_Dan_—Dear Violet, if Sim comes to-day, and strives to coerce you,
scream to the peak of your lungs, and terrify and threaten to expose
him. I love you so devoutly, that I cannot live if he continues to
molest you. I have already expelled your _Friend_ from the Island. My
affection for my fair Violet has the intensity of Othello’s for
Desdemona, ere Iago maddened the honest Moor with fatal jealousy.
_Violet_—Simeon Draper threatens to have me suspended. He got me my
situation as Matron, and as he has been a Governor much longer than
you, and as himself and Richard B. Connolly have long controlled the
Island, had I not better be a little familiar with Simeon, so that I
will not arouse his wrath to such intensity as to peril my situation
as Matron? Please view these matters with discretion, my noble Daniel.
_Dan_—I can’t consider them for a moment. Draper may be powerful, but
he has not the might and wealth of the Tiemanns and Coopers. So, don’t
be alarmed, dear Violet. Myself and Peter Cooper can protect you
against the world. When did Simeon threaten to suspend you?
_Violet_—Yesterday.
_Dan_—Did he assign the cause?
_Violet_—Because he thinks I love you better than him.
_Dan_—How did he learn my intimacy with you?
_Violet_—When you came to see me last week, he was sitting on the sofa
with me, while you knocked at the door.
_Dan_—Good gracious! And where did he go when I entered?
_Violet_—He ran into the bed room, and got under the bed.
_Dan_—Thunder and lightning! O, if I had only caught him. And why did
you not tell me, my constant Violet?
_Violet_—Because I feared you would kill him.
_Dan_—You were right, and exercised great prudence, and probably saved
his life, as I might have slain him. (Paces the room in great
agitation.) Gods! I feel murderous! When do you again expect him?
_Violet_—Never, as he emerged from under the bed in great anger, after
you left, and cursed me long and fearfully, for keeping him under the
bed so long, while you were permitted to enjoy the beauties of my
person.
_Dan_—What did he threaten when he left?
_Violet_—To have me suspended immediately.
_Dan_—I dare him to make the attempt. I would spend my last dollar to
have you reinstated. And I will instantly depart for the city, and put
wires in motion that will paralize his wicked purpose.
_Violet_—I fear you are too late, as he left in a desperate rage, and
has probably decapitated my Matron head already.
_Dan_—I, too, am in a furious rage, and I am resolved to defeat his
unhallowed project. So, a sweet adieu, my lovely Violet, and when we
meet again, we’ll embrace and entwine our forms and hearts with
unwonted hilarity and fervor.
_Violet_—(Weeping). Good-by, sir.
_Dan_—And why do you weep, my fair and gentle lady? Have I offended
thee, sweet angel?
_Violet_—No, but you were going to leave me without your wonted kiss.
_Dan_—O, my pretty and tender Violet, do forgive my cruel mental
absence. For my distracted mind was riveted on Simeon’s plots to
destroy you. So, there, (kissing her), and there, and there, and—
_Violet_—That will suffice. I fear your enthusiastic and endless
kisses will again threaten me with strangulation. O, Daniel! Daniel!
thou art a dear and fervent lover, and I do hope you will return
to-morrow, and pass the night with thy devoted, and pensive, and
lonely Violet!
_Dan_—I will—I will:
And now a very brief adieu,
While I Sim Draper do pursue.
(He goes towards the shore, and she fastens her tearful eyes on his
prancing form, until it fades from her dismal view, and she retires to
her lonely apartment, and weeps like the wretched Niobe.)
(To be continued.)
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_Stephen H. Branch’s Alligator._
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=NEW YORK, SATURDAY, JULY 24, 1858.=
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STEPHEN H. BRANCH’S “ALLIGATOR” can be obtained at all hours, at
wholesale and retail, at No. 114 Nassau Street, (Second Story), near
Ann Street, New York.
