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Volume I.—No. 14.] | SATURDAY, JULY 24, 1858. |[Price 2 Cents.
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Conference of Methodists.
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The miser Harpers still Harping on the Dimes—The
self-degradation and downfall of the
Harpers, who “played on the Harp of a
thou-sand strings—sperrits of just men made
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John Harper—Brothers: These are desperate
times.
Wesley Harper—Yes, and something must
soon be done, or we must again suspend.
Fletcher Harper—That’s so.
Evil Genius—Go ahead!
Good Genius—Beware!
Jack—Our stock in the Courier and Enquirer
don’t pay. We have had the best
place and the largest type in the columns of
that Journal for 20 years, and I tell you,
brothers, it don’t pay. While young Fletch
had stock in the Times, we had the best place,
and the biggest type, but you all know it
didn’t pay. Nor do any of the public journals
yield a fair return for our enormous advertising
investments.
Jim—Jack: What in the devil are you
driving at? Upon my soul, you positively
alarm me. Why, I declare, I never saw your
eyes roll so, nor your jaws close so fiercely,
nor your fist fall so heavily on your knee.
Now, for the Lord’s sake, do disclose, in common
parlance, what you mean by your mysterious
declamation. (Wesley takes out his
pen knife, and cuts his nails, and Fletcher
takes a fresh cud of tobacco, and crosses his
legs.)
Jack—I have had an interview with James
Gordon Bennett.
Jim—Fletch: Hand me that fan. Wes:
Please open the window. Sam: Bring me a
glass of ice water. Now, Jack, proceed.
Jack—Bennett spoke of other days, and inquired
after our health.
Jim—Whose health?
Jack—Mine and yours.
Jim—What the devil did he mean by that?
My health is always good. I never had the
rheumatism or gout, like you, Jack. What
did the old reprobate mean by inquiring about
my health? I’ll thank him to mind his own
business.
Jack—Jim: Listen: For thirty years, you
have imposed on me the financial department
of our vast establishment, until I have racked
my brain, and nearly worn myself into the
grave, and I am pursued in my old age, by
our creditors, as never before. True, we
recently resumed payment, but we know that
we did that for effect, and before we were
fairly out of the woods. I tell you, brothers,
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we are in a very critical condition. People
want bread, instead of books and papers, in
these days of famine and commercial desolation.
Now, brothers, I am desperate, and I
favor a resort to desperate measures, to save
the credit of our House.
Jim—I think I smell a skunk. To save our
pecuniary credit, you would sacrifice our
honor. Talk out, Jack, for I too am growing
desperate, when the scuffle is between credit
and honor, and I will die in defence of the
latter.
Jack—Is not our Weekly declining, and our
Monthly rapidly decaying, and our general
business nearly paralysed. Must we not pay
our notes? And how can we do that, unless
we adopt the course of Bonner, who is devouring
all the publishers of the civilised
world. Now, Jim, it is very pleasant for you
to sit here two or three hours every day, and
talk about temperance, (and take a glass on the
sly occasionally,) and praise Methodism, (and
go to the Theatre, and some other very curious
places of amusement,) and hold political
meetings in our counting room, which you fill
daily with a gang of seedy political vagabonds,
who once, (with the aid of Divine Providence,
and Methodists, and Daniel F. Tiemann,
and Peter Cooper, and Judge Sidney Stewart,
and the politicians of the Second, Sixth, and
Eleventh Wards,) set a ball in motion, that
elected you Mayor of New York, from which
you did not make a cent, and did not add a
cipher to your private fortune,—I say, all this
is mighty pleasant for you, but not for me, as
the entire financial department of our immense
establishment has ever been on my
shoulders, and I am getting very old, and I
now am about to change our tactics, or we
are forever lost.
Jim—Go on, Jack—go on. But stop a
moment. Fletch: Just open the desk, and
pass me the bottle of brandy. (Takes a stiff
horn.) Now, Jack, go on, for I am prepared
for anything.
Jack—I told Bennett that I thought of publishing
his biography favorably in our Weekly.
Jim—And what did the old devil say to
that?
Jack—His eyes brightened and glistened
with perfect delight, and he said it was a darm
fine idea.
Jim—Wes: Do you hear all this?
Wes—O yes: I was with brother John, at
the interview with Bennett and Hudson, at
the Herald Office.
Jim—And Fletch: What have you to say?
Fletch—I was there, too.
Jim—Here, Ike, run for your life to the
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Apothecary, and get me some Camphor and
Asafetida. Sam: Bring me a lump of
ice, and hold it on my head. My blood rushes
with great violence to my brain. Fletch: Just
pass the brandy bottle this way once more.
O my God, my good brothers, I fear you will
be the death of your brother James. I never
thought we would come to this. John is
nearly seventy years old, and I am on the winter
side of sixty, and Wesley is sixty, and Fletcher
is nearly sixty, and after a long life of toil,
and the preservation of our business honor,
and with children and grandchildren soon to
fill our places on the field of action, it is now
proposed to prostrate ourselves at the feet of
a man, who has led a life of infamy from his
youth to the present hour, and who has pursued
to the grave many a virtuous and timid
female, and many a noble merchant, who
were so unfortunate as to get in his wicked
clutches. O, brothers, I had rather starve,
than succumb to Bennett, who has abused us
all our days. We can survive our present
misfortunes, without disgracing our Weekly
with the panegyric of James Gordon Bennett,
which will injure our respectable family
journal more than we shall realise from our
advertisements and all the puffs we can squeeze
from Bennett. There’s my private fortune.
