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blooded contest election, that he was compelled to All over the city, wherever a square inch of floor furnish himself with a long-legged gray horse early or pavement can be obtained-in bar-rooms, hotels, on the morning of the second day, to carry him streets, newspaper offices-animated conversations about with sufficient rapidity from point to point to are got up between the Hickock gentry and the meet them as they sprang up. The little man, of a Bill Snivel men. truth, was so tossed and driven about by his vari “If dandy Hickock gets in," says a squint-eyed ous self-imposed duties in the committee-rooms, man with a twisted nose, “I've got a rooster-pigeon streets, and along the wharves, that he came well - I'll pick his feathers bare, stick a pipestem in his nigh going stark mad. During the day, he hurried claw, friz his top-knot, and offer him as a stumpup and down the streets, from poll to poll, bearing candidate for next Mayor." tidings from one to the other-distributing tickets “Can your rooster-pigeon spell his own name, -cheering on the little boys to shout, and placing Crossfire ?” asked a tall Hickock street inspector. big men in the passages to stop the ingress of Bill “If he can't, you'd better put him a quarter under Snivel voters; I say, during the day he posted from Bill Snivel. It would be as good as an infant place to place on his lank gray nag, with such fury school for him!” that many sober people thought he had lost his “I think I'd better take my little Bantam-cock," wits, and was hunting for them on horseback in this retorted the squint-eyed man; “he's got a fine comb distracted manner.
which would answer for shirt-ruffles," and the Bill At night, what with drinking gin-slings and bran- Snivel auditors gave a clamorous shout. dy-and-water at the bar to encourage the vaga "If he's got a comb,” said the tall inspector, bonds that stood looking wistfully on-talking red stooping towards the shouters, “it's more than what hot Hickock politics to groups of four, five, and six Bill Snivel's head has seen this two and forty years!" --and bawling applause at the different public meet- The Hickock gentry now sent up in turn a vigorous ings he attended-he presented at the close of the hurrah ; and a couple of ragamuffins in the mob, day's services, such a personal appearance that any who had been carrying on a little under-dialogue one might have supposed he had stayed in an oven on their own account, now pitched into each other till the turning point between red and brown ar- in the most lively manner, and after being allowed rived, and then jumped out and walked home with to phlebotomize each other very freely, were drawn the utmost possible velocity to keep up his color. apart by their respective coat tails, and carried to a There are seventeen wards in the city, and every neighboring pump. ward has its Fahrenheit Flapdragon.
The battle by no means ceases at the going down While these busy little committee-men are bus- of the sun; for, besides the two large assemblages tling and hurrying about, parties of voters are con- to which we have before alluded, there is in each stantly arriving on foot, in coaches, barouches, open ward a nightly meeting in some small room in the wagons, and omnibuses, accompanied by some elec- second story of a public house, where about one tioneering friend who brings them up to the polls. hundred and fifty miscellaneous human beings are Every hour the knots about the door swell, until entertained by sundry young attorneys and other they fill the street. In the interior of the building, spouters, practising the
English language and trymeanwhile, a somewhat different scene presents it- ing the force of their lungs. At these meetings self. Behind a counter, on three wooden stools, you will be sure (whenever you attend them) to three men are perched with a green box planted in meet with certain stereotyped faces—which are front of the one in the centre, and an officer with always there, always with the same smiling expresa staff at either end. The small piece of green sion--and looking as if they were parts of the furniture thus guarded is the ballot box, and all wainscoting or lively pieces of furniture, fixed there sorts of humanity are every moment arriving and by the landlord to please his guests. The smiling depositing their votes. Besides the officers, two or gentlemen are office-seekers. In the corner, sitting three fierce-looking men stand around the box on on a table, you may observe a large puffed-out man, either side, and challenge in the most determined with red cheeks; he is anxious to obtain the apmanner every suspicious person of the opposite pointment of beer-gauger under the corporation. politics. "I challenge that man's vote,” says one, Standing up by the fire place is a man with a dingy as a ragged young fellow with a dirty face and face and shivering person, who wishes to be weigher strong odor of brandy approaches. "I don't be- of coal, talking to a tall fellow who stoops in the lieve he is entitled to a vote.” “Yes, he is,” replies shoulders like a buzzard, with a prying nose and another, “I know him-he's a good citizen. But eye, and a face as hard and round as paving-stone, you may swear him if you choose!” At this, the who is making interest for reappointment as street vagabond is pushed up to the counter by one of his inspector. There is also another, with a brown, political friends—his hat is knocked off by an officer tanned countenance, patriotically lamenting the de--the chief inspector presents an open Bible, at cline of the good old Revolutionary spirit-who which the vagabond stares as if it were a stale cod- wants the office of leather inspector. fish instead of the gospels—a second friend raises The most prominent man at these meetings is his hand for him, and places it on the book—and orator Bog, a personage whose reputation shoots the chief inspector is about to swear him—when up into a wonderful growth, during the three days the Hickock challenger cries out, "Ask him if he of election, while his declamation is fresh, but which understands the nature of an oath!” “What is an suddenly withers and wilts away, when the heat of oath?" asks the inspector solemnly. “D-n your the conflict has cooled. His eloquence is the pecueyes!” hiccups the young Bill Snivel voter. liar offspring of those sunny little Republican hot
"Take him out!" shouts the inspector, and the beds, ward meetings. officers in attendance, each picking up a portion of He has just described the city as “split like a his coat collar, hurry him away with inconceivable young eel from nose to tail by the diabolical and rapidity through a back door into the street, and cruel knife of those modern Čatilines," the alder: dismiss him with a hearty punch of their staves in men of the city—they having recently run a main the small of his back.