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=My Indictment for Libel.=
When I was a little boy, a classic youth passed me, on a bright summer
day, in Westminster street, in Providence, Rhode Island, whose name
was Sylvester S. Southworth. His cheeks were so rosy, and his form so
beautiful, and his face so graceful, that I paused and gazed until he
descended my farthest horizon. In later years, I formed his
acquaintance, and he became my friend, and in all my vicissitudes, he
has evinced the fidelity of an affectionate brother. When William Tell
was about to hurl an arrow at the temples of his child, he inquired,
in the presence of Gesler: “Have I a friend here?” when a brave youth
leaped forth, and exclaimed: “Yes, Tell, you have,” which thrilled the
populace with delight, and made Gesler tremble. On Wednesday last,
when in custody of the Sheriff, and in pursuit of bail, I looked in
the direction of Heaven, and I could see a friend there, in the spirit
of my lamented Father, but in the cheerless pavement, and in the cold
faces of the multitude, I could discern no friend, and my poor heart
was bereft of its wonted buoyancy. But when Mr. Joyce, the kind
hearted Sheriff, accompanied me to the editorial room of Sylvester S.
Southworth, of the _New York Mercury_, and I inquired: “Have I a
friend here?” he sprang and seized my hands, and exclaimed: “Yes,
Branch, you have,” and he became my bail, and my heart bounded from
the gloom of a dungeon, to the liberty of a mountain. For twenty
years, I have gratuitously written for the public journals of New
York. For seven years, I wrote the Reports of Alfred Carson, against
Municipal thieves, including Mayor Tiemann, who was then an Alderman.
For two years, I pursued George W. Matsell, Richard B. Connolly,
George H. Purser, and other perjured aliens. What I have suffered
through severe toil and illness and penury, in my pursuit of public
plunderers, and unnaturalized aliens, no inspired mind can ever truly
describe. For three months past, I have exposed such bogus
philanthropists and public thieves and rakes as Peter Cooper and Mayor
Tiemann and Simeon Draper. And I most solemnly swear, that I will
never cease my exposition of public robbers and villains of every
grade, until the arrow of death penetrates the core of my heart. The
Press and the People may conspire against me, and a Jury may soon
consign me to the solitude of a dungeon, but while I enjoy the
blessings of liberty, I will hurl shafts of political death at such
monsters as Cooper and Tiemann and Draper, who have bamboozled and
plundered the people for thirty successive years. So, come on, ye
incarnate demons, and (through power and gold and bribes, and packed
juries, and your official vassals and ruffians,) drag your victim to a
prison or the scaffold, but God has erected a wall between you and my
soul, that the sabres and bullets and verdicts of your hired assassins
can never penetrate.
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=Pirates on the Captive and Pauper and Crazy Islands.=
Gov. Anderson recently officially declared, that Gov. Isaac J. Oliver
was a public robber. So that we have plunderers and Mistresses and
Rakes on Randall’s and the adjacent isles. I thought I felt the shock
of an earthquake last night. O God! thou art most forbearing, to spare
the Tiemanns and Olivers so long. And if one of Thy most awful
physical visitations should level the habitations of these two wicked
men, do, O do spare their spotless wives and precious little ones.
Read, citizens, read, and go home at sunset, and bar your doors, and
do not permit your wives and lovely daughters to leave your presence,
after the first pretty little star appears. And warn them to beware of
the Tiemanns and Olivers, when they cross their path, as poison and
death are in their gaze, and amorous and thievish motions.
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_From the New York Tribune of July 7._
“_An Episode—How Contracts are Awarded_— In the course of a
controversy about the iron work of the Island Hospital, some remarks
passed between Messrs. Oliver and Anderson more piquant than polite.
Gov. Anderson said he did not want to hold any intercourse with so
corrupt a man. Gov. Oliver would not take any notice of such language,
except to hurl it back with scorn in the teeth of the one that uttered
it. He dared any one to name a single fact that would show that he was
corrupt. Gov. Anderson said that he was guilty of a very corrupt act
when, in opening the bids for certain iron work, he endeavored to
induce his fellow members on the Committee to give the contract to a
man who was not the lowest bidder, more especially as they had since
discovered that two of that bidder’s tools—one of them his foreman,
and the other a Methodist parson in his interest—were among the
bidders.