Take it, and I will gladly return to a one story
dwelling, and to utter penury, before I will
sacrifice my self-respect, and my honor, to
such a monster as James Gordon Bennett.
Jack—Myself, and Wesley, and Fletcher,
have long considered this, and we are unchangeable,
as we deem it our only means of
salvation. It is incontrovertibly true, that
Bennett has the largest circulation of any
paper in America, and if he will permit us to
advertise, and puff us like Bonner, why, I am
willing to make any sacrifice.
Jim—I perceive the old liar has been as
quiet as a mouse about his prodigious circulation,
since he had to swear in the Carr libel
case, that his circulation was only about 50,000.
The old scamp, just prior to his oath,
declared that his circulation was nearly 100,000.
Once a liar, always a liar, is my motto,
and I don’t believe the Herald’s circulation is
as large as that of the Sun, which is conducted
by Moses S. Beach, who is an honest man,
and a true Christian, and a meritorious gentleman.
Jack—Say what you will, Jim.—Wes, and
Fletch, and myself are resolved to extend our
hands to Bennett in terms of the warmest
friendship.
Jim—Well, brothers, you are three to one,
and as ours are democratic institutions—that
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is, as the country we have adopted, is democratic
(for some of us are of English birth, and
the rest of us had a very narrow escape, although
the world is ignorant of the fact)—I
say, that as you are all against my judgment
in this matter, and as I don’t like to leave you
in my old age, why, I shall very reluctantly,
and in tears—as you see—(he cries) consent
to sell ourselves to James Gordon Bennett,
whom I have always regarded as the incarnation
of a lie, and of the devil. And now,
brothers, I am prepared to go to the Herald
Office, and for your sake, affectionately press
Bennett’s hand in hypocrisy, and publish his
biography, in our Weekly, daubed all over
with whitewash, and without any severity of
allusion to Helen Jewett, or Grinnell, or any of
his black mail victims, or the numerous males
and females whose early graves he dug. And
now I’ll take another copious draught of
brandy, and then I’m ready for our degradation,
and for the first step in the eternal downfall
of the Harpers, who have preserved their
business honor all over the world, until this
evil and melancholy hour. Now, brothers,
come on, and I’m ready to face Bennett and
the devil himself, and kiss their toes, if it is
your behest. (They all go to the Herald
Office, two abreast, with their numerous posterity,
three abreast, in the rear, young Fletch
leading the younger tribes, with a Weekly
and Monthly in either hand, to show Mr.
Bennett as a sample.)
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(To be continued.)
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Randall’s Island.
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The evening sun gilds the trees and spires—The
lily and rosy and classic Mistress on her
couch reclining.
ENTER GOVERNOR DANIEL F. TIEMANN.
Amorous Dan—Good evening, my pretty
Violet.
Violet—A warm salute to my kind protector.
Dan—Has Governor Simeon Draper been
here to-day?
Violet—Yes, and Governor Bell. Simeon
forced a dozen kisses from my lips and cheeks.
Dan—O, the scamp! (Sits by her side, and
sips luscious fragrance from her cherry and
rosy lips, while she archly reclines on the sofa
that he purchased for her)—Sim is a bold
villain. Did he seek more than a kiss?
Violet—He again strove hard to ravish me.
Dan—But you foiled him?
Violet—I did.
Dan—O, my love, let me reward thee with
these grateful lips. (Kisses her twenty times
in rapid succession.)
Violet—O, dearest, I fear you will smother
me with gratitude. Do not strangle me with
such emblems of affection.
Dan—I love thee too fervently, my charming
Violet.
Violet—I’m sorry you have a family.
Dan—And so am I, my fair one. But
neither kin nor stranger shall blight our sweet
relations. Thou art all to me. Without thee,
I am most desolate.
Violet—I fear Simeon Draper will mar our
happy destiny.
Dan—Why?
Violet—Because he loves me.
Dan—His love is of a lustful nature, while
mine is from the purest rivulets of the heart.
Violet—I know you adore my spirit, while
he only loves my form.
Dan—And dost thou avow so much? O,
breathe those sweet tones again.
Violet—Shall I sing them, dearest?
Dan—O what bliss is this! Sing, O sing,
my beauteous Violet, and entrance my heart
with thy celestial music.
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Violet sings—|For many a day,
|With doubtful ray,
|I gazed for thee,
|O’er lea and sea:
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|And from my heart,
|Thou ne’er shalt part,
|So dear to me,
|Thy love will be.
|So on my bed,
|Repose thy head,
|And from my lip
|Choice honey sip.
Dan—|O my! and O thy!
|I will ever try
|To please thy fair eye,
|So happy am I.
Violet—|Come, O come with me,
|And most happy be.
Dan—|O, O, O!
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MORNING TWILIGHT.
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Dan—Dear Violet, if Sim comes to-day, and
strives to coerce you, scream to the peak of
your lungs, and terrify and threaten to expose
him. I love you so devoutly, that I cannot
live if he continues to molest you. I have already
expelled your Friend from the Island.
