Year: 1877

great importing houses than they were
before the war. The reduction has
been brought about by the decreasing
demand. When wages were high the
laboring man not only drank good
tea, but bought it by the pound, and
the moderately well-off by the chest.
Now it is different. The laboring
man buys it by the ounce, and the
better off by the pound, and many
have been led to abandon the luxury
altogether. Then the course>of the
trade has changed. New York is no
longer the great importing centre, for
| TIE Western cities are receiving it
direct from China and japan, via the
Pacific railroad, and enormous guam
titles have been rushed upon the
| proved facilities for getting it. The.
impol ters with large stocks on hand
are suffering terribly, and the fear is
that the bottom is not yet reached.


Good friends in the country, be-
ware This is the season for the
chrome man to commence his devas-
tating carter, and you will be cute if
lie does not take you in. When a
mild, meek faced young man enters
your door, and announces in the
sweetest voice that he is Introducing
the Christian Fog Horn, by means of
valuable works of art, signal your boy
to let the bulldog loose. For the
benign stranger will open an oil
cloth arrangement, and display two
hideous, gaudy, high -colored pictures,
which he will dcleare sell at retail for
ten dollars, or rather would sell at
that price only the publishers of the
Fog Horn publish them, and they can
not be had at any mice except by
subscribing to that invaluable family
| paper. You can't get the precious
" works of art, for less than ten dol
lars, but that you may be induced to
read the Fog Horn, a year, you can
get that paper and the works of
art, they are genuine oil chromos--
for three dollars ! By the. time he
gets through this oration set the dog
on him. Tlese chromos, us they are
called, are TIE meanest, cheapest,
most infamous csrieatures of art ever
palmed off upon the public. They are
worse if any thing than the papers
that use them. The q works of art''
that retail at ten dollars, cast lust six
cents apiece, and that is all. THEY
are common lithographs, printed< in
colors, and are printed in this city
by the million. Prang of Bosf0n
makes chlomos that are really fine,
but they sell at high price, and
never get into connection with the
Fog Horns.


An investigating committee had
Tweed ON the stand, but they have
not thus far got any thing new out of
him. Every body knew that the city
bad been robbed of millions, and they
knew exactly who did it, and how it
was done. Tweed's testimony, thus
far, is only valuable as confession
from the leader of the thieves, with
some minor particulars added. He
may make some new disclosures be-
fore they get through with him, but it
is doubtful. The old man keeps up
wonderfully well, and will, if he gets
out, make trouble for his enemies.
He is very bitter, and desires nothing
so much as to get chance at those
of his friends who deserted him. He
does not blame the citizens, generally /,
! fol what has befallen llim-he mag
unanimously forsives them-but to
have shared the plumber with men
and then have them go back on him,
angers him. He says it was pleasant
reading when in Spain, the denuncia


tons of himself by men who were his
partners, and who were living on the
money they stole when with him.


Business is increasing every day
aud every hour. Broadway hasn't
looked so much like the Broadway of
old, for five years. There is the COM
| Portable, old time certainty of being
run over, if you attempt to cross any
| time from nine i'll the morning till six
/ at there is the crash and
smash of vehicles, and the cursing of
divers, there is ineessant din of
| thousands of wheels on the stone
pavements, there is the blockade of
! ong lines of street cars, and the