The New York Herald Newspaper, May 10, 1873, Page 5

CENTRAL ASIA. Tho Russian Expedition Against Khiva—Ob- jects, Plans and Prospects of the Campaign. European Progress Encoun- ters Asiatic Reaction. A General Review of the Imperialist and Other Interests in the Territory of the Khanate. GOOD QUALITIES OF RUSSIAN SOLDIERS. A Herald Correspondent’s Observations at the Boundary which Separates Western Civilization from Eastern Barbarism. The labor which I have undertaken is one fraught with difficulty and danger. The absolute refusal of the Russian authorities to countenance the presence either of English, German or Amcri- oan correspondents—a refusa) never for a moment relaxed—has, of necessity, placed great weight ‘upon my shoulders. I shall, however, do my best to carry it successfully. But, at the outset, I must not be accused of want of clearness or candor if I ‘am sometimes vague as to the exact dates of my Jetters or the places whence they are forwarded to you. The shadow of doom is deepening over Khiva. It Ww towards the end of March when, my plans being formed, 1 start on my journey. The frost, which delays the march of the columns, Makes the roads firm for the transport of matériel; and North and South, East and West, preparations are going on with a silent, deadly accuracy, as full of sinister meaning as the tap of hammer and mallet wpon the unfinished scaffold in the stillness of the night before an _ execution. ‘And the general tone of public feeling amply bears ut the comparison. There is no boasting or ex- ultation—only a quiet, stern satisfaction, such as men may feel on witnessing the punishment of a @angerous malefactor. No one can say that the blow has come too soon. Twice has the Khan been marked out for destruction, and twice have cir- cumstances intervened to delay the stroke; but now his time is come, and he must go. The safety ‘of India does not depend upon the impunity of a gang of banditti nearly two thousand miles away. When a man sweeps the snow from your doorstep you do not usually begin by asking whether he did eo with the view of breaking into your house; and when the highways of Central Asia are cleared of the ruffians who now obstruct them it willbe time enough to begin shuddering in anticipation over dangera that may never occur. No Man can clog the wheels of the world’s progress with impunity. The theory that man lives not for himself, but for the State, has little weight in the East while pro- mulgated only by unarmed missionaries and soli- tary travellers; but when preached in the thunder of cannon and pointed by the lunge of bayonets it becomes wondertully convincing. And such preach- (ng—cruel as it may seem to say so—must have its Way if the world is to advance. When I stood, eighteen months ago, on the verge of the plain of Jericho, and watched the black swirl of the Jordan rushing headlong into the pulseless crystal of the Dead Sea, I saw a true type of the two great divis- tons of mankind. The history of the European faces flows like a mighty river—turbid, indeed, violent, dark with war and revolution, but still fer- tilizing, full of life, forever moving onward. The Semitic world lies like a tideless lake—vast, deep, beautiful to look upon, but inert and useless asa buried treasure. That the two may perform their appointed work they must thoroughly amaiga- mate, but the time for such fusion is not as yet. And these STALWART FELLOWS IN GRAY FRIEZE, who are lounging under my window as I write, are Bo unworthy pioneers of such a mission. It is too much the fashion nowadays to undervalue the Rus- sian soldier. He is not comely te look upon, this square, Jow-browed, heavy-looking man from the far North; but he has a dogged courage, a grim, uncomplaining endurance, a quiet power of ebe- @ience to the death worthy of Regulus or Leonidas. I have spoken with the last survivors of those who stood in the great redoubt of Borodin and rode in the van of the crowning charge of Leipzig, and fully appreciate the remark of Frederick the Great after Zorndor!, “When you fight a Russian you have to kill him first and strike him down afterwards.’ Years ago I sat side by side with one of the stoutest Soldiers that Russia has produced, to watch a play representing one of the last battles with the Cir- cassians. e black, tomblike gorge, half revealed by the fitful moonlight—the ghostly silence, broken suddenly by the thunder of charg- ing hoofs—the wild yell and headlong rush of the mail-clad cavalry—the nok firmness of the gray- coated ranks behind their hedge of steel, from which burst ever and anon the fash and crack of the fatal musketry—the sudden scattering of the ‘Tcherkesse squadrons, and their spectral disap- arance into the shadows of the mountains— re was a volume of history in that one spectacle! And so, apparently, thought the veteran beside me, who, passing his hand over the scar of the Circassian sabre, muttered in grim approval, “That's right, my boys, stand firm!"’ WHAT IS THE RUSSIAN PLAN? AS regards the advance of three columns upon Khiva, the general opinion seems to be that the Krasnovodsk column will arrive first, the Tashkent second and the Orenburg ‘‘a bad third,” the latter having to traverse a very dificult country, by the same route which General Perovski’s reverse in 1839 has made so disastrously memorabie. The Tashkent column, which has started by this time, ‘will move westward along the Kapkantash range, striking the Oxus, probably near Kipt- chak, some distance to the north of Khiva. It was rumored in Moscow when I left that the Krasnovodsk column was to start not from Krasnovodsk, but further te the south, via Astrabad and the valley of the Attreck—a longer but infinitely preferable route, lying through a friendly and fertile territory—instead of the dreary sands of the Kara-Koum. The whole force wiil probably muster about 12,000 men—amply sufl- tient in the eyes of those who remember with what handfuls of men the Russians won the batties LA ae and iy ae afew years ago. But ese points I shall have 1 gay shortly. As regards Khiva itself, vory Hiette eeehas to be really known, and that little 18 of so contradictery ® character as to amount to virtually nothing. Danilevski and Vambéry differ widely respect: ig the population, the one estimating it at not more than 3,000 or 4,000 souls, while the other Speaks of the town as containing 4,000 houses and upwards of 20,000 inhabitants, M. Dantlevski mentions twelve gates, M. Vambéry ly oine, In M. Khanikof’s pian of the town the outer wallis marked as6 feet high by 7 feei thick at the base, and surrounded by a deep moat; while M. Danilevski gives the wallthe heignt of 28 feet, witha thickness of 25, id gays nothing of any moat whatever. In a word, the only facts which can be considered as definitely ascertained ting’ this mysterious place are, that it is @small Asiatic town of the ordinary type, con- sisting of baked bad houses surrounded by little gardens and containing 17 mosques, 22 schools and 200 shops; that it is surround by a wai tour miles in extent, within which another wall with a circuit oi about a mile forms the citadel, enclosing Khan’s palace and other public buildings, Since the alarm of the Russian invasion began to epread efforts have been made to strengthen the fortifications, iand guns have been mounted upon the various towers; but if the walls be of the game pattern