My affection for my fair Violet has the intensity
of Othello’s for Desdemona, ere Iago
maddened the honest Moor with fatal jealousy.
Violet—Simeon Draper threatens to have
me suspended. He got me my situation as
Matron, and as he has been a Governor much
longer than you, and as himself and Richard
B. Connolly have long controlled the Island,
had I not better be a little familiar with
Simeon, so that I will not arouse his wrath to
such intensity as to peril my situation as
Matron? Please view these matters with discretion,
my noble Daniel.
Dan—I can’t consider them for a moment.
Draper may be powerful, but he has not the
might and wealth of the Tiemanns and
Coopers. So, don’t be alarmed, dear Violet.
Myself and Peter Cooper can protect you
against the world. When did Simeon threaten
to suspend you?
Violet—Yesterday.
Dan—Did he assign the cause?
Violet—Because he thinks I love you better
than him.
Dan—How did he learn my intimacy with
you?
Violet—When you came to see me last week,
he was sitting on the sofa with me, while you
knocked at the door.
Dan—Good gracious! And where did he
go when I entered?
Violet—He ran into the bed room, and got
under the bed.
Dan—Thunder and lightning! O, if I had
only caught him. And why did you not tell
me, my constant Violet?
Violet—Because I feared you would kill him.
Dan—You were right, and exercised great
prudence, and probably saved his life, as I
might have slain him. (Paces the room in
great agitation.) Gods! I feel murderous!
When do you again expect him?
Violet—Never, as he emerged from under
the bed in great anger, after you left, and
cursed me long and fearfully, for keeping him
under the bed so long, while you were permitted
to enjoy the beauties of my person.
Dan—What did he threaten when he left?
Violet—To have me suspended immediately.
Dan—I dare him to make the attempt. I
would spend my last dollar to have you reinstated.
And I will instantly depart for the
city, and put wires in motion that will paralize
his wicked purpose.
Violet—I fear you are too late, as he left in
a desperate rage, and has probably decapitated
my Matron head already.
Dan—I, too, am in a furious rage, and I am
resolved to defeat his unhallowed project.
So, a sweet adieu, my lovely Violet, and when
we meet again, we’ll embrace and entwine our
forms and hearts with unwonted hilarity and
fervor.
Violet—(Weeping). Good-by, sir.
Dan—And why do you weep, my fair and
gentle lady? Have I offended thee, sweet
angel?
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Violet—No, but you were going to leave
me without your wonted kiss.
Dan—O, my pretty and tender Violet, do
forgive my cruel mental absence. For my
distracted mind was riveted on Simeon’s plots
to destroy you. So, there, (kissing her), and
there, and there, and—
Violet—That will suffice. I fear your enthusiastic
and endless kisses will again threaten
me with strangulation. O, Daniel! Daniel!
thou art a dear and fervent lover, and I do
hope you will return to-morrow, and pass the
night with thy devoted, and pensive, and lonely
Violet!
Dan—I will—I will:
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And now a very brief adieu,
While I Sim Draper do pursue.
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(He goes towards the shore, and she fastens
her tearful eyes on his prancing form, until it
fades from her dismal view, and she retires
to her lonely apartment, and weeps like the
wretched Niobe.)
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(To be continued.)
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Stephen H. Branch’s Alligator.
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NEW YORK, SATURDAY, JULY 24, 1858.
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STEPHEN H. BRANCH’S “ALLIGATOR” can be
obtained at all hours, at wholesale and retail, at No. 114 Nassau
Street, (Second Story), near Ann Street, New York.
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My Indictment for Libel.
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When I was a little boy, a classic youth
passed me, on a bright summer day, in Westminster
street, in Providence, Rhode Island,
whose name was Sylvester S. Southworth.
His cheeks were so rosy, and his form so beautiful,
and his face so graceful, that I paused
and gazed until he descended my farthest
horizon. In later years, I formed his acquaintance,
and he became my friend, and in all my
vicissitudes, he has evinced the fidelity of an
affectionate brother. When William Tell was
about to hurl an arrow at the temples of his
child, he inquired, in the presence of Gesler:
“Have I a friend here?” when a brave youth
leaped forth, and exclaimed: “Yes, Tell, you
have,” which thrilled the populace with delight,
and made Gesler tremble. On Wednesday
last, when in custody of the Sheriff, and
in pursuit of bail, I looked in the direction of
Heaven, and I could see a friend there, in the
spirit of my lamented Father, but in the cheerless
pavement, and in the cold faces of the
multitude, I could discern no friend, and my
poor heart was bereft of its wonted buoyancy.
But when Mr. Joyce, the kind hearted
Sheriff, accompanied me to the editorial
room of Sylvester S. Southworth, of the
New York Mercury, and I inquired: “Have
I a friend here?” he sprang and seized my
hands, and exclaimed: “Yes, Branch, you
have,” and he became my bail, and my heart
bounded from the gloom of a dungeon,
to the liberty of a mountain. For twenty
years, I have gratuitously written for the public
journals of New York. For seven years,
I wrote the Reports of Alfred Carson, against
Municipal thieves, including Mayor Tiemann,
who was then an Alderman. For two years,
I pursued George W. Matsell, Richard B.
