The New York Herald Newspaper, July 13, 1873, Page 6

NEW YORK HERALD BROADWAY AND ANN STREET. JAMES GORDON BENNETT, PROPRIETOR. AMUSEMENTS TO-MORROW EVENING. WALLACK’S THEATRE, Broadway and Thirteenth Mint, BOWERY THEATRE, Bowery.—Jack anv tak Bran Stace—A Comxpierra, WooD's MUSEUM, Broadway, corner Thirtieth st.— Rory U'Monx. Afternoon and evening. CENTRAL PARK GARDEN.—Sumune NiGurs' Con oxnrs. ‘ NEW YORK MUSEUM OF ANATOMY, 613 Broadway.— Science AND ART. DR. KAILN’S MUSEUM, No. 633 Broadway.—Scimxee AND Ant. TRIPLE SHEET. New York, Sunday, July 13, 1873. THE NEWS OF YESTERDAY. gehen To-Day’s Contents of the Herald. “SUMMER SUNDAYS IN NEW YORK ! g RE LIGIOUS AND OTHER AMUSEMENTS OF THE PEOPLE’—EDITORIAL LEADER— SixTH PaGE, AFRICAN REVOLT AGAINST BRITISH RULE! 30,000 ASHANTFES MENACING A WEST COAST TUW THE ENGLISH FORCE WEAK—SEVENTH PAGk. THE CHOLERA IN THE SOUTH—THE KILLING OF MARSHAL STEPHENSON—SgvenTHU PaGE. GAMBETTA ASSAILS THE GOVERNMENT OF MARSHAL MacMAHON! HEATED SESSION OF THE ASSEMBLY—NEWS FROM THE AMERICAN CAPITAL—TENTH PAGE. CHARLES GOODRICH’S MURDERESS BEFORE THE CORONER'S JURY! PERSONAL APPEARANCE! MRS. LUCETTE MEYERS TESTIFIES! HUNTING DOWN THE BE. TRAYED WOMAN! LIZZIE LLOYD KING FOUND GUILTY—Tuirp Pace. CARLIST VICTORY OFFICIALLY PRO- CLAIMED IN MADRID! THE INTER- NATIONAL REVOLT IN ALICANTE! THE POPULACE RISING IN MALAGA! OLD CASTILE FLOCKING TO DON CARLOS’ STANDARD—SEVENTH Pace. IMPORTANT DOCUMENTS FOUND IN THE DE- SERTED CAMP OF THE CUBAN GENERAL VINCENTE GARCIA—IMPURTANT GENERAL NEWS—SEVENTH PaGE. THE RESORTS OF THE VICIOUS IN THE QUAKER ‘CITY! NEW YORK’S WORST DENS OUTDONE! A HERALD COMMIS- SIONER MAKES A TOUR! WHAT HE SAW— SEVENTH PaGE. COMMEMORATING THE THE BATTLE OF THE THE BAN- ENT OF BOYS! NERS AND FRONTAGE OF BLUE AND BRASS—SEVENTH Paar. THAT MANURE MOUNTAIN NOT YET REMOVED FROM THE EAST SIDE! AN OFFAL IM- BROGLIO! WHAT SHALL BE DONE ABOUT 1T?'—REMOVING MARKET FILTH—Tuirp PaGE. THE GORDON ROW IN THE NORTHWEST! A CHANGE COMES OVER THE SPIRIT OF HIS LORDSHIP’s DREAM! LEG BAIL—SEVENTH Page. THE RACING AT MONMOUTH PARK! 5,000 PEO- PLE PRESENT! DUFFY, ARIZONA AND SUR- VIVOR THE LEADING HORSES—EV Ss AT DEERFOOT PARK—FirTu Pace. SOUND YACHTING PROSPECTS! PLEASURE CRUISES PRUPOSED FOR THE HEATED JERM BY THE NEW YORK, BROOKLYN AND ATLANTIC YACHT CLUBS! THE BROOKLYN CLUB PROGRAMME—Firtu PaGE. RELIGIOUS NEWS! WHO WILL FILL THE METROPOLITAN PULPITS TO-DAY! COR- RESPONDENTS’ VIEWS! THE “INVISIBLE PREACHER!” RABBI HUEBSCH ON BIBLI- CAL HEALTH LAWS—Fovrtn PaGE. LIFE AT SEA CLIFF! THE CAMPERS AND THE SPECULATC MISERABLE SPIRITUAL AND MA’ IAL ACCOMMODATIONS— Fourth Page. PRECIOUS GOLD! THE REASONS FOR THE UP- WARD TENDENCY IN THE RATE! PRICES OF STOCKS! THE IMPORTS AND THE BANK STATEMENT—MUNICIPAL—Eraytu Pace. Ovr Rurrianty Conpuctors.—The letter of “a lady of the Nineteenth ward,” published in another column, giving an account of her experience with a ruffianly conductor of the Second Avenue Railroad Company, calls timely attention to a nuisance that sorely needs abatement. The conductors on our cars are proverbially insolent, impolite and roffianly. Complaints are of daily occur- tence, but the railroad managers pay not the slightest heed to the ‘irregularities’ of their subordinates. All they care for is the dimes. Their conductors can do as they like, pro- vided they turn in as many of the dimes as possible. What we would advise the lady of the Nineteenth ward to do is to bring an action for damages against the company for the unjustifiable assault of which she com- plains. Nothing brings down these corpora- tions so rapidly as an assault on the purse, Tue Connecticut Lroisnarvre adjourned yesterday, and the “land of steady habits’’ has at last resigned itself to clambakes, surf bath- ing; mountain climbing, mineral water and the other festivities of the season. Aut our latest news from Spain confirms the opinion that the country is gradually falling into the wildest state of lawless confusion The defeat of the government troops at Ripoll by the Carlists is confirmed. So, also, is the rising of the Internationals at Aleoy, in Ali- ecante. The Alcoy affair seems to have been characterized by all the worst features of the Paris Commune. Not only was the Mayor killed, but his dead body was dragged through the streets by a yelling mob. A similar fate befell the Collector of Taxes. Several factories were fired and reduced to ashes. At Mala- ga, too, the wildest kind of atrocities have been committed. The people have risen against the municipality, and such is the help- lessness of the authorities that the Mayor of the town in pure despair has tendered his resignation. The government is full of bounce; but of course it can do nothing. A coup d'état