Judge — April 29, 1882 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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THE STOCK EXCHANGE, “Ox the street” the crowds are vying With each other; selling, buying, Coining all a brief existence Into one long search for gold; Ere the morning sunbeams strengthen, When the evening shadows lengthen, Still they haunt with fond persistenco ‘This mad mart of “bought and sold.” ‘There they linger, buying, selling, Courting hope, despair repelling, Grasping at an El Dorado Always just beyond their range. ‘And, where crowds are gathered thickest, Where the anxious breath comes quickest, Falls o'er all a heavy shadow— Shadow of the Stock Exchange. Round that pile of gloomy granite Life revolveth, as a planet ‘Swings around its system's center In the pathleas infinite. Voices of its buried fortunes, Widows’ pittance, orphans’ portions Whisper warnings as men enter Who have fatures still to blight. Bat they heed them not; the magnet Draws them still. As some great drag-net, Sweeping o'er the bed of ocean, Gathers prey of every kind— So the fatal street's attraction Fetters free and manly action, Leaves them with the sele emotion Of the gambler in their mind. Oh, the prey that net has draughted! Poisoned cup! what throngs have quaffed it To the dregs, so passing bitter That thelr life's whole course was turned! Poor, vain moths, whoso lightsome flying Was forever spoiled by spying Through the darkness the falso glitter Where the fatal candle burned. All this grandeur, steps of granite, Marble front and pillars, can it Hide the history of the building From the victim who survives? All this wealth was purchased dearly, And, though freely spent, can merely Serve as meretricious gilding For the wrecks of many lives. Mother Earth yields up her treasure For us all in lavish measure— On.the great and on the simple Freely she her wealth confers; But her rade, hard-handed tillers Were despoiled to raise the pillars Which uphold that statély temple Reared by Mammon’s worshipers. Oh, proud pile, thy deep foundations Rest on down-crushed aspirations Of a vanished El Dorado; And thy dome ia looking down On the fitful, fatal fever That will rage, and rage forever In the broad and blighting shadow ‘That thou castest on the town. 0, 1. SESSOP. Ir is a sad, sad case, that the late Cornelius Jeremiah Vanderbilt should have left nothing to his poor but ‘affectionate brother, William H. Bat Vanderbilts, like republics, are un- grateful to the last. Is there going to be a popular dis. “ Thurber” in-the coming race for Governor ¢ MoRE-On-TICK dresses are very fashionable ‘among impecunious ladies, while moire antique patterns elate the dames de wealth. =e ALTOGETHER TOO “FRESH.” Great Scott!—-Can This Be True? Wasmsarox, April 8—-Doctor Mary Walker was ar- rested here this morning on the charge of tampering with the mails, She gave a bond of $500 for her ap- pearance in court on Monday. Doctor Mary wears pantaloons, to be sure; but, then, she never lived in Newark, and never, so far as we are able to learn, received any of the advantages of a New Jersey educa- tion, ‘Tampering with the mails "—forsooth! Perhaps “mails” may be a misprint for “males;” and the “tampering” aforesaid may refer to her infringement on the unmen- tionable articles of masculine apparel. If this be the envious charge preferred against the doctor, we advise her to meet it—like a man. PENITENTIAL hymn for the Boston Bunco sharps: “In Adams' fall, We sinned all.” To be sung in long penitentiary meter. ‘A PICKER-UP of unconsidered trifles”: The old and ever reliable gout. Iv theatrical parlance, the ‘leg business is played out.” And that’s what’s the matter with Anna. Ir is generally conceded that Barnum is sharp, but few persons would believe that he would stand in with ,Jumbo in running afruit- stand. But such appears to be the case, for right in close proximity to his quarters there is a fruit-stand, with signs posted up, reading, Jumbo loves apples,” ‘ Jumbo is fond of oranges,” ctc., ete.; and when George takes Clara in to sce him, she naturally espies the signs and hints to George that she would dearly love to see the huge animal eat, and he says “certainly,” and proceeds to pur- chase fruit: apples, 10 cents apiece; oranges, ditto, worth about one cent; and it does not take a great arithmetician to see that there is something of profit in the transaction, al- though it is doubtful if Jumbo realizes any- thing more out of the copartnership than the fruit that he gets on the outside of. WILL Cyrus W. Ficld erect a monument to Jesse James? Why not? WERE ancient astronomers the original “Star Routers”? New-MARKET jackets are worn by other ladies than butchers’ wives and daughters. Favorite expletive of the British aristoc- racy: ‘‘ My stars and garters.” comicbooks.com