as those which I have seen in the fenced cities of Arabia or of Northern Palestine Bll that the invaders will need to do is to let the Khivans fire their first salvo, and then rush in as the ramparts of Khiva, like those of Jericho, { Jall down flat before them. WILL THRY SUBMIT? Various reports are afloat, Some confidently assert that the Khivans are only waiting till the last moment to make their submission, and that the tewn will in all probability surrender without Oring @ shot. Others maintain that the Khan will insare his own safety by fying to Meshed and seek- ing shelter there. For ces I place no great ith in either theory. The race whose hand is against every man are not the men to yield with- out a blow; and the spirit of the ancient Uzbegs— * “the lords of all that passed through the desert"’— Sh a im their descendant, the tall, swarthy, een-eyed, impetuous young man of twenty-eight ‘who now sits on the throne of Khiva. If he can ver mete beth to fly without fighting, or come Sultan of Kouldja did in 1871—to place jis turban in the hands of his conqueror I have fot read him aright. A RUSSIAN RESTAURANT, But ket us droo into a trakwer, or eating } with NEW YORK HERALD, SATURDAY, MAY 10, 1873—TRIPLE SHEET, the feet in houses the moi 8 with ‘Metal roofs; past queer little skops like Ragas rctrae Set aes nant out o! hawkers @ and ki of cabmen with and low crowned Lig Aaemey 3 til at length 1 sight the painted of the » ney through @ double door inte @ long, low, crowded room, am relieved of my coat and cap by @ air of nimble hands, and hear @ shrill voice utter- Ig the customary salutation—‘Be happy, master; what are you graciously leased to command On the present occasion 1am graciously pleased to command “a glass of tea,” which speedily ap- pears under the following manipulation:—The waiter—a bullet-headed Tartar boy, with a fat, wide-mouthed face, not unlike a penny with a hoie through it—produces a large teapot full of warm water and a smaller one tull of tea, pours from each in turn till the glass 1s filled, launches a slice of lemon upon it like a Monitor, presents me with four lumps of sugar in @ saueer, and pro- nounces the cabalistic “Gotovo” (ready), which implies that I am to fall to. While sipping tea 1 have leisure to note the surroundin, which are certainly anything but luxurious. The floor is ES enough to skate upon; the walls, larded the steam of countless cabbage soups, glisten like caterpiliars after a shower; the huge, smoke- blackened rafters stand out like the ribs of a whale, and the rough tabies are littered with bread crumbs, spilled tea, pipe ashes and blobs of grease in way that would drive a Dutch housewife to distrac- tion, But the Aavitués are a rare study, neverthe- less. On my left sits a Russian peasantin a tatvered sheepskin, sipping tea and nibbling sugar turn- about, with a look of indolent enjoyment in every line of his sallow, low-browed, patient, indomita- bie face. On my right, $ suis,” appears squat, broad-shouldered Finn, whose round put face and thick yellow hair are L mragag'y irra g live of an overbolled apple dumpling. A little fur- ther on, sapping vigorously at a bow! of steamin: shichee—cabbage soup—is @ grim old retire soldier in y frieze, who has lost his nose by a frost bite, Just in front of me, over an enormous dish of boiled beef, sit three huge, red-faced, un- couth-looking, fel!ows, who, in England, would be taken for porters or draymen, but here are three of the richest merchants in town. It is from them that the first mention of the subject comes. WHAT THE PEOPLE CHATTER, “1 tell you, brothers, I know all about it. My brother Stepan (Stephen), who was at Orenburg the other day, has just come back and he says that everything’s ready and that the column’s to start the moment the weather changes; and the Tash- kent column, they say, is eff already. The Basur- mani (Heathen) are going to catch it now, mark ye; they’ve bothered us long enot and their time’s come at last. Isn’t it_80, Ivan Petrovitch?” (John, the son of Peter.) Ivan Petrovitch, who seems to be of @ reserved turn of mind, answers only with a grunt; but the honorable member be- side him ventures to start an objection, “But, look you, Alexander Vasilievitch; suppose tne heathen shut themselves up in their strong cities and begin to defend themselves there, how will it ber? The look of grand, indulgent contempt cast upon him by No.1 is as good as a play to be- hold. “Acb, Dmitri Nikolatevitch! what do you know about it? Do you think that a pack of heathen dogs, who don’t believe in the true God, can know anything of fortilying or makin, war? For ‘shame! (Here Dmitri Nikolai- vitch looks consciously pulverized.) ‘And sup. posing they do shut themselves up wm thelr towns? Why, then, please God, we'll have a bom- bardirovanié (bombardment). The gusto with which he rolls out this big word 1s indescribable, and Ivan Petrovitch, evidently impressed by the tremendous polysyliabie, breaks silence with a timid ‘Tell me, please, Alexander Vasilievitch, what is a bombardment?” “I’ll tell you that in two words, brother,” answers the Oracle, with the calm condescension of superior knowledge. “When a town’s besieged the people inside dig little holes in the earth, called trenches, and burrow into them for shelter from the cannon balls, Then the people outside (the besiegers, you understand) fire great round things called bombs straight Py. in the air so as to Jail into these holes and choke them up, just aa outa put acork into a bottle, and when all the people in these trenches are smothered then the town gives in; and that’s called a bombardment! ““Gospedt pomtut!” (Lord have mercy) cries Ivan PetrOvitch, startied out of his usual composure, ‘what wonderiul things there are in the world. to be sure!” As I quit the trakteer w group of young sub- alterns come sauntering past, their smooth faces and merry laughter forming a curious foil to an- other picture that catches my eye the next mo- ment—an old Tartar chief, whose dark features jook doubly grim in their frame of snow-white hair, seated upon his little square carpet before a house en the otner side of the street. There, ina strange, weird contrast, are the two ages of Kus- sian history—on one side the railways and tele- gTaphs, the gold-laced uniforms and light drawing room persifiage of the nineteenth century ;on the other, the tameless guerilla of the Eastern deserts, the same in every feature as when his Jorefathers swept Russia as with a whirlwind 600 years ago. He replies courteously to my brief salutation, but without losing for a moment the grand impassi- bility which is the birthright of all Oriental races; and when I look back at the end of the street he is there still, In all my travelsI have seen few finer or more touching spectacles than this grand, lonely, irreclaimable old savage, lingering in the inidst of @ world which has long since outgrown and forgotten him. And here, on the BOUNDARY LINE OF THE EVERLASTING DESERT, this mau—the connecting link between a living and & dead world—is in his fitting place. There 18 no desolation like the great waste of Eastern Rus- sia—the gray unending wilderness which the Rus- sians expressively call “the bad steppe.” Other spots may be as lonely, but they have, at least, something to relieve them. The sea is of one color, but it has boundless life and motion. The