of a vigorous and determined kind is the next sensation which we look for in Spain. If Spain cannot save herself it will be the duty of the other Powers to take her in hand. We do not much like holy alliances, but any alliance which would save Spain from gelf-destruction might be a blessing, summer Sundays in New York—The | seven hundred the People. If, good reader, you have just arrived in town, and after leaving your hotel to call upon your friends you have found that the Hon. Slashem Stunner, his good lady and his daughters, Miss Angeline Stunner and Miss Clara Evelina Stunner, are “out of town,” be sure that the Summer is in the air, Nothing short of that would ever induce the Hon. Slashem to be two days away from the club, where things political are settled in shady corners. Nothing short of that would rob Miss Angeline of her little informal re- ceptions, her opera box and her daz zling city toilets; nothing short of that would steal the sentimental Clara Evelina from her adoration of the beautiful in pic- tures, heart-rending society millinery playa, opera tenors, chatelaines, dry goods and that bewitching agglomeration which she names “dear, romantic Gotham.”’ The Rev. Hezekiah Plumpehin, who preached at your village church a year ago, has sailed a week ago for Europe, and even that dapper young fellow, Gervaise Jones, who sang ‘‘Ruddier than the Cherry” at the church concert, is away for month, singing “Redder than the Raspberry” at a parochial festival in some other part of the country, where he charms the rustic maidens with his larynx and his new Summer suit, as he did the maidens of Poppleville last year. These, to be sure, are the negative signs of Summer. On this fair Sabbath morning the signs are everywhere. Not with the fow thousands who find the city unsupportable and the watering place hotels cheap have you to do now. The million are abroad now to tell you that the leaves are green, the sun shining and the waters cool. As this is Sunday, you may look into the church of your clerical friend Plumpcehin, and it the pews are not nearly 80 full or the singing so loud-voiced, Summer is seen in the gauzy robes, the light colors, the strange preacher, Mr. Eliseus Pallidman, and his sermon, almost as bloodless as his cheeks. Summer sighs over this part of the picture as its breezes do through the trees. We shall touch this subject further on. But the multitude—the pent-up million, who see in a Summer Sunday their day of days—just mark them asthey enjoy it! Poor, Paterfamalins may say, as he hurries his little ones through the toilet, which is their “best”’:— The turf shall be my fragrant shrine ; My temple, Lord, that arch of Thine; My censer’s breath the mountain air, And silent thoughts my only prayer. It is more probable, however, that the good man leaves all that business to the poets and counts the sandwiches by way of thanking Heaven for his daily bread. Whatever his thoughts he is seen betimes heading the family procession towards Staten Island, the delight- fal; Coney Island, the sandy and surfy ; somewhere up the Hudson, some- where down the Bay, somewhere beyond the Harlem River, or somewhere behind Hunter's Point. That class is thus disposed of—it is among.the best. Next we have those who are more particular about their raiment and less anxious for festive enjoyment. They are going to Central Park. The long avenue lines of horse cars are laden with them. They go in groups of flashy young men, whose very cigars have a priggish twist. They go in pairs, whereof a moiety is femi- nine and of which both integers are young. These are the lovers, and their hours are these, when the afternoon merges into the time of lengthening shadows and the soul is full of soft and pleasant emotions. Old people are there to breathe the fresh air, and very young ones are there to play ina subdued Sabbata- rian manner. Ah! it isa goodly sight. The Park is the people's flower garden now, if ever. The Germans, good souls, are there in large number; but their brows are clouded more than is their wont. If you require to know whence comes_ this darkening of the broad, solid face, mark how light-hearted are the thousands of Vaterland’s children who are thronging the ferryboats to Jersey, that they may drink lager in Hudsonian streams from the ferryhouse to the Sybil’s Cave and through the length and breadth of the Elysian Fields. Is it good that they should be sent thither by law? Let the man who loves total abstinence by edict and encourages vice in many another form thereby answer. But the poorer, the poorest classes, where is their en- joyment? Blue laws in a city like New York, where “toil remitting gives its turn to play’’ so seldom, must be as unwise as they