Gov. Oliver said he did not know anything about these two men; the
reason he urged that the contract be awarded to his friend was because
he liked to serve his friends, as the other Governors did theirs,
(here several Governors protested against their names being called in
question,) and because the lowest bidder did not do business in the
city. Some other words passed between Messrs. Anderson and Oliver,
evidently very much to the annoyance of the other members of the
Board, who kept nervously remonstrating, and tried repeatedly, but in
vain, to get the Board to adjourn.
The discussion wound up by Gov. Oliver asserting that if any charges
could be brought against his integrity, he hoped they would be
referred to a Committee; either he or Gov. Anderson was evidently
unfit to sit in the Board.
Gov. Anderson said he was quite willing to refer the matter to a fair
Committee, and if he did not substantiate the charge of corruption
against Oliver, he would resign, provided that Oliver agreed, in case
the charge was proved, to leave the Board.
At this interesting juncture, an indignant demand for adjournment from
Gov. Maloney prevailed, and the troubled waters once more resumed
their wonted tranquillity.
Subsequently the members opened the bids for the iron work on the
Island Hospital. There were six bids, the highest being $26,875; the
lowest, by J. B. & W. W. Cornell, $18,364.”
Gov. Anderson assures me that Oliver is a very corrupt man, and that
he will soon give me the evidence of his corruption, which I will
publish as soon as I receive it. The firemen will grieve to learn that
Gov. Anderson, their faithful Ex-Chief Engineer, is indisposed, and
seeks the bracing air of Long Island for his restoration. Anderson and
Carson led the firemen long and bravely, and of the million
inhabitants around us, there are no two gallant spirits whom I more
profoundly revere than Cornelius V. Anderson and Alfred Carson. Both
are the soul of chivalry and honor. And may they ever prosper, and be
healthy and happy, and be warmly cherished by the firemen and by all
good citizens.
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_From the New York Express of Tuesday last._
“A NOVEL REGATTA.—Last Saturday afternoon, quite a novel exhibition of
aquatic skill came off at Blackwell’s Island, on the occasion of a
boat race, gotten up under the auspices of some of the Governors of
the Alms House. The boats are six oared barges used for conveying
passengers from the various institutions on the Island to New York.
The following were the entries which competed for sweepstakes:
Boat manned by ent. money
Alms House vagrants $5
Work House paupers 5
Penitentiary thieves 5
Lunatic Asylum lunatics 5
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Sweepstakes $20
The race was around Blackwell’s Island, a distance of four miles,
starting from a stake-boat moored off the Penitentiary wharf. The race
was witnessed by the Governors and friends, and a large number of
spectators on New York side of the East River. The Work House boat
came in victor.
After the race, Governors B. F. Pinckney, P. G. Maloney, and Isaac J.
Oliver, with a large number of invited guests, sat down to a jolly
good dinner, furnished by order of the Governors, at the Lunatic
Asylum. The tables were supplied with every delicacy of the season,
with an abundant supply of brandies, wines, champagne, &c. It has been
hinted by some malicious persons, that the proceedings at table were
worthy of the place where the feast was held.”
These cruel and lazy Governors must have looked funny, sprawled on the
velvet banks, with public rum and segars in their bladders and jaws,
and obscenity and blasphemy in their filthy mouths, gazing at the
unfortunate creatures, (rowing for their lives beneath a burning sun,)
whom the public kindly placed under their supervision. What a gang of
drones, and thieves, and squanderers, and unblushing scamps! O that
Maloney and Pinckney and Oliver could be made to earn, by hard labor,
a tithe of the thousands they rifle from the honest and industrious
classes.
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The HARPERS are dead! They have played their last card, and sung their
last lay! Their death was horrible and harrowing to their friends.