eat plain of the Dnieper, lacking life and motion, as all the treasures of earthly coloring in its measureless weaith of fowers. ‘The very deserts of Arabia, grim and barren as they are, have a de- lusive life in the whirl of their driiting sands. But in the ghostly wastes of the Volga all this is wholly wanting. ie “bad steppe’’ has no dimpling sur- face, no waving grass, no Varied coloring, no isiets of verdure, nothing buta limitless waste of cold, gray moorland, like the winding sheet of a dead universe, Here, im all its fulness, is the tre- mendous passivity of nature, against which human genius and human energy are as nothing—a ated inaction, aa onward slowly, pon- lerously, remorselessly, like some monster of the elder world, and overwkelming man and all his inventions with a vast, brutal, soulless destruc- tion. In the presence of such a sight as this, one begins to appreciate the grim truthfulness of the old Pagan conceptions o1 nature—the colossal face, unchanging in its calm, passionless cruelty which looks down upon us from the gates of ancient Kast- ern temples, “What a scene for Zichy!”’ said I to myself, on taking my first look around from the hill; and, in- deed, I regret that the Russian government has not thought fit to send its greatest artist with this expedition, to paint as only he could do the splendid ortrait gallery which it would have opened to him. At the very name of Turkistan, all its va- ried types rise up again as I saw them years ago, when the forward stride of Russian conquest was still far distant. The tall, wiry Turkoman, with a latent vigor betraying itself in every line of his jong, gaunt limbs; the gnome-like Basukir, hir- sute and untamable as the four-footed ancestor assigned him by tradition; the beardiess nar- row-eyed Tartar; the mean-iooking Sart, and the shaggy-hatred, gipsy-like Dnouwana; the sav- age Kirghiz, with his hooked nose, coarse, matted hair, and glittering, rat-likxe eyes; the lean, leath- ery visage of the Kashgarin, with his huge, bat-like ears projecting from under the little saucer-shaped cap which erowns his narrow forehead; and, con- spicuous above all, the sleek, tiger-like beauty of the Afghan, with his flerce black eyes gleaming from beneath the shadow of his green turban and the shining hilt of his yatagnan standing out againas the spotiess whiteness of his long, hanging robe. The report that Russia has made concessions of territory to the Kirghiz of the Middle Horde, in or- der to keep them quiet during the Khivan cam- paign, is emphatically contradicted, The three columns are to make @ concentric advance upon Khiva, the forces under General Verevkin and Uol- onel Markosof acting as areserve. The total cost is pimared at 2,000,000 roubles ($15,000,000) - and in the event of any dlisaster the at tacking force will be able to fall back, like Colonel Markosoff last November, tipon ine of the Attreck forts and the strong post of Tchik- ishliar, 1 nave just made the Ree age of a traveller who is sald to have passe fh the Khivan territory from point to point, even spent some time in the Capital; and this evening I hope to get aM iy} prpaten from him which will occupy a prominent place in my next letter. I write this on the back of my valise, in the front room of a queer little post station. A courier nas just pulled up here and has agreed to take charge of my packet “for the smal! charge’ of twenty Ko- CK: jitveen cents) and @ glass of corn whiskey. f Thad a medium here to raise up the spirit of ‘Tenters, 1 would at once set him to work upon this ‘interior’—the low browed, smoke blackened raft- ers; they rough table with its big tea urn steaming in the middle and its. huge brown loaf lying like @ hassock at the side; the little loophole-like window, through which looms, in spectral glimpses, the great waste of snow out- side, and in the background a half open door, re- Yealing the postmaster’s own private sanctum. all its belongings; the huge, white-tiled Stove, with its sleeping place on the top; the enor- mous prairie of a bed, undulating in many-colored patchwork; the radely daubed “saint,” hanging on the wall, with @ candle burning in front of it and a pious cockroach making a laborious pilgrimage round its irame, and, in the farther corner, the iin- Mense ‘soondook,” or chest, painted bright red and clamped with iron, which is the Russian pea- sant’s ly pride. All these are familiar to me as old friends; and a fitting genius loct indeed is the little fuzzy-haired Cossack courier, with his round, oily cheeks puffed out by an "enormous mouthful of black bread, till he looks like the por- trait of some well fed national saint, with the steam of the tea urn curling round his head in a kind of glory. I wish I could have him photographed.as he sits. But all this time | am forgetting my TALK UPON KHIVA WITH THE OLD TRA Ihave named. The more I learn of this ex) ri ti the more I admire the skill and boldness with whiot its great natural difficulties have been faced and overcome, The actual distance of Ktiva from the Russian frontier is no very formidable to the hardy and enduring “Russki seldat;’’ but ie way in which itis bel about by the worst Tiwof Central Asia giye to it the same alister privilege by the robber-l ns of the or rs of the Leeward Islands. formant describes the Khanate a8 itself, according to him, lies some thirty miles to the west of the Oxus, and some 200 to the soath of its junction with the Sea of Aral, and trom what- ever point it may be approached—from the east, from the northwest, from the southwest—at least three days’ march must be made without finding & drop of surface water or a tult of vegetation. To carry food and water across such a region as this in sufficient quantity to supply & force of 10,000 or 16,000 men (the latter being probab! the truer estimate); to march up the di- visions ef an army irom three several points thousands of miles apart, 80 a8 to bring them all upon the ground at the same time, for the inflic- tion ol a swift, sure, crushing blow; to preserve uninterrupted communications through the very heart o. the desert, all this is no light task; and all this and more is being done at the present mo- ment, The hardest share bas undoubtedly fallen to the lot of the Orenburg column; and it is fortu- nate to have fallen into tne hands of such a master of transport as General Krijanovski, whose ar- Trangementg have been admirable throughout. Even in the very extent of the sphere of action there is something grandiose and imposing, One end of the long chain rests upon the confines of busy, bustling, civilized Europe, within sound of steam whistle and clicking telegraph; the other ts far away in the heart of dim, ancient, slumbrous, for- gotten Asia, where cameis plod through the desert as they plodaea in the days of Abraham, and the Pyramids of Tameriane look sombrely down upon the swift, dark stream of the Syr-Daria, Foot by foot the focal coil is rolling up its folds nearer and nearer and nearer, encircling the med strong- hoid with @ grasp that nothing can resist. And the stake is worth playing for, KAIVA, IN ITSELF, 18 INSIGNIFICANT enough; but the most 0 iticant States are those which form the milestones of history. A petty State in the south of Italy was the causa telerrima which embroiled Carthage with Rome. A little Syrian town haa the power to precipitate Europe upon Asia