are next to impossible to enforce. To the denizens, however, of the crowded tenement houses that darken the sunlight in the narrow streets and alleys of the city in the Fourth and Sixth wards, for example, the Bine law, or the Liquor law, makes very little difference. The men may come out in their shirt sleeves and smoke their pipes on the stoops, while their wives cook the Sunday dinner, and the children, whom every effort has been made to dress presentably, are rolling over each other on the sidewalk. It isa day of rest in truth, and only that to the male head of the family there. The dirty brick walls are his horizon, andthe side door of the liquor store some- times gleams deceptively before his eyes, as the lake mirage does before the traveller in the desert. If he tries to slake his thirst there he will find a hot blast like the desert breath in his throat, and so his Sunday passes. Out of the Elysian Fields and the crowded places of our city the Sunday murders come. The rest of the world prays or rejoices quietly; but the outcome of the Sabbath as seen at the police courts tells how the poor are left to the father of evil and themselves. Can not something be done for the poor in these days of smiling sunshine? If there cannot, O philanthropist’, let us think how small a span your gencrosities cover. We have referred to the churches and the ministers, and now we return to them. Rarely, indeed, have we noticed so many clergymen of the different denominations from this and neighboring cities going on Summer trips to Europe as during the present season. One or two things are demonstrated by this unexampled exodus of ministers. First, those who have gone at their own charges show very clearly that they have not been paid such meagre salaries as it is generally supposed ministers receive, or that, if they are poorly paid, ministers’ families can live more economically than others, else they should not be able to spend a thousand dollars, more or less, on a trip to Europe. A late writer for a Western paper finds that the salaries of annum. A another from the general heedlessness and lack of respect for the pulpit manifested by Ameri- cans, we could have expected. Called from our religious exchanges of the last few weeks we find that between fifty and seventy-five of the leading clergymen of the land have left our shores to spend their vaca- tion in Europe. Of course, none of them are seven hundred dollar men, They include from our own city such ministers as Dr. John Hall, of the Fifth avenue Presbyterian church; Dr. John Thompson, of the Thirty-fourth street Presbyterian church; Dr. Philip Sehaff, of the Union Theological Seminary ; Rev. Dr. Chapin and Rev. E. C. Sweetzer, Universalist pastors; Rev. W. P. Abbott, pastor of Washington square Methodist Epis- | copal church ; Rev, Doloss Lull and Dr. M. D'C, Crawford, both lately of this city—the latter is now, however, Presiding Elder of the Poughkeepsie district, New York Conference Methodist Episcopal Church; Rev. Fathers Hecker and Deshon, of the Paulist church, and others. from Brooklyn have gone Rev. E. P. Ingersoll, D. D., of the Reformed chureh, and Rev. Mr. Gunnison, of the Uni- versalist church and a few others. From Jersey City Revs. R. B. Yard and A. H. Tuttle, Methodists, and L. D. Senez have gone. Staten Island has sent out Father Conron, of New Brighton. Albany has sent out its quota, with Bishop Doane. West Troy bas sent Rev. Father Sheehan; Providence, R. L, Bishop Hendrickson and Father Sullivan. The Presbyterians of Philadelphia have enabled a few of their leading divines, such as Drs. William Speer, E. R. Beadle, G. F. Wis- well, Thomas Murphy and others to spend the Summer in the Old World. And some of the Methodists there and in Baltimore, though not many, have followed their example. The Metropolitan Methodist Episcopal church, of Washington, has let Dr. Tiffany go, and one of the Methodist Bishops (Foster) is visiting the missions in Europe, while an- other (Harris), in company with Dr. Newman, of Washington, is making a tour of the world and calling at the Indian, Chinese and Japan- ese missions on the way. Boston, Pough- keepsie, Chester, Pa., Milwaukee, Chicago, Newburg, Bangor, Me., and several other cities, East and West and South, have sent ministerial representatives this Summer to Europe and the Holy Land. And besides these hundreds of clergymen are travelling through our own country and gleaning some idea of its grandeur and vastness. But what of the thousands like the Rev. Mr. Eliseus Pallidman, who cannot afford to travel either at home or abroad, whose faces must be kept at the ministerial grindstone perpetually if they would save themselves and their families from utter