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L “ w of hfe life that'sholuid; ■ft hfm—left him ^ith a sicWy fiiiid to call i ^■tnrisis&.sss.s's phtase, not mme-d whdering kind of re- lanr oorrespondehee of old timea lcamoaad- ie k f upoi a. itfyiteiy-4 twaiare-troTe-a someOuny not to T>esolTod^or croi guow^ It -Wte at the veiy Ixrttom of ttebox, placed I fbere to be out of observation, out Of the war, out of t^ptatioh even, who knom when times were bad and business was slack, and [ Humphr^s the butchex Tir^ clamoring for ma had been part of our nfisdahle_ stock for was sealed, but as it was neces^ to know wbat was in trust for Sandy, and who Sandy was—asl was sole executor, legatee, and what not, despite my not having troubled Somerset House with any cMm to my little estate in ibe ^ppho Street busiriess—I broke the seal and esamined^^e con^ts of the envelope. hundr^ poimds\*: newBankof Euglai they bore the date. i 'f 3:»5«2SSs; C ^ f g l S s t i f a s i s__%. w ^ m ^ a p s r r « : r l “I \ ' “Tou see, I was in an out-of-the-way of Australia—with a gold-hunting gang- the cooking was the trouble of our lives,\ he explained. haV0 always bad a great respect for a cookery-book! ever since.” “.OhTi^^esn^^ttCT^ ^ P ‘ thabgh,” he said,, wJJh a twitching at the cor^ her* of bfe fnouth, if bich 1 could almost fancy might have been apmile with a little stronger Poor dad! Ha did not smile again; ub mu not speak ever apy? more. The morrow came _ he, putu re thf ‘dingy n6te-p„jr- ------ Jatmpfencils, slates, and wafers, the) fancy stationery in general, aud annotlnced to itbe straggling world withouteioors that •Tohas Clatterbrid^ had retired permanently ■_ from a business | rpMcb Sir. HurapbreyS said had never been “great shakes.” , should think he was well put of it,” Mr. Humphreys added too, a little contemptuous ly ; but then Mri Humphreys was a butcher, and had made a deal of money out of bad meat in general, apd was the oWner of the next fouf shops pDj $appbo Street, iny father’s being one of them. Sir. Humphreys was looked Up to in Sappho,Street, though I did not ■care for him myself^ and poor father had once ■called him a pi'g. That was in very hard times 'Oue year when the rent was not easy to pay, and Me. Humpl^eys sdid he should put the brokers in if he; was kept waitmg after Satur day uight, which he was,not, for father sO’' his watch and chain, and mother’s, too, think, and so distraint was saved ns. We did not like 3Ir. Humphreys after that we set -him down as a very hard, unsympa ■thetic man, and Were only barely civil tp him. Hut perhaps we were hard on Humphreys iu it was as diificulfc to make sUre of or as it is of anybody’s, f< .. . . . ..... ‘E! Heiwemyserntiny very well, looking hack j proMer orloafer; alook wlthno sensesof ftm m- it,.rather with an, expression of sa^ess, kept under by strong will. Altogether, it was an earnest, even a handsome face at which I gazed, despite its sternness, hardness, and the redness that an Austrahan sun had buTned into it, I did not distrust him, but I was sure that the motive for his coming to Sappho o.—, tQ my library had yet s, and used tO ires, andcha- , and your fa- -Vnri I thefi—be wasn’t marriWthen—used to advise ,\he me-iyhattohny,andalWahadasmileforMe. spect I liked your father, not having much of a tb^of iny own to care for, or to care for me. \ ' I did notunderstandmm, buti sympathized with the sorrow in Mi face and the mournful ton? of (voice in which he spoke, , answered. «ToUr f^er Was ve^ tand to E'fiSerwa.ssibe a r ^ e c i i r t o - d T l r f r i u * : ill, and people p Sappho Street were curious n J b t ofTeSs is^^^^ to your account 3 1 ^^“Well-^all the,years I have had, then.” ier,”Isaid; “you could and of his interest in r on his guard still; fencing, md and almost distrusting oh, I don’t know that I hb said^acutely, “ever say ppose he would. What’s tifan bobbing about at the ’j he inquired suddenly. tpilSnS \^bn’tthinkieouid.” £-S&j~5S2S Se| fBALANOi!, D eposit L C o . 