in an avalanche of ruin which lasted well-nigh two centuries. The possession of the Milanese was the prize for which Charles V. and Francis 1, contended during twenty-eight years o! bloody and almost uninterrupted warfare. ‘Over the dispuied heritage of the feebiest de- scendant of Philip the Second, six great States stood grappling for nearly half a generation; and, in our own age, the mosquito warrens of the Lower Danube (a region which Mr, Morris might fitly celebrate as “the devil’s earthly paradise”) have kindled three of the bloodiest and hardest fought struggles on record. And 80, too, Khiva, itself, judged by the results which gather round its fall, assumes a transcen- dent importance, The securing of an unbroken route inte the heart of Asia, the turning of the Oxus through its old channe! into the Caspian, the well-being of Kussian commerce in the East, the foundation of an-empire which shall extend from the mountains of Khorassan to the great wall of China—all this and mere hangs upon the reduction of @ slatterniy little town, with operant not exceeding that ef Schenectady or Utica. Khiva once taken and the flank of Russian Tarkestan se- cured once for all against the marauders who have so long infested it, the boundless resources of the great province will have free scope for their de- velopment. A well-watered and fertile territory, abounding in silk, fruit and various kinds of metals, is not likely to remain long unprofitable, especially now that the conanest of Kouldja has opened a safe cemmercial highway into Western China. With @ railway from Taskkent, via Samar- cand and Mery, to Teheran—with a lne of steamers on the Oxus and Jaxartes—with a tele- graph cable under the Caspian from Baku to rasnovodsk, and thence across the desert of Khiva as far as the Chinese frontier—with Khodjent turned into the seat of a vast silk manu- facture, and the new commercial treaty with Kashgar pouring caravan aiter caravan through the passes Of the Thian-Shan Mountains—it is dif- ficult to set bounds to the possible growth of Russian commerce in the far East. Already I begin to appreciate the truth of the words spoken to me five years ago by one of the ablest among the new masters of Central Asia. ‘When the resources of Turkestan come to be properly known, they will astound the whole world.” 1n the far future Muscovite statesmen behold the vision of a genes! age when Pekin shall clasp hands with St. etersburg—when the capitalists in Western Europe shall scramble for shares in the Grand Central Tashkent and Teheran Railway, aud all nations send their merchandise to the Great Industrial Exhibition of Samarcand, A JOKE, Before closing (as my friend, the Cossack, is not quite ready ee Imust just slip in a native joke, over which [heard the worthy postmaster crack- ing his sides about an hour ago :—A Russian officer, having done some service to an old peasant of some renown ag a sorcerer, the latter requited him by the ne of two magic roots, one of which would give him unparalleled success in shooting. the other in ishing. “For some time,” said the officer, when telling the story, ‘I just let the roots lie; but one day, when I was going out with my gun, I thought I’d take the ‘shooting root’ with me, just by way ofa joke. And sol did; but judge of my astonishment when, on getting into the wood, I couldn’t see a feather of game, while the whole ground was littered with trout and salmon. Thad taken the wrong root!” WHAT WILL THE KHAN DO? Ihave now got a much clearer conception than heretofore of the Khiva expedition—a conception which may filly be summed up as follows :— Ifind that the campaigu has commenced thus early in order to carry the troops across the desert while the weather is still cool, and give the three columns time to concentrate themselves within fair striking distance of the hostile capital; and then, when all is prepared, the final blow will be struck, A curious story 1s afloat to the effect that the Khivans have obtained fifteen rifled cannon of ote make, supposed to have been brought trom india, and that several Englisimen are actually serving in the Khan’s army, one of whom—a man of considerable ability—has lately received a high command fer the approaching campaign. Start- ling as all this sounds tt 1s by no means tmposaible, Ihave myself met with English deserters in far more unlikely sittations; and it was touching to see how, in the depth of their misery and degradation, witn the certainty of a shameful death staring them in the face if they ever set foot in England again, they could still brighten up with @ momentary flash of the old esprit corps on hearing of the feats of their old comrades in Bengal and Abyssinia. The prevalent opinion in military circles appears to be that the Knan will not resist a Voutrance—that he is merely holding on till the last moment in the hope of obtaining help from some quarter, or of seeing the expedition once more postponed; and that when he sees the Russian forces ‘actually en- camped within his borders and advancing upon his capital he will make a tardy submission. he expedition is universally spoken of as a mere tem- porary measure of punishment, without any ulte- rior views of territorial annexation; but this, in my opinion, is a mistake. To expect peace with Khiva on any terms short of absolate extinction is like expecting an English schoolboy to abstain from tarts, or a Californian miner from swearing. ‘“De- lenda est Khiva,"’ “I would gladly see,” said the author of ‘Frederick the Great’ to me the other day, when I went to take leave of him the other day, before quitting London, “I would gladly see every robber in Central Asia pitchforked out of it by Russian bayonets; and to that wish I can heartily say, Amen. RURAL RUSSIA. And now, a word as to my own tmmediate sur- roundings. I write from a genuine Russian village, made up of some scores Of little rough-hewn log huts, sown broadcast, as though a child Titan had tried to carry off a laptul of houses and kept dropping them by the way. The “interiors” are pretty much alike; the ceiling is a gymnasium of spiders, the wall a parade ground of earwigs, the floor a paste of mud, relieved by a lining of cock- roaches, and the whole concern, with its garrison of dogs, pigs, fowls, rats and unwashed human beings, looks like Noah's first Pina be at an ark, overcrowded by a false alarm of the Deluge, Just as I write the village is in the full swing of a gena- ine country fair, with all ite Picturesque minutia— grimy artisans i shee; in, munching tough ancakes that look like rolled up copy ks; brawny gendarmes sauntering about, with @ look of fatherly indulgence on their broad, heavy faces; muMed-up children, waddiing about like rolls of ‘cloth escaped from the tailor, and de- vouring with insatiable eyes the indigestible beauty of the Cakes and sweetmeats on the surrounding stalls; roynd-! women turbaned with scarlet handkerchieis, ahd piratical-looking dogs snifing nungrily about tn search of what they may devour; charcoal tea urns puiling away like miniature vol- bine haga bated groups of pig, ge atured ossacks, in huge clu caps of b sheepskin that look vert. much hike tarred “bbetlvest are laughing and shouting and pushing each other about, like overgrown schoolboys, A WRESTLING MarcH. Conspicuous among the throng is @ short, wiry, keen-eyed, business-like man in grey trieze, whom