starvation. Can not some of their wealthier brethren create a fand something akin to the poor children’s fund, or “the fresh air fund,’’ by which so many of the lowly of this city are furnished with pleasure excursions during the Summer? It would not require a great many thousands, and the five or ten thousand dollar preachers of our principal cities would hardly miss a donation from year to year in this direction. Let the suggestion be tried and let the thou- sands of our poorly paid, half-starved country ministers realize that they are not entirely for- gotten by their better-cared-for brethren. Many of the congregations of these country parsons are too poor even to pay them the stipulated three or four hundred dollars a year for which they labor, and a kindness of this sort shown to their ministers would, no doubt, have great influence over them. But other and more serious questions are suggested by this extensive desertion by the clergy of their pulpits. Do not the congrega- tions need ministering to in Summer as well asin Winter? Are not viceand crime as ram- pant in warm weather as in cold? And, admitting that church trustees and official boards grant leave of absence to their pastors, and perhaps pay for their tours in Europe, are not their humbler church members, who cannot go either to Europe or to the country, at home entitled to as good talent in one season as another? The entire system of Summer vacations, which has become of late an important part of the contract between ministers and churches in our large cities, is based upon the principle that the rich who pay for the Gospel should have it, while the poor may take their chances, This was the very principle which Jesus of Nazareth in His ministry struggled to confound and overthrow; and it has been the glory of the Church ever since, with, however, some periods of laxity in this regard, to preach the Gospel to the poor im imitation of her Divine Lord and Master. Wo believe that the most profitable vaca- tions which some of our leading ministers could possibly spend would be among the poor and neglected masses of those populous cities upon whom they have turned their backs fora Summer tour of pleasure in foreign lands. Tae Onanor Procession yesterday passed off quietly. It was escorted on its line of march by such a powerful and imposing body of police as to be suggestive of serious apprehensions of an attack; but there were no signs of a belliger- ent force at any point nor of any warlike de- signs along the route, We are gratified that the affair went off so quietly as hardly to awaken a passing sensation, and we entertain the hope that hereafter there will be no more trouble in New York on account of these Orange processions. Having gained their point of equal rights, these Orangemen should now advance on the line of American citizen- ship on behalf of civil and religious liberty from the lower plane of the 12th to the higher and broader ground of the Fourth of July. In short, on the nice question of American citizenship and its duties and obligations, these Orange parades and many other foreign institutions here are superfluities of patriot ism which it would be well to cast aside as clergymen in the United States average only among the dead things of the past. a 4 Our Ke¥gious Press Table—The Tneo- logical Quill with the Thermometer at Ninety-Six. Another week's revolution brings again to our religious press table the pleasant faces of the usual number of our clerical contempora- ries. With the thermometer at ninety-six in the shade it would not have been surprising to have missed some of these agreeable weekly visitors, but such is not the case. On the contrary we have the pleasure of noticing some improved features in some of these papers. At all events the theological quill does not seem to languish as the mercurial indicator ascends, which isa very happy augury that although the outward flesh may melt the in- ward fires of sanctity are still kept burning brightly. Some brilliant woman has sent to the Golden Age “A Screed About Women.” Although the word ‘‘screed’’ is a very ex- pressive one to those who know what it mcans, yet as it does not appear in ‘Webster's Un- abridged” its definition may not be under- stood by the general reader. Among the literati and quidnuncs it is supposed to mean along article on a given topic, written ina style sometimes graphic and brilliant and sometimes vapid and stupid. In reality a “screed” in a newspaper or magazine is so called more on account of its quantity than its quality. The ‘Screed About Women,” upon which the (olden Age editorially com- 4 ments, seems to have been penned for the pur- pose of showing the inferiority of the female as compared