Connolly, George H. Purser, and other perjured
aliens. What I have suffered through
severe toil and illness and penury, in my pursuit
of public plunderers, and unnaturalized
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aliens, no inspired mind can ever truly describe.
For three months past, I have exposed
such bogus philanthropists and public
thieves and rakes as Peter Cooper and Mayor
Tiemann and Simeon Draper. And I most
solemnly swear, that I will never cease my
exposition of public robbers and villains of
every grade, until the arrow of death penetrates
the core of my heart. The Press and
the People may conspire against me, and a
Jury may soon consign me to the solitude of
a dungeon, but while I enjoy the blessings of
liberty, I will hurl shafts of political death at
such monsters as Cooper and Tiemann and
Draper, who have bamboozled and plundered
the people for thirty successive years. So,
come on, ye incarnate demons, and (through
power and gold and bribes, and packed juries,
and your official vassals and ruffians,) drag
your victim to a prison or the scaffold, but
God has erected a wall between you and my
soul, that the sabres and bullets and verdicts
of your hired assassins can never penetrate.
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Pirates on the Captive and Pauper and Crazy Islands.
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Gov. Anderson recently officially declared,
that Gov. Isaac J. Oliver was a public robber.
So that we have plunderers and Mistresses
and Rakes on Randall’s and the adjacent
isles. I thought I felt the shock of an
earthquake last night. O God! thou art
most forbearing, to spare the Tiemanns and
Olivers so long. And if one of Thy most
awful physical visitations should level the
habitations of these two wicked men, do, O
do spare their spotless wives and precious little
ones. Read, citizens, read, and go home
at sunset, and bar your doors, and do not permit
your wives and lovely daughters to leave
your presence, after the first pretty little star
appears. And warn them to beware of the
Tiemanns and Olivers, when they cross their
path, as poison and death are in their gaze,
and amorous and thievish motions.
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From the New York Tribune of July 7.
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“An Episode—How Contracts are Awarded—
In the course of a controversy about the iron work of the Island
Hospital, some remarks passed between Messrs. Oliver and Anderson
more piquant than polite. Gov. Anderson said he did not want to
hold any intercourse with so corrupt a man. Gov. Oliver would not
take any notice of such language, except to hurl it back with
scorn in the teeth of the one that uttered it. He dared any one
to name a single fact that would show that he was corrupt. Gov.
Anderson said that he was guilty of a very corrupt act when, in
opening the bids for certain iron work, he endeavored to induce
his fellow members on the Committee to give the contract to a man
who was not the lowest bidder, more especially as they had since
discovered that two of that bidder’s tools—one of them his
foreman, and the other a Methodist parson in his interest—were
among the bidders.
Gov. Oliver said he did not know anything
about these two men; the reason he urged
that the contract be awarded to his friend
was because he liked to serve his friends, as
the other Governors did theirs, (here several
Governors protested against their names being
called in question,) and because the lowest bidder
did not do business in the city. Some
other words passed between Messrs. Anderson
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and Oliver, evidently very much to the
annoyance of the other members of the Board,
who kept nervously remonstrating, and tried
repeatedly, but in vain, to get the Board to
adjourn.
The discussion wound up by Gov. Oliver
asserting that if any charges could be brought
against his integrity, he hoped they would be
referred to a Committee; either he or Gov.
Anderson was evidently unfit to sit in the
Board.
Gov. Anderson said he was quite willing to
refer the matter to a fair Committee, and if
he did not substantiate the charge of corruption
against Oliver, he would resign, provided
that Oliver agreed, in case the charge
was proved, to leave the Board.
At this interesting juncture, an indignant
demand for adjournment from Gov. Maloney
prevailed, and the troubled waters once more
resumed their wonted tranquillity.
Subsequently the members opened the bids
for the iron work on the Island Hospital.
There were six bids, the highest being $26,875;
the lowest, by J. B. & W. W. Cornell,
$18,364.”
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Gov. Anderson assures me that Oliver is a
very corrupt man, and that he will soon give
me the evidence of his corruption, which I
will publish as soon as I receive it. The firemen
will grieve to learn that Gov. Anderson,
their faithful Ex-Chief Engineer, is indisposed,
and seeks the bracing air of Long Island for
his restoration. Anderson and Carson led the
firemen long and bravely, and of the million
inhabitants around us, there are no two gallant
spirits whom I more profoundly revere
than Cornelius V. Anderson and Alfred Carson.
Both are the soul of chivalry and honor.
And may they ever prosper, and be healthy
and happy, and be warmly cherished by the
firemen and by all good citizens.
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From the New York Express of Tuesday last.
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“A Novel Regatta.—Last Saturday afternoon,
quite a novel exhibition of aquatic skill
came off at Blackwell’s Island, on the occasion
of a boat race, gotten up under the auspices
of some of the Governors of the Alms
House. The boats are six oared barges used
for conveying passengers from the various institutions
on the Island to New York. The
following were the entries which competed for
sweepstakes:
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Boat | manned by | ent. money
Alms House | vagrants | $5
Work House | paupers | 5
Penitentiary | thieves | 5
Lunatic Asylum | lunatics | 5
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| Sweepstakes | $20
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The race was around Blackwell’s Island, a
distance of four miles, starting from a stake-boat
moored off the Penitentiary wharf. The
race was witnessed by the Governors and
friends, and a large number of spectators on
New York side of the East River. The Work
House boat came in victor.