Tat once single out as a soldier, and such, indeed, he proves to be. I am just plunging into a talk with him, when a huge, half drunken peasant comes swaggering through the crowd and chai- lenges the public at large to wrestie a fall with him. While [I am debating the lawfulness of risking @ sprain, and consequent disablement from duty, for the honor of Western athietics, my little soldier coolly steps out against lim, to the manifest delight oi the crowd, whose sympathies are unmistakably with David and against Goliath. ‘The giant gives a disdainful f pad and closes, but he has met with his match, in vain does he hoist the little man off his feet againand again; in vain does he squeeze him against his mighty chest with atorce suilicient to make him as flat as a fashion- le novel; do What he will the professional stili comes “right side uppermost,’’ with a cool, confi- dent smile on his flushed face. At length the Colossus pauses, fairly exhauste Then we who are looking on see the little man's arms tighten suddenly, and the huge broad back bend slowly in- ward. It is so quietly done that there seems to be little strength in it; but all at once the giant's face turns bluish white, like a sheet of wet paper, and over he goes with aduil, helpless thud. ‘That last ip has done the business, The victor is fran- ically kissed and embraced by the enlightened ublic in sheepskin, and | reward him with a few opecks, thereby acquirin \dden importance in the eyes of the crowd, who “cap” me profusely, and are only to be got rid of by a liberal expendi- ture of curses and coppers. OPINIONS OF A VETERAN, “I wanted to go to Khiva myself,” says to mean old Russian officer, ‘but was not alowed; indeed, they refused even the son of the Minister of War. You see they want to send the young officers who have never been under fre, so as to train them. But, after all, Asiatic warfare is not a good school yrithons doubt 8! the ive way easily, and if they had to @ German or an lish army after several cam) 8 in Turkistan it would try them sorely. This Khiva campaign, however, will be a light affair, The first of our columns that enters the Khanate (which will most likely be the Kras- novodsk column) may have some hot work; but it won't last long. In my opinion, the whole thing willbe over and the army on its way home agai by, the end of September. You see we've got plenty of infantry this me, and that’s what the Asiatics really fear. Our cavalry’s not very good over there—the Cossacks of the Orenburg government, for example, are just clodhoppers on horseback; but they can’t stand our grenadiers, And I'll tell = another thing—it’s my belie! that, a8 soon a8 bramoff has got Samarcand to himself after Von Kaufmann’s departure, he'll oF ‘up an expedition of his own against Bokhara, Iserved under him for two years, and I know that he never loses the chance Ofa fight. It’s only 129 miles to march, and no foree there able to meet him. I would wager anything he does 1%,” A SCRANTON PANIC. ieerrenemee A Simple-Minded Depositor Causes a Heavy Ruan on the Scranton Trust Company—An Accident That Might Have Been Serious. SCRANTON, Pa., May 9, 1873. This city was the scene of great excitement this afternoon, A “run” was made on the Scranton Trust Company and Savings Bank, The managers of the institution are men of wealth, the most of whom are connected with the Delaware, Lacka- wanna and Western Railroad Company, such as Moses Taylor, Sam Sloan, John Brisbin, Thomas Dickson, H. 8S Pierce, W. W. Winton, Ira Tripp and H. B. Phelps. It appears that German, named Horn, who has but very little knowledge of the English language, wanted: to draw his money out of the bank. As most of the deposits of the institution are kept in New York and the First and Second National anks of this city, Cashier Mac- Millan gave Horn a check for $100 on the First National Bank of this city, which was aaron ag | presented to Cashier Linen. The cashier told Horn to procure a person to identify him. Horn misunderstood Cashier Linen’s orders, and thinking that the Scranton Trust Com- pany Was about to suspend payment he succeeded creating @ panic amon; i the German deposi- tors by informing them of the fact. The streets in the vicinity of the bank were thronged with an ex- eited crowd, loudly clamoring for their money. Some sharper went into the crowd circulating the story that the Trust Company had lost heavily by the failure of the Atlantic Bank a day or two ago, and that it was liable to go into bankruptcy in con- sequence, and so those of the German depositors who believed the story became temporarily insane and posted offin hot haste tor their ‘little monish,”’ and the bank became thronged and more than ehrongey: They couldn’t all get in, in fact, and so they stood out on the sidewalk in the rain awaiting their turn and getting laughed at by those who knew how they had been fooled into committing such folly. Twenty-five thousand dollars were pald out at three o'clock, when the bank closed, and $100,000 will reach here from New York to-night. The cashiers of other banks endeavored to pacify the terrified crowd, President Pierce takes the thin; od-naturedly, and says that they are prepared meet any demand that can be made upon them, It 1s worthy of note that while 80 many are draw- ing out the usual numher are making their regu- Jar deposists. Of course, the story about the loss by the Atlantic Bank is all moonshine, YACHTING. The New Schooner Yacht Ariel—Her Dimensions and Accommodations. The schooner yacht on the stocks at the yard of Messrs. Poillon Brothers, foot of Bridge street, Brooklyn, is 80 far progressed that she will be launched in a few days, possibly on the 14th inst, It has been decided by her owner, Commodore W. L. Swan, of the Seawanhaka Yacht Club, to name the craft Ariel, and as she in model is preeisely like the schooner Clio, built this season at the same yard, there is much interest among yachts- men as to their relative merits in the matter of speed and weatherly quaiities. The Ariel has been constructed in the very best manner, and materials used that will give her great strength, being much heavier than have been put in yachts of her class built by the same firm. Her dimensions are as follows :—Length of keel, 52 feet; length en water line, 57 feet 6 inches; length on deck, 62 feet; length over all, 70 feet; breadth ofbeam, 18 feet 7 inches; depth of hold, 6 feet. The frame ia ,of white oak, hackmatack, and locust, and fastened in the best style of work- manship. .The knees are of hackmatack, the Neen! of oak and the deck of white pine. The foremast and mainmast are in position, while all the spars are finished and ready to be used. The dimensions of these are :—Foremast, 58 feet; main- mast, 63 feet; foretopmast, 28 feet; maintopmast, 80 feet; mainboem, 45 feet; foreboom, 19 feet 6 inches; main gaff, 26 feet; fore gat, 19 feet; fying jibboom, 12 feet; bowsprit, outboard, 20 feet. The accommodations of the Ariel will be very ample and elegantly appointed. There will be three roomy staterooms, finished with hardwood trimmings and uphelscered in the prettiest imagin- able taste. The saloon is of very large size and hardwood finish of exquisite contrast will here be put in place, and the ewner intends that this cosey retreat shall be exceedingly pleasant, !f good taste and a liberal hand can effect it. The officers’ accommodations are commodtous and will also be nicely fitted up, while the forecastie is large and weil ventilated. The galley and pantry for a vessel ofthe Ariel’s dimensions are very roomy, and, in fact, from present indications, the inte- rior the yacht when finished will be surpassed by few of her class, Improvements of every nature have been introduced by Mr. Swan, particularly in what @ craft of this character desires in the plumbing line. All this work that is seen is highly ornamented, and Messrs. Bishop & O'Grady have been very successful in that portion furnished the retiring rooms, because of its simple and improved character, Every particle of space has been or will be utilized beiow, and on the di of launching the friends of the owner may form pretty correct opinion of what she will be in a few weeks. The Arie} will be added to the New York and At- lantic Club fleets, and it 1s rumored that she and the Clio, before the season is fully opened, will have a trial sail to test their respective meritsand to just get “the hang of things.” Yachting Notes. The sloop yacht Sadie, formerly the property of Mr. G. P. Russell, N.Y.Y.C., has been purchased by te ot Ford, of Yonkers, and will remain in the club. The sloop yacht Kaiser William has been pur- chased by Mr. H. A. Mott, of New London, a member of the Brooklyn Club, The annual meeting of the Union Yacht Club, of Long Island, ior the election of oficers, was held at the house of the organization, Gravesend Bay, last Wednesday evening, when the following were elected :—Commodore, Leffert Vanderbilt; Presi- dent, Stryker Williamson; Secretary, William H. Stilwell; Treasurer, ex-Commodore Keymer; Har- bor Magter, David Snedicor. ‘This club, though young, has about one hundred and fifty members and forty yachts. Three successful regattas have been heid, and all interested in the organization are satisfied that it is not an eeneerd but founded on a solid basis, amd will prosper. The new sloop yachts x-Commander Haight, and Emma T., Mr. Son, freadwell both and of the same model built by Munn, of Brooklyn, and dimensions, are finished. To-day the owners will for the first time give them a little trial, and, ag they will leave their anchorage off the foot of Court street together, much interest is manifested by the many yachtsmen familiar with the cireum- stances ag to the result. Brooklyu Yacht Club fleet. TROTTING IN BOSTON. BEACON PARK, TUESDAY, May 6.—Purse ¢ horses that neVer trotted better than 2:4 heats, best 3 in 5, in harness, A Webber names b. g. Honest Brock. 2 1 8 |. N. Woodard names b. 8. John Lambert M. Carroll names b. g. Captain. +3 2 D. Bigley, Jr., names Pi Grace. D, Bigiey names b. m, fle... J, Cudney names b. g. Peter Simple Time, 2:41—2:41—2:4014—2 424, A match for $50, single dash of a mile, was also trotted between the brown mare Lady Morris and black gelding Kangaroo. Mr, J. J, Bowen drove Kangaroo, who won the race handily in 2:45. THE PRIZE RING. Arthur Chambers vs. George Seddons. After frequent meetings and no little talk these Pugilists have agreed upon a stakeholder in the matter of their proposed fight on the 2ist instant, For a time it seemed that the selection of a person suitable to hold the stakes of $2,000 would prove an insurmountable obstacle, causmg the affair to end in @ fizzle; but late on Tuesday night @ satisfactory arrangement was made, and to-day the stakes will be transferred by the temporary Stakeholder to the hands of the permanent one. This portion of the business being finished, the principals tossed for choice of ground, which Chambers won, giving him the privilege, should he 80 desire, of going the entire distance of 600 miles from this city named in the articles of agree- ment. dence eta around A - fight between heed ‘wel wi ve a ter one, as since the; re ctive mer and been wil to bet on the results ni oe Both boats belong to the | cover the mutilated ART MATTERS, Novelties at Schaus’. Among new things now at Schaus’, 749 Broad- Way, is a heroic-aized bronze medallion of the late William H. Seward, designed by Mr. B. M. Pickett and cast at the mational fine art foundry of Mr. Maurice J. Power. The medallion possesses sev- eral of those merits which are commonly pro- nounced the best recommendations of works of this description, It is an emphatic expression of those traits in Mr. Seward’s character which achieved permanent representation in his face. His aquiline nose, solid head and vulturine aspect find very telling emboaiment, and the mechanical portion of the execution betrays no imperfections worth mentioning, Reference is due to a new oil painting by Mr. A. Cary Smith. The subject isthe yacht Vindex off Boston, and is treated with a mastery equal to that which the same artist has lately evinced in Several other pictures of the same order, Mr. Smith is less the interpreter of wind and wave than of those light and graceful ocean-skimmers to which the words yacht and yachting apply, and in connection with which the pending season seems about to renew 80 many inspiriting associations, Swelling sails and straining masts are essential to his enjoyment o! salt water, and it is only fair to admit that in this somewhat limited sphere he ts at present without any very fermidabie rival. ery infrequent is the appearance at any picture hall in this city ef a painting having the peculiar Ripe and degree of merit discernible in a landscape ol A. Achenbach, which deservedly occupies one the best places in Mr. Schaus’ little gallery. The locality is probably one of those fat Dutch low- lands in which civilization and even existence itself seems at a standstill, and the hush of pas- sivity is breathed over all the active interests of life. Sluggishness is expressed not less in the short and stunted grass than in the features of the bathing cattle and the drening hel lessness of the stranded barges, A wide and lazy stream, tideless and leless, curves through the picture and loses its (0 view among @ many-shadowed reack of woods. Upon the leit side of this piece of water some peasantry have ‘ad the household linen to dry. On the right seen a raft or two, a beat laden with hay and @ queerly picturesque Dutch vessel, run aground. But the wonderiul feature in the picture is not the stream, nor the grass, nor the indica- tions of sluggish work, nor the circle of darkling woods, beyond which murkily looms a distant spire or tower, No. The chief wonder is the spa- cious and vault-like firmament, giving the idea of infinite capacity, infinite height, breadth and distance, abrim with the frown- ae admonitions of a storm, and holding both the slender bine of promise and the gigantic cloud of threat over the head of the meek at de- preciating landscape. In the presence of such a sky as this, the trees and streams and cattle, and even the humanity of earth, seem to be but acces- sories, just as in presence of a real storm we watch the elements working their pleasure and fancy nature and mankind their playthings. The hand that massed these varied clouds together, that blended and intensified their vague distorted shapes, and blurred the white glory of one with the dense opacity of another, is so uncommonly powerful that the picture of which they form so conspicuous a feature may be safely commended as the strongest at present in Mr. Schaus’ gallery. Francesco Marra’s Studio. We have sometimes fancied