street through it north and south.
These are the men," he exclaimed with an awful | ecstatic Bill Snivel men, and a hearty burst of smile on his countenance, “these are the men that laughter broke forth. dare insult the democracy by appearing in public Several lusty vagabonds came near going into like goslings-yes, like goslings !--with such articles fits, when orator Bog facetiously though gravely as these on their legs!” and thrusting a pair of stopped his nose with his thumb and finger, and retongs-heretofore dexterously concealed under the marked, “I think some one has brought a skunk skirts of his coat–into his hat, which stood upon into the room ! ” the table before him, he drew out a pair of fine silk The last hour of the last day of the Great Charter stockings, and swung them triumphantly over the Contest has arrived. Every carman, every merheads of the mob, which screamed and clamored chant's clerk, every negro with a freehold, every with huge delight at the spectacle. “And such ar- stevedore, every lamp-lighter, every street-sweeper, ticles as these!” he shouted, producing from the every vagrant, every vagabond has cast his vote. same receptacle a shirt about small enough for a Garret, cellar, sailor's boarding house, shed, stable, Fearling infant, with enormous green ruffles about sloop, steamboat, and dock-yard, have been ranlarge enough for a Patagonian.
sacked, and not a human being on the great island Look at it!” cried Bog, throwing it to one of of Manhattan has escaped the clutch of the Scourthe mob.
ing and District Committees of the two great con" It's pine shavings painted green,” shouted the tending parties. At this critical moment, and as mob.
the sun began to look horizontally over the chim"Smell of it!” cried Bog.
ney-tops with a broad face, as if he laughed at the "It's scented with assy-fetid-y!” vociferated the quarrels of Hickock gentry and Bill Snivel men,
two personages were prowling and prying along the Hickock code of politics) taking hold of one wristwharf on the East River, like a brace of inquisitive and the other (who advocated the Bill Snivel syssnipe.
tem) seizing the other, they commenced chafing At the self same moment the eyes of both alighted his temples and rubbing the palms of his hands. on an object floating in the water; at the self same The Wharf Committee-men meantime felt inclined moment both sprang forward with a boat-hook in to renew the dispute as to their claim on the body his hand and fastened upon the object of their mus of the half-drowned loafer, but by advice of the tual glances, one at the one extremity, the other at medical gentlemen, the claim was referred, to be the other. In a time far less than it takes the north settled by the man's own lips, whenever he should star to twinkle, the object was dragged on shore, recover the use of them. The medical students and proved to be the body of a man enveloped in a chafed and rubbed, and every minute leaned down fragmentary blue coat, roofless hat, and corduroy to the ear of the drowned body, as if to catch some pantaloons.
favorable gnosis. “Hurrah for Hickock," shouted “I claim him," said one of the boat-hook gentle- the man, opening his eyes just as one of the medical men, a member of the Seventh Ward Hickock students had withdrawn his mouth from his ear. Wharf Committee. “I saw him first! He's our The Hickock portion of the mob gave three cheers. voter by all that's fair.”