After the race, Governors B. F. Pinckney,
P. G. Maloney, and Isaac J. Oliver, with a
large number of invited guests, sat down to a
jolly good dinner, furnished by order of the
Governors, at the Lunatic Asylum. The
tables were supplied with every delicacy of
the season, with an abundant supply of brandies,
wines, champagne, &c. It has been
hinted by some malicious persons, that the
proceedings at table were worthy of the place
where the feast was held.”
These cruel and lazy Governors must have
looked funny, sprawled on the velvet banks,
with public rum and segars in their bladders and
jaws, and obscenity and blasphemy in their
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filthy mouths, gazing at the unfortunate creatures,
(rowing for their lives beneath a burning
sun,) whom the public kindly placed under
their supervision. What a gang of drones,
and thieves, and squanderers, and unblushing
scamps! O that Maloney and Pinckney and
Oliver could be made to earn, by hard labor, a
tithe of the thousands they rifle from the
honest and industrious classes.
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The Harpers are dead! They have played
their last card, and sung their last lay! Their
death was horrible and harrowing to their
friends. Read their melancholy and most deplorable
Obituary, on the first page of their
Weekly Journal of July 10, which contains the
sprawling likeness of James Gordon Bennett,
with a most glorious coat of whitewash over
the sweet form of Helen Jewett, and a host of
black mail imps and slaughtered victims of his
vengeance and cupidity. Read, O read, and
behold the price of a puff, and weep over the
irrecoverable downfall of the Harpers, including
James, the unnaturalized Englishman, who
was an American Mayor! O, jokers and
thimble riggers! where are you? Appear!
appear! appear! and strive to crush your
rivals!
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All is not sung from pious lung!
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Mayor Tiemann is an Episcopalian:
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If high or low,
Dam if I know,
Though deeds will show,
As vane the blow.
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The Harpers are smooth and quiet Methodists,
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And value pence
More than defence
Of sacred Altars,
Or pious paupers.
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Gov. Oliver is a rough and noisy Methodist,
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And blows wind like a bellows
To many verdant fellows,
While in Pauper contracts,
He seeks Robbers’ barracks.
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The Police and Public Robbers.
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Now that Captains Leonard and Dowling
are reinstated, and as new brooms sweep
mighty clean, and as they will probably make
more arrests and rip up more rascality than
their associates during the next two months,
I will direct their attention to the tax books,
to ascertain the amount of taxes paid by De
Forest and Tisdale before they established the
Hunter Woodis Society. Also, what their
associates paid. Accredited rumor says that
all the members of the Hunter Woodis Society
were drones and paupers before they
began to collect indigent funds for the Hunter
Woodis Society, and before they cunningly
devised (in connection with Cooper, Tiemann,
Gerard, and others) the Calico Balls
at the Academy of Music and Crystal Palace.
They now have their carriages, (gold and
silver mounted,) and fast horses, and elegant
mansions, and have even had the silly boldness
to open an Ice Cream and Lager Bier
Saloon, on a scale of dazzling splendor and
unprecedented area, that would fascinate the
Frenchman, and bewilder the German, and
will astonish the American. So, just examine
the tax books, Leonard and Dowling, and
give me the startling statistics, and I will
publish them. And I’ll bet largely in advance,
that they were paupers until they stole and
appropriated the fascinating and noble name
of Woodis, to consummate their unhallowed
schemes, to rob the Poor of the Metropolis.
“That’s all,” as Dr. Wallace too often says at
the close of his Junius editorials in the Herald:
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O Doctor, Doctor, Doctor!
You are a funny Proctor!
O De Forest and Tisdale,
You’ll soon have worms, and grow pale.
Leonard and Dowling: To your task,
And in my rays, you yet may bask.
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Advertisements—25 Cents a line.
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Credit—From two to four seconds, or as long as the Advertiser
can hold his breath! Letters and Advertisements to
be left at No. 114 Nassau street, second story, front room.
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NOTICE TO FARMERS AND MARKET GARDENERS.—City Inspector’s
Department, New York, June 16, 1858.—In conformity with the
following resolution, the space therein mentioned will be
permitted to be used as a place, by farmers and gardeners, for
the sale of vegetables and garden produce, until the hour of 12
o’clock, M., daily—the use to be free of charge:
Resolved, That permission be, and is hereby, given to farmers
and market gardeners, to occupy daily, until 12 M., free of
charge, the vacant space of the northern and southern extremities
of the intersection of Broadway and Sixth avenue, between
Thirty-second and Thirty-fifth streets, without infringing
upon the streets which the said space intersects, for the
purpose only of selling vegetables and market produce, of their
own farms or gardens, under the supervision of the City Inspector.
Also, by resolution of the Common Council, The use of
Gouverneur slip is granted to farmers and gardeners for the
sale of produce from wagons.
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GEO W. MORTON, City Inspector.
JOSEPH CANNING, Sup’t of Markets.