with the male sex. The editor takes up his steel-pointed lance in defence of woman and does noble battle in her behalf. In one respect he agrees with his corre- spondent, to wit: — She says that women are not better than men. ‘This is true, But neither are they worse. There isa good deal of human nature both in men aud women, We all have our common root and bloom im the average morality of our times, Society bears a littie harder on womanly than on manly derelictions, but ths merely leads women to do covertiy what men do openly, ‘The two sexes re- Nect each other's morality, If the standard tor both were a little higher it would do neither any harm; ana if the standard for goth were exactly the same it would do the whole Face an equal and stupendous benefit. “Look on woman’s achievements in art!’’ exclaims the correspondent, belittling her artistic genius. Well, responds the editor, there have been very respectable achievements in art by women; if not in the art of painting (though Rosa Bonheur ranks high), yet in the art of acting; for the chief genius o1 the stage in our generation was Rachel—norhing but a woman, Woman’s function m art, as in everything else, is not to do over again what men have done already; but it ts to do something differ- ent, and that can be done only by women. Is y man who ever lived who could have writ- ten Jane Eyre? No, not Shakspeare himself. It took a woman to do it, Woman seems to have been a congenial subject of editorial consideration this week among our religious or quasi religious con- temporaries. The Independent touches upon the same theme in answer to some remarks made by the Rev. Dr. Bellows, ot the Liberal Christian, in a similar connection. Unlike Dr. Bellows, the Independent admires ‘‘the in- tellectual and literary’ young woman of twenty— Who has had the grace to cultivate her mind as thoroughly as she could, in spite ot the sneers of those who regard ignerance and insipidity, and lace aud feathers, and piano keys, and a crochet needle, and a soft skin, and a “love, honor and obey” a8 the ingredients which compose a model woman, Education and intellectuailty are the highest kind of culture and refinement, and to most other sensible men do not make women less attractive, The spirit which objects to these has precisely the same barbarous es- sence as that of the Bushmen chiefs, who value their women for their corpulence and gorge them with milk till they become balls of Jat and lose the power of sensible speech. \ Referring to the verdict in the Walworth case, the Independent condemns the change in the statute of murder, which, it thinks, will be the reduction of nearly all murders to those of the second degree, and so far the abolition of the death penalty in this State and the substitution therefor of a life impris- onment. The editor thinks it may well be questioned ‘whether it would not be much safer for the people to go back to the common law definition of murder, and entirely aban- don the theory of grades in this crime.” The Methodist affirms that there is a mani- fest effort going on to connect horse-racing permanently with the Summer life of our great watering places. At Saratoga racing comes regularly with the season; at Long Branch the sporting men are ambitious to establish what they are pleased to call an “American Derby." The writer then pro- ceeds to show what evils will flow from “copying a vicious English practice, a prac- tice condemned by the best English thought.” We may expect to come of it, he says, the usual crop of miseries which always follow gambling— irreguiar living, money |o: reaching down in time iV those who can tll adord them; dishonesty, breaches of trust and increase of the professionals whose only business is to prey spon the commn- nity, The English turf has always had an unsavory odor Of rascality, and it is net to be hoped that the American will prove to be any better, Gentiemen may try to lift racing to a plane of decency and honor, but it Will not stay there. It drops down by the force of gravity to its own level of trickery and fraud, the Another effect, in opinion of the Methodist, will come of the establishment of horse racing as 4 feature of watering place life—“‘it will drive the moral part of society to establish resorts of their own, from which vicious amusements shall be excluded." This does not seem to have been the case thus far with Saratoga and Long Branch, where the racing season is always the most fashionable, | orderly and prosperous of the whole year. Northern clergymen are bardly expected to in- | dulge freely in the amusement of horse racing, but in Kentucky and other parts of the South | and Southwest it is as common to see ministers | of the Gospel, with