Read their melancholy and most deplorable Obituary, on the first page
of their _Weekly_ Journal of July 10, which contains the sprawling
likeness of James Gordon Bennett, with a most glorious coat of
whitewash over the sweet form of Helen Jewett, and a host of black
mail imps and slaughtered victims of his vengeance and cupidity. Read,
O read, and behold the price of a puff, and weep over the
irrecoverable downfall of the Harpers, including James, the
unnaturalized Englishman, who was an American Mayor! O, jokers and
thimble riggers! where are you? Appear! appear! appear! and strive to
crush your rivals!
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=All is not sung from pious lung!=
Mayor Tiemann is an Episcopalian:
If high or low,
Dam if I know,
Though deeds will show,
As vane the blow.
The Harpers are smooth and quiet Methodists,
And value pence
More than defence
Of sacred Altars,
Or pious paupers.
Gov. Oliver is a rough and noisy Methodist,
And blows wind like a bellows
To many verdant fellows,
While in Pauper contracts,
He seeks Robbers’ barracks.
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=The Police and Public Robbers.=
Now that Captains Leonard and Dowling are reinstated, and as new
brooms sweep mighty clean, and as they will probably make more arrests
and rip up more rascality than their associates during the next two
months, I will direct their attention to the tax books, to ascertain
the amount of taxes paid by De Forest and Tisdale before they
established the Hunter Woodis Society. Also, what their associates
paid. Accredited rumor says that all the members of the Hunter Woodis
Society were drones and paupers before they began to collect indigent
funds for the Hunter Woodis Society, and before they cunningly devised
(in connection with Cooper, Tiemann, Gerard, and others) the Calico
Balls at the Academy of Music and Crystal Palace. They now have their
carriages, (gold and silver mounted,) and fast horses, and elegant
mansions, and have even had the silly boldness to open an Ice Cream
and Lager Bier Saloon, on a scale of dazzling splendor and
unprecedented area, that would fascinate the Frenchman, and bewilder
the German, and will astonish the American. So, just examine the tax
books, Leonard and Dowling, and give me the startling statistics, and
I will publish them. And I’ll bet largely in advance, that they were
paupers until they stole and appropriated the fascinating and noble
name of Woodis, to consummate their unhallowed schemes, to rob the
Poor of the Metropolis. “That’s all,” as Dr. Wallace too often says at
the close of his Junius editorials in the _Herald_:
O Doctor, Doctor, Doctor!
You are a funny Proctor!
O De Forest and Tisdale,
You’ll soon have worms, and grow pale.
Leonard and Dowling: To your task,
And in my rays, you yet may bask.
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Advertisements—25 Cents a line.
Credit—From two to four seconds, or as long as the Advertiser can hold
his breath! Letters and Advertisements to be left at No. 114 Nassau
street, second story, front room.
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NOTICE TO FARMERS AND MARKET GARDENERS.—CITY INSPECTOR’S DEPARTMENT,
New York, June 16, 1858.—In conformity with the following resolution,
the space therein mentioned will be permitted to be used as a place,
by farmers and gardeners, for the sale of vegetables and garden
produce, until the hour of 12 o’clock, M., daily—the use to be free of
charge:
Resolved, That permission be, and is hereby, given to farmers and
market gardeners, to occupy daily, until 12 M., free of charge, the
vacant space of the northern and southern extremities of the
intersection of Broadway and Sixth avenue, between Thirty-second and
Thirty-fifth streets, without infringing upon the streets which the
said space intersects, for the purpose only of selling vegetables and
market produce, of their own farms or gardens, under the supervision
of the City Inspector.
Also, by resolution of the Common Council, The use of Gouverneur slip
is granted to farmers and gardeners for the sale of produce from
wagons.
GEO W. MORTON, City Inspector.
JOSEPH CANNING, Sup’t of Markets.
