Year: 1878

A brief glance now at the framents of the
power that ruled New York years ago, with
T--vvd CUuuU11y, q MUCH mure
cunning and dangerous man than Tweed,
got off with most of his plunder and is under.
stood to be living comfortably in Switzerland
with his wife and one married daughter.
Bismarck Sweeney has returned to Paris, after
settling with the authorities here by paying
s500,O00 out of his dead brothers estate.
Oakley Hall is practicing law again, after an


ncomprehensible escapade that made many
persons think be had lost his reason. Clients
DO not come very freely, however, and it can
hardly be said that he is making money.
Hoffman, who probably never shared the
plunder of the ring, but who certainly was
tool in the hands of Tweed, Sweeney and
Connolly, is also practicing law, but, like
Hall, is not very busy. He has plenty of
money, however, and lives in good style at
the Clarendon, near which he may be seen
every morning and evening, taking stroll
with very small dog. Genet suddenly re.
appeared couple of months ago, compro-
missed some way with the lawyers, and is now
free to come and 90 as he pleases Wood
ward, the ring paymaster, was captured in
Chicago, as will be remembered, brought
back, tried and sent to Sing Sing. He was
soon released, however, throug another COM
promise, and is now playing gentleman far.
mer in Connecticut, the title to his property
there being in the name of his wife. Harvey,
who turned informer first, and made bar
gain with the prosecution, lives regularly in
New York, and seems to be as well off as be-
fore he lost his plastering contracts. Most of
his time is spent in looking after real estate,
belonging to his wife. His brother Jack,
who once carried 100000 to Tweed in AL
bany to buy Senators and Assemblymen, is in
Ireland, and said to be dying of consumption.
Half a dozeD others who had some part in
the management of the ring are picking up
cheap living the best way they can. Times
are hard now with most of the small fry of
the tribe, but nearly all had kindly feeling
toward Tweed to the last, and quite num-
Der of them were present at his funeral


BEN WADE's W1FE.-Mrs. Wade was
more than her husbands right hand. He
was forty.one and bachelor when he mar
ried her, and she was an old maid of thirty
seven-a Miss Rosencranz. She lived with
him for thirty.seven years and was bis secre-
tary, his con6dant, his oracle, his inspiration,
all those years. He had an unconquerable
antipathy to writing, and nine.tenths of the
letters signed by his name were written by
her hand She wrote a clear, open manu-
script, with rounded letters, and her diction
was elegant and at the same time unstuded.
She has kept her frmness of hand to this
date, and letter which l saw from her the
other day was as legible and even in its lines
as if it were written by young man. She
could initiate bis signature with exactness,
and half the autographs Of "Benj jamin F.
Wade" that are scattered through the coun-
try we're her own. She franked his docu-
ments, revised his speeches and did the work
of private secretary better than any man
could have done it. Senator Wade had also
dread of drudgery, but she cheerfully assumed
it all. When he had on hand a great speech
it was she who hunted up the authorities
which he referred her to, and furnished the
materials, while be did the work of assimilat.
ing and systematizing the facts she brought
to his hands. Her tact, her patience, her in
dustry, and more than that, her rare judg-
ment and keen sense of political proprieties,
made him rich by having those qualities,
which she furnished, added to his own. There
was nothing in the long and busy life be led
that did not interest her and in which her
rare qualifications were not utilized. He
took no important step without consulting
her, and her appreciation would, in his mind,
balance the disapprobation Of the world, and
justified any act that he performed.


SONG BIRDS OF THE WEsT.-The wild
western portion of our country is as we'll sup
piled with feathered songsters as the more
civilized eastern section, and that in secluded
dell or dreary desert, where seldom heard by
human ear thay nevertheless sing as paYlY