their families, enjoying | the sports of the turf as it is to see them exhorting in a pulpit or praying at a funeral. The Liberal Christian (Rev. Dr. Bellows’ | Unitarian organ) sees “with great pain that | serious apprebensions are felt that General | Butler will obtain the nomination for Gov. | ernor in Massachusetts, and equally well- founded fears that he will be elected.” The | best thing Brother Bellows could do to pre- vent such a catastrophe would be to “blow ap’ | in advance the delegates to the Republican State Convention. | The Observer discusses the “Progress of ; Biblical Criticism,"’ in which the theory of Professor Rawlinson that the Hebrews com- puted the ages of their Patriarchs by months instead of years, is adroitly handled. ‘Let as read the history accordingly,”’ says the writer, ‘supplying the trae word in order to remove the credulity of the crities’’:— Adam lived 130 months and begat a son. Seth lived 105 months and begat Enos. Enos lived 9 months and begat Cainab. Caiman lived 70 months and begat Mahaieel, And Enoch lived 65 months and begat Methuselah. And ail the days of Methu- Jah were 969 months, and he died; Truly @ wonderiui race of bein, At the age 180 months, which is little more than 10 years, Adam it his first born, Seth, and at the of 105 mi 8, @ littic less than 9 ar Seth Enos; and at 90 months, or less than begat Cainan; and Caiman bega' 70 months, Which is leas than 6 years! And tual | haps it is just as well for her to stay away | | and Eve might have held it ere Eve picked the NEW YORK HERALD, SUNDAY, JULY 13, 1873.—TRIPLE SHEET. & vengeance. The Freeman's Journal gives its cordial ad- hesion to the prospect for securing to the State as a “‘reserve’’ the Adirondack region, covering the head waters of the Hudson. The Jewish Times makes an article upon the fact that Professor Agassiz, in opening the new scientific institution at Penikese Island, invoked the blessing of the Divine Creator. Our Jewish contemporary points with especial satisfaction to the lessons administered by men whose judgment cannot be accused of being influenced by one or the other of the theologi- cal schools. Professors Agassiz and Du Boys Raymond, whose Jectures were recently deliv- ered before the Society of Natural Philoso- phers, belong to the profoundest and most advanced thinkers and workers in the realm of natural philosophy. But in studying the works of the Creator they have not lost Him. They, like the Psalmist and Alexander von Humboldt, are led nearer to His throne by the contemplation of His wondrous creation. Tn an article on ‘Persia and the Jews’ tho Jewish Messenger remarks that The Shah of Persta has conferred upon Baron Reuter the most extraordinary powers ever en- joyed by one man since the days of Moruccai the Jew, who was Prime Minister of the ancient Per- sian king, and ruled over the one hundred and twenty-seven provinces of that mighty poteutate. The mission of Baron Reuter is to civilize Persia, to bring her into cioser and more intimate rela- tion with other nations. He has the monopoly of ‘ustom railways aud telegraphs, the control of the Houses, the direction of commercial affairs, The Hebrew Leader gives us ‘‘Reminiscences of the Days of the Destruction of Jerusa- lem.”’ Matilda at the Picnic. Itis the hour of picnics. Every other fence is full of advertisements of moonlight excur- sions and cheap trips. Superb inducements are offered to those who wish to buy pleasure wholesale and make a corner in sylvan sensu- ousness. There was a time when the 1st of May was synomymous with a juvenile holiday among the trees and flowers, but we are afraid that time is not, as Macaulay would say, ‘‘within the memory of men still living.”’ Then the schoolgirl arrayed her- self in spotless muslin, and materfamilias attended with one eye on her daughter and the other on the hamper. There was a healthy and innocent family feeling in those ancient picnics. They were events to be anticipated fora year to come, and to be affectionately reverted to.a year after they were over. Possibly a clergyman attended and opened the exercises with a prayer not too long. They were occasions made for children, and children gave character to them. If any of the attending teachers could be accused of flirtation, the flirtation was of a sober and restrained description. The fact was recog- nized that childhood is peculiarly the season for that free, artless, animal enjoyment which the picnic, under proper conditions, is calculated to promote, With the lapse of a few lustres we have arrived at another stand- ard, and are not so pure. Doubtless there are such things as eminently proper picnics— picnics where no man gets drunk and no woman gets insulted ; but