1“ wWsPetOTp-tl^t^^^ who w 3sn’t,much,”he4de. S T ; ? which you think I might &3SS ithmyeyos . im m m _y.B,.™broaB.o!, lsEK#SiS“S ESfeSaS*® 'rsars“i- '“ I S S ■ f i S t t . going to have you encourage that . I I-m mS: l°h3“™S3^0o \ “You’U drive K to drink,\ She said in a ^ at^st- in |5l--:S r k h isfether w w m m 1 1 1 ^ '' miail'fe a ; |; h t o r « S ? f e s iu 3 ouj; smsm^ g^SiS£3 i s l i i s i i a alii and the pyospect of Peter’s coming into all his father’s properly one day, and setting up a brewery of jhis own, did not tempt me with a dream of greatness. Poor dad had been dead about three months when the preceding dialogue occurred. They bBii been three bu^ months with me, and 1 was gratefut fer them, for they Md saved me from fretting overmuch. I was lonely enough, and I felt thS I had pot a friend in the world; and though life in Sappho Street, eternal life in Sappho Street, beemed hardly worth the desperate fight it was, nevertheless the strug gle Md dope me gPod. H the boy Mike was troublesomePnd careless, still it was some one to scold when the papers were delivered to the f’ I “Very well, sir. What name—and address?\ [ | g S = 4 l i . ' 5 , V = ! | the letter,!’ said. “Alay ffes-ssi BASLY lEW YOBg. Tbe ThrMr OW Mariwti^lEenTi.* M HrMk- lr«—6ii»*a ■»* DweUlBS.|ta«a«s In iBIalden X«*e, fireenwiclt, C*rtlM*p Bey, aild West FKltam^'fitl^ts. _____ * As the name of the oeto^n^au iPercbantr who has pot iata my hands sonje reminiscences of the New York city of fifty, isiity, and eren eighty years ago appeared incidentaEy in that part of his manuscript wMch was published last week, it is perhaps no violation of confi- dence to say that it is John W. Degipnw. I have reason to know, however, that some of Mr. Degrauw’s many friends recognized his handiwork at once in the first artiol4 of the series. They will find the following paiiagraphs not less characteristic: “Thera were three principal markets in Hew York city in my hoyhooA The cjhief of these was the celebrated Fly Market at the foot of Maiden Lane, extending from Peart Street to Water Street, thence to EronfeStreet, and thepce to the Bast River. Its first division —that lying between Pearl and Water Streets— was a meatmarket; its second division—between i a fortune and bought a: )tkrin ____ ter County. In ihis part Of Maiden L« lived Cbaries Smith, Richarii Kingsland, ai the Wolfes, in the hardware bjoslness, and J, RdOSeTClt, the Ipoking-glas^ dealer, who af te mm water, flowed, the fish and ‘ country ’ market, each market being situated in the niidble of Maiden Lane. On any afternoon bufc tMt of Sunday the farmers of Long Xsland, e^ecially those Hying on Sowanus Bay and Cre^k, were seen making a landmg from them small boats, depositing on the wharves in the neighborhood of the market the produce of their farnis,'and offering It the next morning for sale on itbe side walks of Maiden Lane between Front Stijeet and the river. Their butter was put up in pound rolls, each covered with a pure white piece of linen, and fetching fromfifteen to eightecu cents a pound. They had the peculiarity of reckoning’ I eighteen ounces to the pound, .......... • ' with every pf m m m • s M ^ s m m t s i s s i H P H f Ifiptcfl * Hackensack, New Jers .Li mm2 But it may! M i i m i i s i irand Md^rfo oM da7 A Curious Tale. --C - )t particular. Have yon got any j ^ f f d l K ^ r a V t a k . , aM-iBBk. xny blood, ias Wile’s penny novelettes say, eft ■coursing through my veins. ■ “ Oh! I’m not particular. Have you got any Then there were all the rickety books of the ! poetry books?” tbiee-volum;e sets to strengthen by glue and i “ ------------ Hack-thread, and it was quite the mitoitnmer --- ■quarter before I h^ got dear dad’s debts in, aud tfae*b<3p in fair workmg order, and I «oidd, feel as if the place belonged to me. Presently I foMd the time—ah! and the Jpart put my father’s tMugs in order j to open, bis desk, pack up Ms clothes, arrange m- destroy all: the Irtters and papers he Md left behind biin. and wMch he had had an old- iaabioned pleasore* is boarding, and which, ~»m£ -- It had died with poor father, he believe^, and be had come to Sappho'Street to make certain, and to explain to lae that he wag anxious about his money left in trust, and to prove that it too* Ms money, perhaps. i I also played my own part cautioiisly uoW. I had to be convinced of this stranger’s idea. .EEEE. , Stephen Dando, I proceedings of the Jol . 