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NOTICE—TO PERSONS KEEPING SWINE, OWNERS OF PROPERTY WHERE THE
SAME MAY BE KEPT, AND ALL OTHERS INTERESTED. At a meeting of the
Mayor and Commissioners of Health, held at the City Hall of the
City of New York, Friday, June 18th, 1858, the following preamble
and resolutions were adopted:
Whereas, A large number of swine are kept in various portions
of the city; and whereas, it is the general practice of
persons so keeping swine, to boil offal and kitchen refuse and
garbage, whereby a highly offensive and dangerous nuisance
is created, therefore, be it
Resolved. That this Board, of the Mayor and Commissioners
of Health, deeming swine kept south of (86th) street, in
this city, to be creative of a nuisance and detrimental to the
public health, therefore, the City Inspector be, and he is hereby,
authorized and directed to take, seize, and remove from
any and all places and premises, all and every swine found or
kept on any premises in any place in the city of New York
southerly of said street, and to cause all such swine to be removed
to the Public Pound, or other suitable place beyond the
limits of the city or northerly of said street, and to cause all
premises or places wherein, or on which, said swine may
have been so found or kept, to be thoroughly cleaned and purified
as the City Inspector shall deem necessary to secure the
preservation of the public health, and that all expenses incurred
thereby constitute a lien on the lot, lots or premises
from which said nuisance shall have been abated or removed.
Resolved, That the foregoing resolutions shall take effect
from and after the first day of July next, and that public notice
be given of the same by publication in the Corporation
papers to that date, and that notice may be given to persons
keeping swine by circulars delivered on the premises, and
that all violations of this order be prosecuted by the proper
legal authorities, on complaint from the City Inspector or his
officers.
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City Inspector’s Department,}
New York, June 18, 1858.}
All persons keeping swine, or upon whose property or premises
the same may be kept, are hereby notified that the above
resolutions will be strictly enforced from and after the first
day of July next.
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GEO. W. MORTON, City Inspector.
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FRANCIS B. BALDWIN, WHOLESALE
and RETAIL CLOTHING & FURNISHING WAREHOUSE,
70 and 72 Bowery, between Canal and Hester sts.,
New York. Large and elegant assortment of Youths’ and
Boys’ Clothing.
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F. B. BALDWIN,
J. G. BARNUM.
F. B. BALDWIN has just opened his New and Immense
Establishment. THE LARGEST IN THE CITY! An entire
New Stock of GENTLEMEN’S, YOUTH’S and CHILDREN’S
CLOTHING, recently manufactured by the best
workmen in the city, is now opened for inspection. Also, a
superior stock of FURNISHING GOODS. All articles are
of the Best Quality, and having been purchased during the
crisis, WILL BE SOLD VERY LOW! The Custom Department
contains the greatest variety of CLOTHS, CASSIMERES,
and VESTINGS.
Mr. BALDWIN has associated with him Mr. J. G. BARNUM,
who has had great experience in the business, having
been thirty years connected with the leading Clothing Establishments
of the city.
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THOMAS A. DUNN, 506 Eighth Avenue,
has a very choice assortment of Wines, Brandies, Cordials,
and Segars, which he will sell at prices that will yield a
fair profit. All my democratic friends, and my immediate associates
in the Boards of Aldermen and Councilmen are respectfully
invited to call in their rambles through Eighth Avenue,
and enjoy a good Havana segar, and nice, sparkling
champagne, and very exhilarating brandy. For the segars, I
will charge my political friends and associates only five pence
each, and for the brandy only ten pence per half gill, and for
the champagne only four shillings a glass, or two dollars a bottle.
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So call, kind friends, and sing a glee,
And laugh and smoke and drink with me,
Sweet Sangaree
Till you can’t see:
(Chorus—At your expense!
Which pays my rents,)
For my fingers do you see
O’er my nose gyrating free?
THOMAS A. DUNN, No. 506 Eighth avenue.
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JAMES DONNELLY’S COAL YARD,—Twenty-sixth street and Second
Avenue. I always have all kinds of coal on
hand, and of the very best quality, which I will sell as low as
any other coal dealer in the United States.
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JAMES DONNELLY.
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FOLEY’S CELEBRATED “GOLD PENS.”
For sale by all Stationers and Jewellers.
OFFICE AND STORE,
163 BROADWAY.
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MRS. S. S. BIRD’S LADIES’ AND GENTLEMEN’S DINING AND OYSTER
SALOONS, No. 31 Canal street, near East Broadway, and 264
Division street, New York.
Oysters Pickled to Order.
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COREY AND SON, MERCHANT’S EXCHANGE,
Wall street, New York.—Notaries Public and Commissioners.—United
State’s Passports issued in 36 hours,—Bills
of Exchange, Drafts, and Notes protested,—Marine protests
noted and extended.
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EDWIN F. COREY,
EDWIN F. COREY, Jr.
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J. VAN TINE, SHANGAE RESTAURANT,
No. 2, Dey street, New York.
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S. & J. W. BARKER, GENERAL AUCTIONEERS
& REAL ESTATE BROKERS. Loans
negotiated, Houses and Stores Rented, Stocks and Bonds
Sold at Auction or Private Sale.
Also, FURNITURE SALES attended to at private houses.
Office, 14 Pine street, under Commonwealth Bank.
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CARLTON HOUSE, 496 Broadway, New York. Bates and Holden, Proprietors.