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NOTICE—TO PERSONS KEEPING SWINE, OWNERS OF PROPERTY WHERE THE SAME MAY
BE KEPT, AND ALL OTHERS INTERESTED. At a meeting of the Mayor and
Commissioners of Health, held at the City Hall of the City of New
York, Friday, June 18th, 1858, the following preamble and resolutions
were adopted:
Whereas, A large number of swine are kept in various portions of the
city; and whereas, it is the general practice of persons so keeping
swine, to boil offal and kitchen refuse and garbage, whereby a highly
offensive and dangerous nuisance is created, therefore, be it
Resolved. That this Board, of the Mayor and Commissioners of Health,
deeming swine kept south of (86th) street, in this city, to be
creative of a nuisance and detrimental to the public health,
therefore, the City Inspector be, and he is hereby, authorized and
directed to take, seize, and remove from any and all places and
premises, all and every swine found or kept on any premises in any
place in the city of New York southerly of said street, and to cause
all such swine to be removed to the Public Pound, or other suitable
place beyond the limits of the city or northerly of said street, and
to cause all premises or places wherein, or on which, said swine may
have been so found or kept, to be thoroughly cleaned and purified as
the City Inspector shall deem necessary to secure the preservation of
the public health, and that all expenses incurred thereby constitute a
lien on the lot, lots or premises from which said nuisance shall have
been abated or removed.
Resolved, That the foregoing resolutions shall take effect from and
after the first day of July next, and that public notice be given of
the same by publication in the Corporation papers to that date, and
that notice may be given to persons keeping swine by circulars
delivered on the premises, and that all violations of this order be
prosecuted by the proper legal authorities, on complaint from the City
Inspector or his officers.
CITY INSPECTOR’S DEPARTMENT,}
New York, June 18, 1858.}
All persons keeping swine, or upon whose property or premises the same
may be kept, are hereby notified that the above resolutions will be
strictly enforced from and after the first day of July next.
GEO. W. MORTON, City Inspector.
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FRANCIS B. BALDWIN, WHOLESALE and RETAIL CLOTHING & FURNISHING
WAREHOUSE, 70 and 72 Bowery, between Canal and Hester sts., New York.
Large and elegant assortment of Youths’ and Boys’ Clothing.
F. B. BALDWIN,
J. G. BARNUM.
F. B. BALDWIN has just opened his New and Immense Establishment. THE
LARGEST IN THE CITY! An entire New Stock of GENTLEMEN’S, YOUTH’S and
CHILDREN’S CLOTHING, recently manufactured by the best workmen in the
city, is now opened for inspection. Also, a superior stock of
FURNISHING GOODS. All articles are of the Best Quality, and having
been purchased during the crisis, WILL BE SOLD VERY LOW! The Custom
Department contains the greatest variety of CLOTHS, CASSIMERES, and
VESTINGS.
Mr. BALDWIN has associated with him Mr. J. G. BARNUM, who has had
great experience in the business, having been thirty years connected
with the leading Clothing Establishments of the city.
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THOMAS A. DUNN, 506 Eighth Avenue, has a very choice assortment of
Wines, Brandies, Cordials, and Segars, which he will sell at prices
that will yield a fair profit. All my democratic friends, and my
immediate associates in the Boards of Aldermen and Councilmen are
respectfully invited to call in their rambles through Eighth Avenue,
and enjoy a good Havana segar, and nice, sparkling champagne, and very
exhilarating brandy. For the segars, I will charge my political
friends and associates only five pence each, and for the brandy only
ten pence per half gill, and for the champagne only four shillings a
glass, or two dollars a bottle.
So call, kind friends, and sing a glee,
And laugh and smoke and drink with me,
Sweet Sangaree
Till you can’t see:
(_Chorus_—At your expense!
Which pays my rents,)
For my fingers do you see
O’er my nose gyrating free?
THOMAS A. DUNN, No. 506 Eighth avenue.
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JAMES DONNELLY’S COAL YARD,—Twenty-sixth street and Second Avenue. I
always have all kinds of coal on hand, and of the very best quality,
which I will sell as low as any other coal dealer in the United
States.