1 Episcopal Church.! Abraham BroWer, Mr. Sickles, and the Duvals wereother merchant lembCrs of that church. Peter Sharp, the ?hip-maker, lived on the same block, and built n arcade through to John’Street suitable for the retMl dry-goods trade. ! “ Lei us step down to Gi^enwich Street, the lower ipart' of which ran formerly along, the river. Between Morris andj Rector Streets no great Change has taken plaice in the-hu on its east side, although d few of thet been tern down to make room for stores. tenemtot-hous^ and in so the distinguished mmehant ;pmm- in widenlV^andTiberty Si ' ■ i ^ P mwhobeldfebardestegg > y o raU iow « . WAVSTOE uor. a & a a ^ a e K B s ___ igsMP'“ sI'SffiSHKS- es, an upholsterer, at the north sid sf Maiden Labe, wbi I “ ^e jo-^ rhymps that still rjemain I l S S S S f e ^ ^ l m a d e . ’’ ’ l4 was one of the companions of Lafayette, and it jthe same time with the grealb general crossed he Atlantic to our aid The merry major does Lofc seem toihave been a horn for these are , Perhaps you may uot know it If hot in haste I Do stop and taste I Xou merry folk will show it.” The lines were Written wlthoiit any punctua- tido, and the exuberance of the light-hearted Frenchman e:^ressed itselfin a long scroll be- .neaththem. .This room heard the poet’s tales, bitt the fireplace atavery early jdate was bricked up to arrange for a Franklin stdve. Het us ascend the creaky stairt. Passing round ’■’’0 comer one, finds a suite of two rooms, one ite large. In this grand, ghest-ehamher La bette once passed the night The floor was •iousiy painted to resemble a carpet, with mend figures in blue and yellow. Now the ctfcSderablylesi difficulty. Tk^oldpapw-adoriffil tbe walls, put on after the old btyle—m squared 0 ? about a foot.' In many of the rooms there are tm-ee layers, and here and them, the upper one being tom off, there appear the) gre^n flo wers'of an older and prettier paper. I jThe old tavern stood just as |it was buUt until 1820, when an L was added qn the west end, lillothing else has been changed,-, and rince it is , SO far remote m the country, away from town of city, although on what was once the Mghway 1 betweenhe t shire towns of Suffolk -and Worces- 1 ter, we can trust that for many a year yet it W\ [Bosfom Trar —’ mmMM '^ ■ I X Z S X I X 3 sts, and about the “ j p : f t h e d : ^ s i ®Tiwcsand Oppositethf w?i l 5 m a m - t r a t e l . CUHABtoIITE L rcSis. _ _ _ ;sg,i™ Artemas Ward’s tjncoBscions Joke. ir- 9 ssj| T B A T E L . I J ^ l ^ E B I A b G^ERMi^y M AIL Nortli German iloyji Steamsflip Line i BETWEEN JOKM, JOUTHAMPTd*. , Certifleates. OELRiCHS & ^CO, SmiNCTOVINE L FOSTON. O f ? B ftiAtat Coney Island, a celehrated swi place for the boys. Near the site of the present Wan Street fenyhouse, at the foot <ff %atagae set, stood Pierrepont’s gin milL Herrepont was the most celebrated -American brand, —I the foreman of the mill where it was made was the father of Archbishop-McCloskey. About ^e year 1822 tM Fly Market was tom down, ( and Maiden Lane considerahly wideued as far up as Wflliam street. :ha one instance a large three^toiy hriejk houae was moyed b^ck; wlth- Olis injuiy to Jteelf or to TOankind. Wooden ' !■;! ...4 , The following story isltold of Artemas When he was a boy Me was foM of i , „ cards, an amusement he was oblij^ to indulge in snrreptitionsly, as h& good mother- did nbt iapprove of it. One day d*he wasdeepia aganie, supposing his mother was absent, he heardsome approaching the jdoor and immediately J,—teredup the cards^d thrust them into the pocketof a coat hangMi against the waH, whifeh hesupposed to be Msh;^ A dreadfaimista|ke , on Ms pari^ for it belong to the minister who I %^sis