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THEOPHILUS BATES.
OREL J. HOLDEN.
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TRIMMING MANUFACTURERS.—B. S.
YATES & CO., 639 Broadway, New York.
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Fringes, Cords, Tassels, Loops, Gimps, and Gimp Bands.
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WM. COULTER, Carpenter.—I have long
been engaged as a Carpenter, and I assure all who
will favor me with their patronage, that I will build as good
houses, or anything else in my line, as any other carpenter in
the city of New York. I will also be as reasonable in charges
for my work as any other person.
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WILLIAM COULTER, Carpenter.
Rear of 216 East Twentieth street, New York.
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GERARD BETTS & CO., AUCTION AND COMMISSION MERCHANTS, No. 106, Wall street, corner of
Front street, New York.
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W. W. OSBORN, MERCHANT TAILOR,
9 Chamber street, near Chatham street, New York.
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SOLOMON BANTA, Architect, No. 93 Amos street, New York. I have
built as many houses and stores as any Architect in this city, or
the United States, and I can produce vouchers to that effect; and
I flatter myself that I can build edifices that will compare
favorably, in point of beauty and durability, with those of any
architect in this country. I am prepared to receive orders in my
line of business, at No. 93 Amos street, New York.
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SOLOMON BANTA.
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ROBERT ONDERDONK—THIRTEENTH
WARD HOTEL, 405 and 407 Grand street, corner of Clinton
street, New York.
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WILLIAM M. TWEED, CHAIR, & OFFICE FURNITURE DEALER AND MANUFACTURER,
No. 289 Broadway, corner of Read street, New York. Room No. 15.
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TRUSSES, ELASTIC STOCKINGS, SHOULDER
BRACES, SUPPORTERS, BANDAGES, &c. H. L. Parsons,
M.D. Office, 4 Ann street, under the Museum.
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FASHION HOUSE.—JOSEPH HYDE PROPRIETOR,
corner Grand and Essex street. Wines, Liquors,
and Cigars of the best brands. He invites his friends to give
him a call. Prompt and courteous attention given his patrons.
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WILLIAM A. CONKLIN, ATTORNEY AND
COUNSELLOR AT LAW, No. 176 Chatham street,
New York. Any business entrusted to his charge from citizens
of this city or any part of the country, will receive prompt
and faithful attention, and be conducted on reasonable terms.
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WILLIAM A. CONKLIN.
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HERRING’S PATENT CHAMPION FIRE AND BURGLAR
PROOF SAFE, with Hall’s Patent Powder Proof
Locks, afford the greatest security of any Safe in the world.
Also, Sideboard and Parlor Safes, of elegant workmanship
and finish, for plate, &c. S. C. HERRING & CO.,
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251 Broadway.
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JAMES MELENFY, (SUCCESSOR TO SAMUEL HOPPER,) Grocer, and
Wholesale and Retail Dealer in Pure Country Milk. Teas, Coffee,
Sugars & Spices. Flour, Butter, Lard, Cheese, Eggs &c. No.
158, Eighth Avenue, Near 18th Street, New York. Families supplied
by leaving their address at the Store.
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BOOT & SHOE EMPORIUMS, EDWIN A. BROOKS,
Importer and Manufacturer of Boots, Shoes & Gaiters,
Wholesale and Retail, No. 575 Broadway, and 150 Fulton
Street, New York.
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MCSPEDON AND BAKER’S STATIONERY WAREHOUSE
AND ENVELOPE MANUFACTORY, Nos. 29, 31, and
33, Beekman Street, New York.
Envelopes of all patterns, styles, and quality, on hand,
and made to order for the trade and others, by Steam Machinery.
Patented April 8th, 1856.
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COZZENS’ HOTEL COACHES,—STABLE, Nos. 34 and
36 Canal Street, New York.
I will strive hard to please all those generous citizens
who will kindly favor me with their patronage.
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EDWARD VAN RANST.
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J. W. MASON, MANUFACTURER, WHOLESALE AND
RETAIL DEALERS in all kinds of Chairs, Wash Stands,
Settees, &c. 377 & 379 Pearl Street, New York.
Cane and Wood Seat Chairs, in Boxes, for Shipping.
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BENJAMIN JONES, COMMISSION DEALER, IN REAL
ESTATE. Houses and stores and lots for sale in all
parts of the city. Office at the junction of Broadway,
Seventh Avenue, and Forty-Sixth Street.
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FULLMER AND WOOD, CARRIAGE MANUFACTURERS,
239 West 19th Street, New York.
Horse-shoeing done with despatch, and in the most scientific
manner, and on reasonable terms.
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EDWARD PHALON & SON, 497 and 517 Broadway,
New York—Depots for the sale of Perfumery, and
every article connected with the Toilet.
We now introduce the “BOUQUET D’OGARITA, or
Wild Flower of Mexico,” which is superior to any thing of
the kind in the civilized world.
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EDWARD PHALON & SON.
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SAMUEL SNEDEN, SHIP & STEAMBOAT BUILDER.—My
Office is at No. 31 Corlears street, New York; and
my yards and residence are at Greenpoint. I have built
Ships and Steamers for every portion of the Globe, for a
long term of years, and continue to do so on reasonable
terms.
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SAMUEL SNEDEN.