"Hurrah for Bill Snivel," shouted the resuscitated “He wants a jug-full of being yours, my lad," loafer, as the other medical student applied his lips retorted the other, a member of the Bill Snivel to his organ of hearing, Wharf Committee. “He's too good a Christian to The loafer was now raised upon his legs, and marbe yours--for don't you see he's jest been bap- shalled like some great hero between the medical tized.”
students and the two members of the Wharf Com“He's mine," responded the Hickock committee- mittees, and borne towards the polls, having each man, “for my hook fastened in his collar and there- hand alternately supplied by the Hickock people by saved his head-he couldn't vote without his and the Bill Snivel with the tickets of the respective head!”
parties. They arrived at the door of the election “A timber head he must have if he'd vote the room, with the body of this important and disputed shirt-ruffle ticket,” retorted the Bill Snivel com- voter, just one minute after sun down, and finding mittee-man.
him thus to be of no value, the Hickock medical By this time, a mob had gathered about the dis- student and committee-man and the Bill Snivel putants, who stood holding the rescued body each student and committee-man, united in applying by a leg with its head downward to let the water their feet to his flanks and kicking him out of the drain from its windpipe.
building! "Why, you land-lubbers," cried a medical student In two or three days, the votes of the city were pushing his professional nose through the throng, duly canvassed, and it was found that they stood ** you'll give the man the apoplexy if you hold him for Bill Snivel, 13,000; for Herbert Hickock, 13,303 that way just half a minute longer.” In a trice —scattering 20. Three hundred and three learned after, a second medical student arrived, and hearing Bill Snivel gentlemen having, in consequence of what the other had said, exclaimed: "It's the best their limited knowledge of orthography
and politics, thing you can do-hold him just as he is, or he's voted for Bill Snivel for constable instead of Mayor! sure to get the dropsy.” The mob, however, inter- Herbert Hickock, Esq., was therefore declared duly fered—the man was laid on his back-and one of elected Mayor of the city and county of New York. the medical students (who was propitious to the
SKETCHES OF PARIS.
BY JOHN SANDERSON. 1838.
I must tell you how one lodges in Paris. A Ho- runs errands, answers your visits, and fines you a shiltel is a huge edifice, mostly in form of a parallel- ling if you stay out after twelve; and his relation ogram, and built around a paved court-yard, which with many lodgers enables him to give you these serves as a landing for carriages as well as for per- services, I am ashamed to tell you how cheap. By sons on foot, and leads up to the apartments by one proper attentions also to his wife, there will come or more staircases. In the centre of the front wall to your bed every morning, at the hour you apis a wide door (a porte cochère) opening from the point, a cup of coffee or tea, and the entertainment street; and just inside a lodge (a concierge) and a of the lady's conversation while you sip it. Each porter, who wakes night and day over the concerns story of a hotel is divided into apartments and of the establishment. This porter is an important rooms; that is, accommodations for whole families individual, and holds about the same place in a Pa- or individuals ; distinction, and of course price, deris hotel that Cerberus holds-(I leave you a place creasing upwards. For example, he who lives a for the rhyme). He is usually a great rogue, a spy story lower down, thinks himself above you, and of the government, and a shoemaker ; he cobbles you in return consider him overhead below you. the holes he makes in your boots, while his wife À third story in the Rue Castiglione or Rivoli is darns those she makes in your stockings. He is equal in rank to a second story any where else. always a bad enemy and a useful friend, and you The Porter's Lodge is a little niche about eight purchase his good will by money and condescen- feet square. It pays no rent, but receives a salary, sions, as a first minister's. He lets you rooms, he usually of sixty dollars a year, from the proprietor. attends them, receives parcels, letters, messages, Our porter is a man of several talents. He tunes pianos for ten sous, and plays at the “Petit Lazari,” | style which gives entire families and individuals, at of a night for two francs. Indeed his whole family a price that would procure them very mean sepaplays; his grandmother plays the "Mother of the rate lodgings, the air of living in a great castle; Gracchi." He takes care too of his wife's father, and they escape by it, all that emulation about but he dresses him up as a Pair de France, or a houses, and door servants, and street display, which Doge, and makes a good deal out of him also. brings so much fuss and expense in our cities. I Besides, he has a dog which he expects soon to play have seen houses a little straitened, that were the “Chien de Montargis," he is studying; and a obliged to give Cæsar a coat to go to the door, magpie which plays already in the "Pie Voleuse." another to bring in dinner, and another to curry It is by these several industries that he is enabled the horses. To climb up to the second or third to clean my boots once a day, take care of my room, story is to be sure inconvenient; but once there and do all the domestic services required by a your climbing ends. Parlors, bed-rooms, kitchen bachelor at six francs a month ; and he has grown and all the rest are on the same level. In America into good circumstances. But, alas, impartial fate you have the dinner in the cellar, and the cook in knocks at the Porter's Lodge, as at the gates of the the garret; and nothing but ups and downs the Louvre. He had an only son, who, in playing Col- whole day. Moreover, climbing is a disposition of lin last winter, a shepherd's part in a vaudeville, our nature. “In our proper motion we ascend." had to wear a pair of white muslin breeches in the See with what avidity we climb when we are boys; middle of the inclement season, and he took cold and we climb when we are old, because it reminds and died of a fuxion de poitrine! The mother wept us of our boyhood. I have no doubt that the daily in telling this story, and then, some one coming in, habit of climbing too has a good moral influence; she smiled.