that an interesting little paper might be written on the idiosyncracies of the various artists and photographers ot New York, a8 manifested not only in their works, but in the appomtments and accessories ef their studios and ateliers, Some of these are as bare and nude as the “Greek Slave” or “Eve at the Fountain,” and others as decorated and bedizened as a lady's maid flaunting herself in stolen plumes. Still, Many of these workshops of art contain evidences not only of that talent which is necessary to suc- cess in painting, but also of that lesser but very useful taste which displays itself in the ability to get all that is possible out of an apartment, and to throw upon @ working room as poudoir-like and chaste an ensemble as is companns with the purposes to which it is applied. There is probably no artist in his line in the eity who greatly exceis Mr. Marra, of 31 Union square, in these pleasant aptitudes; for to be @ successful professional artist is one thing, and to begird oneself with agreeable acces- series that invite admiration and inaulge one’s sense of luxury is quite another. Mr. Marra’s specialty consists in fuishing, coloring and re- teuching phetographs, porcelain and ivory photo- mintatures, and includes, in its processes, oil and water colors, cate pastels, Indian ink and the new and beautiful aniline method, which lends so unique and brilliant an effect. the few young foreigners who, having once settled ere, have made use of the closeness with which the sensuous and tropic temperaments are wedded to the love of art as @ mears of advancing their worldly interests and he @ reputation that shall make them, in a legitimat sense, American. His brilliantly- colored, gem-like little photo-miniatures are scat- tered over the city as thickly as buttercups in a a June meadew, and, like the buttercups, you may enjoy them by loeking at them. The freshness and permanency of their hues promise to confer y them an immortality at least a Ijttle larger thai that enjoyed by the average colored photograph; and were New York to share the fate of Pompei! and Herculaneum, possibly these pretty paste- boards and tender percelains might be disen- tombed quite fadeless a thousand years from now. What Mr. J. G. Brown 1s to children Mr. Marra is growing into with respect to the photograph; and, since his voluminous work 1s suflictent evidemce of this, we shall add no more at present. A NORTH RIVER COLLISION. The Ferryboat Darcey Runs Into the Albany Steamboat Dean Richmond— A Great Calamity Barely Exscaped— Three Lady Passengers Injured. The Albany steamboat Dean Richmond met with an accident yesterday morning. She was entering the dock at pier 41 North River when she was run into by the Jersey City ferryboat Darcey. It was about eight o’clock, and many of the passengers ef the Dean Richmond were at breakfast. Some of the ladies were dressing. Allof a sudden there was a terrific crash, and it seemed as though every timber was starting from ita place. Some of the ladies, who were rather nervous, screamed, and a few fell against a water cooler. They were assured that the accident was not @ sertous one, and the confusion somewhat abated. The Dean Richmond was struck in the stern, and two of the toilet rooms were carried away. The DARCEY WAS ALSO DAMAGED, although but very slightly. The Dean Richmond had no difficulty in entering the dock and the Dar- cey was able to proceed to Jersey City, where she is now being repaired. She has a large hole in her side, but. the damage will scarcely amount to more than two hundred dollarg. THE CAPTAIN'S STATEMENT. A reporter of the HgRaLp calied on Captain Christopher, of the Richmond, in the aiternoon. The Captain gave the reporter the following state- ment:—‘“As we came near the dock we suw two empty canal boats at the end of the pier. Of course we did not want to run into them, and had to back down, In backing down tie ferryboat came out of the slip under our stern, and then the collision occurred, Our stern went into her side, I think they were most to blame because they could see that we had our engines reversed. The extent of the damage is not greats it only carried a@way our stern and the ladies’ tojlets. By next Wer thee | all the damage will have been re- aired. The risk was very great. I thought when t first occurred that our RUDDER iia BEEN CARRIED AWAY, but it was not. It was about ten minutes after the collision had occurred that we made fast.” The reporter was told by Captain St. John, the manager of the company, that the boat would start for Albany, a8 usual, at six P.M. She left at that hour, and the damage will probably not prevent her from making her usual trips. 1t will take but a@ few days to repair the stern. ‘The ladies who were injured were Mrs. Jane Web- ber, of 815 West Twenty-third street; Mrs. Hoge- boom, of Albany, and Miss Mary McSweeny, of Henry street. Their injuries, which were slight, were mostly ofi the limbs, below the knee, but they were all able to walk from the boat. Of course they were all terribly frightened. Captain Chris- topher sent fora physician to examine Miss Mc- Sweeny’s injuries, but she was also able to walk from the boat and to take the car. Captain Chris- topher claimed the collision was brought about by the carelessness of the pilot of the Darcey, who evidently was not aware that the Richmond had to go very slowly, as a heavy WIND WAS BLOWING AGAINST HER. It ig impossivie to say who is to blame; but it was very fortunate that the accident was attended With no more serious results, A HERALD reporter, who visited the residen: of Miss McSweeny last night, was told that she had fainted in the car on He 18 one of her way home, and that the injuries to her limbs | were more serious than they had at first antici- fated, She will probably be confined to her room for some weeks, Her sister, Miss Jane McSweeny, was not injured, but ber clothes were torn, and the shock to her nervous system was very great, SHOCKING RAILROAD AOOIDENT. A young woman named Mary O’Gara, employed as @ servant in Morrisanta, Westchester county, was run over and killed by a New Haven express train, while walking on the Harlem Railroad track near Melrose on Thursday evening. The unfortu- nate deceased was horribly mangled, both of the lower limbs and an arm having been severed and the head shockingly crushed. The express train proceeded on its course to the city, leaving the engineer of an outward bound Harlem train to dis- b Ss LITERARY CHIT-CHAT, THE AUGSBURG AUgemeine Zettung, one of thé oldest and ablest independent chroniclers ef news in the world (having been founded in 1798), raises @ warning voice against the “ring” tendencies, which are rapidly making the press of the Conti- nent corrupt and degenerate. It says the power of the daily press is being transferred to bankers and landowners. In Berlin only three or fourinde- pendent papers are left; in the other cities of Prussia the “liberal” journals have passed into the hands of joint stock companies; in Vienna the daily press is corrupt and servile, and the few really independent German newspapers are curbed. by the severe administration of the pre: Wie THE PRINCIPAL NEWSPAPER OF LORRAINE, the Zeitung Sur Lothringen, puvlished in Metz, has a peculiar and chameleon-like life. In the morning it comes eut as a half skeet, in French; in the evening a8 a full sheet, in German. The