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JOHN B. WEBB, BOAT BUILDER, 718 WATER STREET.
My Boats are of models and materials unsurpassed by
those of any Boat Builder in the World. Give me a call,
and if I don’t please you, I will disdain to charge you for
what does not entirely satisfy you.
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JOHN B. WEBB.
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ALANSON T. BRIGGS—DEALER IN FLOUR BARRELS,
MOLASSES CASKS, WATER, AND ALL OTHER KINDS OF CASKS.
Also, new flour barrels and half-barrels; a large supply
constantly on hand. My Stores are at Nos. 62, 63, 64, 69,
73, 75, 77 and 79 Rutger’s Slip; at 235, 237, and 239 Cherry
street; also, in South and Water streets, between Pike and
Rutger’s Slip, extending from street to street. My yards in
Williamsburgh are at Furman & Co.’s Dock. My yards in
New York are at the corner of Water and Gouverneur
streets; and in Washington street, near Canal; and at Leroy
Place. My general Office is at 64 Rutger’s Slip.
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ALANSON T. BRIGGS.
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FULTON IRON WORKS.—JAMES MURPHY & CO.,
manufacturers of Marine and Land Engines, Boilers,
&c. Iron and Brass Castings. Foot of Cherry street, East
River.
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BRADDICK & HOGAN, SAILMAKERS, No. 272 South
Street, New York.
Awnings, Tents, and Bags made to order.
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JESSE A. BRADDICK,
RICHARD HOGAN.
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J. N. GENIN, FASHIONABLE HATTER, 214 Broadway,
New York.
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GENIN’S LADIES’ & CHILDREN’S OUTFITTING
BAZAAR, 513 Broadway, (St. Nicholas Hotel, N. Y.)
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WILLIAM M. SOMERVILLE, WHOLESALE AND
RETAIL DRUGGIST AND APOTHECARY, 205 Bleecker St.,
corner Minetta, opposite Cottage Place, New York. All the
popular Patent Medicines, fresh Swedish Leeches, Cupping,
&c. Physicians’ Prescriptions accurately prepared.
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WM. M. SOMERVILLE.
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A. W. & T. HUME, MERCHANT TAILORS, No.
82 Sixth Avenue, New York. We keep a large and
elegant assortment of every article that a gentleman requires.
We make Coats, Vests and Pants, after the latest
Parisian fashions, and on reasonable terms.
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A. W. & T. HUME.
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THE WASHINGTON, By BARTLETT & GATES,
No. 1 Broadway, New York. Come and see us, good
friends, and eat and drink and be merry, in the same capacious
and patriotic halls where the immortal Washington’s
voice and laugh once reverberated.
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O come to our Hotel,
And you’ll be treated well.
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BARTLETT & GATES.
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EXCELSIOR PRINTING HOUSE, 211 Centre St., is
furnished with every facility, latest improved presses,
and the newest styles of type—for the execution of Book,
Job and Ornamental Printing. Call and see specimens.
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CHARLES FRANCIS, SADDLER, (ESTABLISHED IN
1808,) Sign of the Golden Horse, 39 Bowery, New York,
opposite the Theatre. Mr. F. will sell his articles as low as
any other Saddler in America, and warrant them to be equal
to any in the World.
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H. N. WILD, STEAM CANDY MANUFACTURER, No.
451 Broadway, bet. Grand and Howard streets, New
York. My Iceland Moss and Flaxseed Candy will cure
Coughs and Sneezes in a very short time.
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JAMES GRIFFITHS, (Late CHATFIELD & GRIFFITHS,)
No. 273 Grand St., New York. A large stock of well-selected
Cloths, Cassimeres, Vestings, &c., on hand. Gent’s,
Youths’ and Children’s Clothing, Cut and Made in the most
approved style. All cheap for Cash.
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J. AGATE & CO., MEN’S FURNISHING GOODS
AND SHIRT MANUFACTURERS, 256 Broadway, New York.
Shirts made to order and guaranteed to fit.
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J. AGATE,\_\_\_\_\_F. W. TALKINGTON.
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BILLIARD TABLES.—PHELAN’S IMPROVED BILLIARD
TABLES AND COMBINATION CUSHIONS—Protected by
letters patent, dated Feb. 19, 1856; Oct 28, 1856; Dec. 8,
1857; Jan. 12, 1858. The recent improvements in these
Tables make them unsurpassed in the world. They are
now offered to the scientific Billiard players as combining
speed with truth, never before obtained in any Billiard Table.
Salesrooms Nos. 786 and 788 Broadway, New York. Manufactory
No. 53 Ann Street.
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O’CONNOR & COLLENDOR, Sole Manufacturers.
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S. L. OLMSTEAD, IMPORTER, MANUFACTURER
AND JOBBER OF MEN’S FURNISHING GOODS, No. 24 Barclay
Street, corner of Church, New York.
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C. B. HATCH, HILLER & MERSEREAU, Importers and Jobbers of Men’s
Furnishing Goods, and Manufacturers of the Golden Hill Shirts, 99
Chambers Street, N.E. corner Church Street, New York.
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L. A. ROSENMILLER, DRUGGIST, No. 172 Eighth Avenue, New York.
Cupping & Leeching. Medicines at all hours.
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