it gives one dispositions to rise in the world. I One is usually a little shy of these hotels, at first ought to remark here, that persons in honest cir. sight; especially if one comes from the Broad cumstances do not have kitchens in their own Mountain. You take hold of an unwieldy knocker, houses. you lift it up cautiously, and open flies the door six It is in favor of the French style not a little, that inches ; you then push yourself through, and look it improves the quality at least of one class of about with a kind of a suspicious and sheepish look, lodgers. Mean houses degrade men's habits, and and you see no one. At length, you discover an lower their opinions of living. As for me, I like individual, who will not seem to take the least no- this Paris way, but I don't know why. I like to see tice of you, till you intrude rather far; then he will myself under the same roof with my neighbors, accost you: Que demandez-vous, Monsieur ?—I wish One of them is a pretty woman, with the prettiest to see Mr. Smith. Monsieur ? — Monsieur, il ne de- little foot imaginable; and only think of meeting meure pas ici-Que tu es bête ! exclaims the wife, this little foot, with which one has no personal acc'est Monsieur Smit. Oui, oui, oui—au quatrième, quaintance, three or four times a day on the stairMonsieur, audessus de l'entresol; and with this in case! Indeed, the solitude of a private dwelling formation, of which you understand not a syllable, begins to seem quite distressing. To be always you proceed up stairs, and there you ring all the with people one knows ! It paralyzes activity, bells to the garret; but no one knows Mr. Smith. breeds selfishness and other disagreeable qualities. Why don't you say Mr. Smit?
Solitary life has its vices too as well as any other. The houses here are by no means simple and On the other hand, a community of living expands uniform, as with us. The American houses are built, as ladies are dressed, all one way. First, there is a pair of rival saloons, which give themselves the air of parlors; and then there is a dining room, and corresponding chambers above to the third or fourth story; and an entry runs through the middle or along side, a mile or two without stopping; at the farthest end of which is the kitchen; so that one always stands upon the marble of the front door in December, until Kitty has travelled this distance to let one in. How many dinners have I seen frozen in their own sauces, how many lovers chilled, by this refrigeratory process ?-Here if you just look at the knocker, the door, as if by some invisible hand, flies open; and when you descend, if you say "Cordon," just as Ali Baba said “Sesame,” the door opens, and delivers you to the street. The houses too have private rooms, and secret doors, and intricate passages; and one can be said to be at home in one's own house. I would like to see any one find the way to a lady's boudoir. A thief designing to rob has to study beforehand the topography of each house; without which, he can no more unravel it than the Apocalypse. There are closets too and doors in many of the rooms unseen by the naked eye. If a gentleman is likely to be intruded on by the bailiff, he sinks into the earth; and a lady, if surprised in her dishabille or any such emergency, just disappears into the wall.
No private dwellings are known in Paris. A
one's benevolent affections, begets hospitality, mu- Sunday most solemnly; the theatres and dancing tual forbearance, politeness, respect for public rooms are silent, and all the shops (but the gin opinion, and keeps cross husbands from beating shop) shut; yet the poor get drunk, and the equitheir wives, and vice versa. If Xantippe had lived pages of the gentry parade their magnificence on in a French hotel, she would not have kept throw- Hyde Park, of a Sunday evening. ing things out of the window upon her husband's " How do you spend your Sundays," said a head. The domestic virtues are to be sure well Frenchman, condoling with another," in Amerienough in their way; but they are dull, and unless ca ?” He replied: " Monsieur, je prends medecine." kept in countenance by good company, they go too A Frenchman has a tormenting load of animal spir. soon to bed. Indeed that word "home," so sacred its that cannot live without employment: he has no in the mouths of Englishmen, often means little idea of happiness in a calm; and it is not likely else than dozing in an arm chair, listening to the that he will remain “endimanché chez-lui” during squeaking of children, or dying of the vapors; at the twelve hours of the day, or that his Sunday all events, the English are the people of the world evenings would be better employed than in the most inclined to leave these sanctities of home. theatre and ball room. This is my opinion; but I Here they are, by hundreds, running in quest of have great doubts whether a man ought to have an happiness all about Europe.