these are getting fewer every year. The faeility with which the picnic is converted into an excuse for ruffian- ism in one sex, and frailty, to call it by no harsher name, in the other, is uncompli- mentary to human kind. One would imagine that the beauty of nature, freshly escaped from the green thraldom of: the Spring, would woo even the depraved heart and blunted mind to thoughts of purity and peace. But the contrary seems to be the case. The lonely dell where innocent flat- teries might be paid which it would do the violets no harm to listen to is converted into the bower of an orgy, and the grotto where love might be spoken, and no harm done, becomes the lair of sensuality and lust. Al- most every other gentle landscape which the genius of the modern picnic touches is desecrated by the contact, The indignant foliage rustles with the shame that has been wrought there, and could the modest leaves tell all they have looked down upon we should have a poetical police report delivered in wolian cadences. All the splendid livery of nature is spattered with the moral mud the modern picnic has thrown upon it. It is not to be wondered at, then, that Matilda’s mistress objects to her going to festivals of this order. We are not ashamed to confess that, to a cer- tain extent, our sympathies are with Matilda. Doomed by an inscrutable Providence to a culinary existence, with little but a surrep- titious male cousin to brighten her pathway between the coal cellar and the stationary tubs, her fate is far from enviable. Let us endea- yor to find out what her virtues are (a work in which it must be acknowledged she gives us very little assistance), and to credit her | with them accordingly, If she breaks off handles and purloins the silver, and leaves without warning, and forges ideal ‘‘recom- mends,”* these are the venalities incident to her temptations and her temperament. But until she reforms in these and other particu- lars which it is not necessary to mention, per- from the picnic. So polish the silver, Matilda, | and do the meat to a turn, and let us hope that the benificent law of compensation will make it all right with you some time or other, here or hereatter. But picnics are not for you. Neither do we know that, as they are at present too often conducted, they are exactly the thing for your betters, Oh, if we could only have the picnic pure and simple, as Adam apple to make Adam a turnover! We want no green groves demoralized; no glowworm’s glen of chastity made infamous. Childhood and wild wood are moral as well as literal rhymes— the one is the patrimony of the other, and we pollute this fair inheritance every time we sanction a party of brawlers among it under the name of a picnic. Possibly there were errors in the old-fashioned festival, but there are crimes in the new-fashioned one. For every accident then we have a vice now ; for every casualty an outrage, The modern pic- nic is im mnomerous excuses only an exense for licentious brutality on the part of one sex and a_ semi-inebri- ated collusion on the part of the other. More than half conscious of the passionate dénouement to which the flushed transition stages that she yields to will lead, the ruined girl may almost be said to connive with her tempter. Parents, guardians, masters, mis- tresses could, if they behaved with bravery and tact, do great deal toward reducing the evil, and perhaps Will make the effort after having suffered a little longer from their supineness. cowngdice and neglect not the heart, of the man slain last March. A fourth woman looked coldly, composedly on — the amateur female detective who gave Lizzie Lloyd King up to the police. It woald seem as though the spirit of female honor had ar- ranged the tableau in revengo for the wickedness that a man had wrought. It brings strikingly forward the evils of our society in a manner that will seize upon all who should learn therefrom. In the case of Fisk an exceptionally dramatic sceno was presented, with a fast woman in the fore- ground. Happily, it was = case that can have but.few repetitions, for the actors were out of the ordinary line of men and women. Bejewelled glare and coarse passion, quarrelling with an unfaithful mistross and a friend turned bloody-minded enemy made up that tragedy. In the case of Walworth it was the curse of ill-assorted marriage, breed- ing parricide, that shocked the public eye. The slaying of the Deputy United States Marshal Stephenson in Jersey City on Friday last by a desperate Russian sailor was uncon- trollabls malice and ruffianism, striking des- perately at all law in the rude, barbaroua way in which Russians essay in their own land how to temper their con- dition with assassination. Kiistner’s