Year: 1873

WALL STREET N AucUsT.-IIow TIE BRoK


ERS BEAR TIE lIET.-Wall street during
these midsummer days presents an appear
ance Of proStration and collapse that is more
or less pathetic Every body who Is not out
of town wants To De, and there Is an air Of
las,itude and disposition to wilt peryading
those who remain, and extending into the
Exchange and expressing the Gold Room and
taking the starch ont of prime book keepers
and all the snap ont of brisk clerks, strip
ping the bulls of their buster, and the bears
Of their owly wisdom Bold operators sit
in brokers parlorand watch the ticker with
detected air, and wonder between yawn-,
whether Pacific Mail won't -stiiicn up bit
in September Then they take of their


collars. 80 as not to check the perpiration.
and discuss the Saratoga races and wish 1t
was time to have their boots BACKED and 90
home Now and then somebody comes in
who hasn't seen the thermometer. and begins


to talk stocks and mentions that Rufus
Hatch thinks well of Pacific Mail, and then
the names of Rufus Hatch and Pacific Mail
float ont through the open windows in com
Uany with disrespectful adiectiye>. while
somebody begins to tell big, comfortable
looking fellow with an auburn mustache.
who has Just returned from Saratoga. how


many hundred pounds Of blue fish somebody
had caught at Plum Cut, and the big man
authorizes the other man (vcrbally) 20 bet
his friend $50 that he lies. Most every one


except the biz man looks worn ont and
weary and detected, but he Is sanhurned,
and has that fresh. salt look peculiar To those
who have been spending their summer on
the water, particularly Saratoga water and
in reply to a question regarding the reported
III health of the Commodore, saving that he


IS seated on the front piazza, with his legS
on the table. a cigar in his mouth. and fifteen
or twenty years Of life spread ont before
him, and Is a~ comfortable as can be expect
ed under the circumStances-only tins must
he kept secret till he's realized IN the decline
Now and then of course. there Is a tranSac-
ton in stocks. The brokers will prop them
selves upon the angle of an iron railing, and
loll and vawn and sway about trying to get
into comfortable positions. and mop their
faces. and chin, and perspire, and get red
in the face. till finally one OF them sells, and
the other buys hundred shares OF some
stock. and they get out their little pads and
record the transaction by the sweat OF their
brows. and then they turn and melt away IN
the distance. with the air of two men VINO
have saved four cords Of hard wood and
earned S34. and where they 60 nobody ever
cares, but probably into thecountry, because
when they come back towards night they
smelt of mint People move slowly about
the streets and wear short linen coats, old
straw hats or preposterous looking helmets
and try to seem cooler than they feel. only
they don't fool anybody who Is keen OBJ
server or notes the frequent repetition Of Mr..
Beechcr'S celebrated text. In short. it IS
duh and slow and midsummery, and 1t Is
the universal wish that school wouldn' keep,
but it does. and there Is every day lean
and hungry shadow of business kept up Just
for show in the dog days.-N. y Uorld.