opinion of his own, when it does not correspond The manner of keeping Sunday is a subject of with that of others, who are notoriously wtser than general censure amongst our American visitors at himself. I cannot easily persuade myself, that naParis. There is no visible difference between this ture has intended the whole of this life to be given day and the others, except that the gardens and pub- up to a preparation for the next, else had she not lic walks, the churches in the morning, and the ball given us all these means of enjoyment, all these rooms and theatres in the evening, are more than "delicacies of taste, sight, smell, herbs, fruits and usually crowded. In London, the bells toll the flowers, walks and the melody of birds."
THE LITTLE FRENCHMAN AND HIS WATER LOTS.
BY GEORGE, P. MORRIS, 1839.
How much real comfort every one might enjoy, his neighbors had become suddenly rich by specuif he would be contented with the lot in which heaven lating in lots, he instantly grew dissatisfied with his has cast him, and how much trouble would be avoid- own lot, forthwith determined to shut up shop, turn ed if people would only "let well alone.” A mod- every thing into cash, and set about making money erate independence, quietly and honestly procured, in right down earnest. No sooner said than done; is certainly every way preferable even to immense and our quondam storekeeper a few days afterward possessions achieved by the wear and tear of mind attended an extensive sale of real estate, at the and body so necessary to procure them. Yet there Merchants' Exchange. are very few individuals, let them be doing ever so There was the auctioneer, with his beautiful and well in the world, who are not always straining inviting lithographic maps—all the lots as smooth every nerve to do better; and this is one of the many and square and enticingly laid out as possible—and causes why failures in business so frequently occur there were the speculators—and there, in the midst among us.
The present generation seem unwilling of them, stood Monsieur Poopoo. to “realize" by slow and sure degrees; but choose “Here they are, gentlemen,” said he of the hamrather to set their whole hopes upon a single cast, mer, “the most valuable lots ever offered for sale. which either makes or mars them for ever!
Give me a bid for them?" Gentle reader, do you remember Monsieur Poo "One hundred each," said a bystander. poo? He used to keep a small toy-store in Chatham, “One hundred!” said the auctioneer, "scarcely near the corner of Pearl-street. You must recollect enough to pay for the maps. One hundred-going him, of course. He lived there for many years, and -and fifty-gone! Mr. H. they are yours. À nowas one of the most polite and accommodating of ble purchase. You'll sell those same lots in less shopkeepers. When a juvenile, you have bought than a fortnight for fifty thousand dollars' profit!" tops and marbles of him a thousand times. To be Monsieur Poopoo pricked up his ears at this, and sure you have ; and seen his vinegar-visage lighted was lost in astonishment. This was a much easier up with a smile as you flung him the coppers; and way certainly of accumulating riches than selling you have laughed at his little straight queue and his toys in Chatham street, and he determined to buy dimity breeches, and all the other oddities that and mend his fortune without delay. made up the every-day apparel of my little French The auctioneer proceeded in his sale. Other parman. Ah, I perceive you recollect him now. cels were offered and disposed of, and all the pur
Well, then, there lived Monsieur Poopoo ever chasers were promised immense advantages for their since he came from " dear, delightful Paris," as he enterprise. At last, came a more valuable parcel was wont to call the city of his nativity-there he than all the rest. The company pressed around the took in the pennies for his kickshaws—there he laid stand, and Monsieur Poopoo did the same. aside five thousand dollars against a rainy day "I now offer you, gentlemen, these magnificent there he was as happy as a lark—and there, in all lots, delightfully situated on Long-Island, with valhuman probability, he would have been to this very uable water privileges. Property in feetitle inday, a respected and substantial citizen, had he been disputable—terms of sale, cash—deeds ready for willing to let well alone." But Monsieur Poopoo delivery immediately after the sale. How much for had heard strange stories about the prodigious rise them! Give them a start at something. How in real estate ; and, having understood that most of much !” The auctioneer looked around; there