murder, undoubtedly for plunder, may have in it something more mysterious as an exciting cause; it isthe outlawry of civilization fiercely and bloodily at war with respectability and order. The Goodrich case surpasses all these in one particular, that it is a realization of the dangers that lie in the path of womanhood, poor and well-to-do, morally frail and serenely chaste. With the murdered man removed it is em- phatically a woman’s case, and our young women of all stations will do better to learn from the morals it points than from the flaunting romances which they read. | The murder stories we have referred to are confined to very limited classes, The Goodrich homicide has lessons for we know not how many thousands in the group of cities on the Bay of New York. It holds its head of false pretences among the respectable classes; its feet arein the blackest mire of the city’s” immorality. Who will not pity the young affianced who gave her heart toa man whose decency was a sham? Who can say what deeper tragedy that murder saved her. from had she been the wife of Charles Goodrich? Who can bend a glance which is all harshness on the murderess, deceived and cast off as she found herself, when uncurbed passion fanned the savage fires of malignity to murder heat in her poisoned heart? That with all the horror of such a crime upon her head she could ‘‘weave wanton spells anew’’ shows. that too much pity for her would be mis- placed ; yet it indicates how all sense of fine morality had been burned out of her soul by the searing life she had eagerly learned to lead. Lucette Myers, another type of the same social cankering, wanted, perhaps, only occa- sion to have stood in the fearful position of Lizzie King. It is a sorrowful story, and begets a thousand queries that it would be hard to answer. We may propound one of them:—How many Lizzie Kings and Lucette Myers are standing on the verge of the same precipice, with a Charles Goodrich tempting them, pushing over the affrighting verge; how many Adelaide Palms are laying up a store of love that will turn to ashes in their heart when they have learned the truth too late? PERSONAL INTELLIGENCE, The ex-Empress Eugénie is about to visit Vienna. Senator Conkling went home yesterday from the Fifth Avenue Hotel, General Buchanan, of the, United States Army, and Mrs. Jefferson Davis are in Toronto, Canada. Secretary Robeson started for Washington on the United States steamship Tallapoosa last even- ing. Mr. John S, Thrasher, of the Galveston (Texasy News, yesterday arrived at the Sturtevant House after a visit to Saratoga and Albany. The Hon, Peter Mitchell has left Canada for the maritime provinces on business connected with the Fishery Commission appointed under the Treaty of Washington. Major General Foulberton, of the British Army, has narrowly escaped punishment for insulting a lady in a London omnibus, We wish him worse luck next time. Mrs. Pease, of Charlotte, Vermont, mother of the late President Calvin Pease, of the University of Vermont, died lately at the venerable age of ninety-two years. ‘The death of Joseph Lyman Hendshaw, tho well known auctioneer of Boston, is the subject of many touching obituary notices in the Boston papers of Wednesday, Six accidental drownings and two newly born infants in the millpond within a few weeks have furnished sensations to the local press of the little town of Eau Claire, Wis. Mr. Wilton, a member of the Dominion Pariia- ment, and other members of the Canadian Com- mission to the Vienna Exposition, sailed from Quebec yesterday morning. “A natural incapacity for idleness’ is now said to be “what's the matter” with Vice President Wil- son, A natural incapacity for hard work has been the ruin of many an aspiring genius. There were only 4,876 increase in the number of names in the “Boston Directory” for 1873 over last year. No wonder they talk of putting sieeping cars on the horse railroads in that city. Age is not always reirigerant. A centenarian named Corrére, living at Grés (Basses-Pyrénées), closed a hot ciscussion with his aged sister-in-law by hitting her on the head with a pickaxe. Rev. Dr. Deems, of this city, has been selected as one of the speakers at the Centennial celebration of the first Methodist Conference held in America, at the Academy of Music, Philadelphia, next week. Colonel D, H. Rucker and Majors J. D. Bingham and William Myers, of the United States Army, have quarters at the St. Nicholas Hotel. All these officers are attached to the Quartermaster’s De- partment. Among the passengers who yesterday sailed for Europe on board the City of Londonderry were Mr. Gilhoully and family of this city, to make an extended tour throughout the British Isles and the’ Continepte