rumored now that the home
will soon be opened, and that the
poor and friendless girls of New
York, can secure quarters under it's
magnificent roof from eight to
twenty dollars a week.


Think of the thrill of gratitude
that must have stirred the hearts of
the wretched toilers in the Bowery,
and Beekman street and Vesey
street, when they heard the joyfulin-
telligence that quarters could be
obtained for such as they, in the
Stewart Home at twenty dollars a
week, how they must have blessed
the memory Of the dead millionaire
whose costly mausoleum is rising
to beautify Garden City, where
cross and crozier, censer and bell
shall celebrate his virtues to gene.
rations yet unborn.


The slave whose manacles have
been broken in the South, the hum
bic scholar Of New England,
and the toiling artisan of London
rejoice in the hallowed memory of
George Peabody, which even royalty
stepped down from it's golden
throne to honor, and whose pecan
of blessing is heard on earth or in
heaven, wherever angels or men
repeat the gentle name Of Charity.
Even the dumb animals, rescued
from suffering and sorrow (f the
Almighty permits them a higher
communion), implore benediction
on the memory Of Louis Bonard,
whose shining tablet glori6es the
grand entrance to the cemetery of
Greenwood, but to the memory of
Alexander TurneY Stewart no beni-
son ascends, for the poor owe him
nothing living or dead, and the
widows mite, in the golden scale
ofJustice, will outweigh his boarded
millions when the great ledger is
balanced by him who hath pro
claimed as the law: 4:


eff / have not charity, am nothing"


7 have heard, as a modification,
that the rooms may possibly be
placed for poor girls at from six to
ten dollars week. When we con-
slider that of the fifty thousand
working girls in New York the
average wages is not over three
dollars per week, we can readily
appreciate the generous nature OF
the benefaction. We trust that
the rumor is true. It will not be
long a. furthest till the lucky heir
of the princeIy dry goods merchant
will be called on to balance his OWL
account. It is said that there is a
land somewhere where stocks and
bonds and houses and gold, and
even satins and silks, are weighed
in the balance and found wanting
where one good deed, one charitable
impulse, one generous action would
outweigh them all, where immortal,
ty may crown the righteous begga1
and banishment await the mil.
lionaire. And perhaps the name o5
some humble Jew may be discovered
on that hotel register, where even
the names so distinguished as Hen
ry Hilton and Alexander Turney
Stewart have never been accorded
a room, and then he may realize
if never before, that there is some
thing worth more than all his gold
and all his fame, and all his power:
the potency of which he never
knew or felt,--the God-like nature
Of Charity.


'Better be born lucky than rich,
says the trite old adage, which must
be fully realized by Augustus NJ
Turney, the defaulting cashier ot
the Bank Of North America. Fol
ten years this sanctimonious rasca
had covered up a robbery Of one
L.