former is entitled Premiére dition, the latter Zweite Ausgabe, AN ASSOCIATION OF MASTER BARBERS in Berlin have decided to publish an organ in the interest of their craft, and to call it Der Blutegel (The Leech). “GULLIVER’S TRAVELS’? has been translated into Gujerati, At Surat new dictionary of this lan- guage has been published, containing 22,000 words. Gujerati is used by the Parsees, Mrs. Frances Extio’s “Old Court Life in France” ts a bitter, bad book, in two volumes, crammed with bad grammar, bad history and bad taste, in about equal proportions. The scenes and descriptions of the book are neither true as history nor entertaining as romance, A NEW TRANSLATION of the “Tustitutes” of Justine fan, by Thomas Erskine HaBew, has appeared in London, It is translated and edited with care an@ skill. RoseErTs Bros. will begin their series of the works of Camille Flammarion with the author’s last werk, just issued in Paris, ‘‘Recits de l’Infini” (“Stories of the Infinite.”) The author is a firm believer im the plurality of inhabited werlds, and is a Spiritue alist of the highest type. THE WORLD-RENOWNED series of “Murray's Hand+ books” has received an important addition im “The Cicerone; or, Art Guide to Painting in Italy, for the use of Travellers,” by Dr. Jacob Burckhardt, edited by Dr. A. Von Zahn and translated from the German by Mrs. A. H. Clough, widow of the poet and scholar, 80 well remembered in New England circles, The author bears the highest reputation in Germany as an authority on the history of art. A Woman’s Riguts PaPER (La Donna) is pub- lished at Venice, and is edited by Mlle, Beccarl. In alate number it is stated .that an application to the Italian government to admit women to the great universities of Turin and Rome was met with this reply:—‘‘There 1s no need ef aiaw to permit women to enter the colleges, since there is no law which prohibits their doing so.” Upon this hint the Italian girls have acted, and feur of them are now attending a course of philosophy in Rome. AN ENGLISH REVIEWER points out the fact that. at the present time it is the novel, and not tne bal- lad, that forms the nation, and that the school of sensational writers, who almost monopolize the popular reading of two countries, are doing the English language @ mischief that can hardly be cured, The still worse effect upon the public taste and morals of such novels as are poured forth from the pens of the Braadons, the Broughtona, the De La Rames (“Ouida”), the Woods, and many more, cannot be measured, HENRY James, Jr., has a laudatory review of Théophile Gautier in the April North American, in which that writer’s incomparable gift of expres- sion is eulogized. MUSICAL AND DRAMATIO NOTES, Mme Ristori is soon to appear in London as Marte Antoinette. Mme. Patti is having great success at the Vienna. Opera House, The receipts from her audiences have averaged 25,000 francs, The Ameer of Cabool has created a ‘music de- partment,” and sent three music majors to Pesle awar to be instructed and buy brass. Mr. Gounod is creating quite a desirable revolu- tion in church music by his late compositions, He has gradually fallen into the style of the good old alla capella school, and may be considered as the modern Palestrina, M. Octave Feuillet’s new one act comedy “L’Acrobae” has only been saved from utter cen- demnatien by the acting, at the Théatre Frangats, in Paris. Even its pame is obscure, not having any connection with its incidents, M. Selomon is the name of a tenor who has just. made his début In French opera in Paris, The part he chose for his appearance was Arnold, in “Guillaume Tell."’ His temerity was not excused by success, though it is said he may, after much study, be effective in lesser parts. Two barytones, a Frenchman and an Italian, named M. Maurel and Signor Del Puente, who. come here in the Fall with the Nilsson troupe, have passed tne ordeal of London criticism with credit, Both are said to have a good stage pres- ence, act well and sing artistically. If so we shall, be satisfied. Mile. Tortani, who ts spoken of as one of the. operatic stars at the Academy next season, has not met with success in London, A critic says:— “She sings her scales correctly, but she is destitute of that seu sacré required to make an artist who can command the sympathies and excite the emotions ofan audience. Her fault is the want of dramatic sensibility and power.” Mile, Toriani’s real name is Ostava Tornquist. She is Viennese by birth and Swedish by descent. < JOURNALISTIC, The New Orleans Heraid has offered itself for public favor to the reading citizens of the Crescent City. The first number, which ts in octavo form, 1s clear and tasteful in its typography, and appar- ently well up in all that appertains to @ live news- paper. It made its advent on Sunday last, In Politics the Herald seems to have espoused the cause of the McEnery faction against the Kellogg wing of the republican organization, and promises to do battle for the more modern State rights doc- trine, which opposes all federal interference in local affairs, A RIVER HORROR. aerial The, Body of a Stranger Found in the Water—Suspicious Case—Possibly a Murder. A very suspicious case, which may prove to be @ murder, was yesterday morning at half-past seven o'clock brought to the attention of the Twentieth precinct police. At the time named officer Darke found the body of an unknown man, some fifty- years of age, floating in the water_off the foot of Thirty-fourth street, North river, Deceased was about five feet seven inches in height, with black hair and slightly bald, and gray whiskers; he also had bad teeth, He wore @ black sack overceat with far collar, black sack undercoat, fock pants, white over and gray undershirts and shoes, There were SEVERAL WOUNDS on his head, but whether they were inflicted before or after death must be determined by @ post-mor tem examinaWon, to be made by Deputy Coroner Cushman. About the right hand of deceased a sus- pender had beem secured, and appearances indl- | cated that both hands nad been tied, The remains were sent to the Morgue for identification, and Coroner Herrman will endeavor to solve the mys- tery at present surrounding the case, ~ AN UNFOUNDED RUMOR. It was at first supposed that the body found was that of one Henry Wolff, a clothier, who was in business at 173 Greenwich street, and who has been missing from his home since the evening of May 2. On that evening he left his nome to call upon a customer in Barclay street. He did not re- turn home. He had about .x hundred dollars on his person and a valuable watch and chain. He has not been heard from since and the supposition 18 that he has met with foul play. A H&RALD re- orter caHed at the house of Mrs, Wolff ast evening and conversed with her, The body found in the river does not at all correspond with the description of Wolff. The latter was abouttive feet high, and wore no hair on his face, with the exception ef a small mustache, The body fished out of the river is that of @ man lve feet seven inches high, with @ long, flowing geatee and whisker, head is bald op the top, and he looks to be fifty years old, while Wolf was not bald, and was or is, if he is living, Ont Lpebeb ipod ya! ivy old, to ana he police ar vely working some clew, but ac'yet they bade me Toons ‘Successful and ite remains lying 9m the up track. | scarcely probable that they will,