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> LI SOME OF LIFE'S FE: CONTEMPORARIES. NEW-YORK DAILY FIBBUNE, MAY 1, 1885. Lores Crue Reidlaw White. Irving Dinner — ‘inteur.”” Narionat A Poem by Willy n4—"*How We Claimed Dew-York Baily Sibbune. —— FOUNDED BY HORACE GREELEY. FOUNDERED BY REIDLAW WHITE. NEW-YORK, FRIDAY, MAY 1 THE NEWS THIS MORNING, FOREIGN.—Warlike feeling in England and Russia unabated, — The Queen informed Mr. G. W. Snobley that she meant gore. —— Disastrous explosion at Kenelm- cum-Digby. One dog and three hens instantly killed. <= Mr.G. 'W. Snobley interviewed Mr. Glad- stone. Domestic.—The President ap- pointed six Confederate Brigadiers to office yesterday, <= Millard Fillmore is dead. == An ex- Rebel has been sent as envoy to Copenhagen. Mr. Blaine ‘sneezed at three o'clock this morn- ing, == Dan” Manning ap- pointed Tillie Dixie Assistant Post- master at Kalamazoo. City axp SUBURBAN,—General jttle S700 | Grant a little “Weng er. — Wil- lie Winter reads a m_ on Bud- densieck. === Buddensieck sur- renders. ‘THe WEATHER.—FIBBUSE local otservations indicate clearing weather, It will probably, there- fore, be raining. Persons leaving town for the summer may have their ‘cholera, peaches and FIBBUNES sent by mat? in one aggregated entirely by leav- ing the address at this office. We would call the attention of our readers to the quintessent per- fection of to-day’s issue of the Finsune. We feel certain that it will not be surpassed to-day in contemporaneous interest by an: other morning paper in the world, a fact which £ not surprising con- sidering the vast fund of talent at our disposal, and exceeding disi terestedness of the proprietors who| have spared neither time, money nor brains in placing the Fiup- UNE where it stands, facile prin- ceps. The nefarious practice of build- ing tenements and flat houses to the height of over seventy-five feet still continues, though forbidden by law. This is not only a constant source of danger to the street- walking populace, but an open defiance to law, ‘a condition of affairs directly due to the Bourbon influence upon our local affairs of a Democratic Administration. —_+- From the top floor of the Fins- UNE building, two hundred feet above the level of the street, a most superb view of the bay may'be had. The editorial rooms were crowded last week by a constant throng of sight-seers desirous of viewing the ogress of the Fippune’s Fresh leit Fund swimming down the bay. THE ADMINISTRATION. President Cleveland has been in office now for two months and a more egregrious failure it has never been our good fortune to meet with, His appointments have been characterized by the same petty and treacherous spirit that so in- delibly marked the actions which led up to the rebellion. He has shown himself incapable of states- manship and all hope that he would tise to the ha is ed position in which he finds himself is gone. ‘The appointment of Pearson and retention of other republicans in office, may be regarded simply as a sop to the ravenous mugwump, and the time has come when we who fought for principle and our constitution must sit quietly while the rebel yell resounds in our ears. Our foreign ministers to a man are either rebels heart and soul, unpardoned and not desiring par- don, or else men who considered the war a failure and who stayed at home and waxed fat on the suf- ferings of their more patriotic brethren. Let the men who are responsible for this condition of affairs ponder deeply. Let them repent and in four years’ time drive forth the Bourbon leech, which has fastened itself on our land, into the gulf of rank oblivion whence it sprung. CONFEDERATE BRIGA- DIEURS IN OFFICE, President Cleveland continues to prostitute his position to the office- seeking proclivities of the rebel horde. ve latest batch of nomi- nees contains among other names. that of General Cottongin of North Carolina. The mere fact that Gen- eral Cottongin has served with honor in both state and national councils is no reason why he should be placed in the shoes of Lieutenant Duckshot, who lost three limbs in the machine shops of the govern- mental prison three years alter the close of the war, where he was placed for desertion at Chicka- |mauga. Lieut. Duckshot has held the position under three successive | administrations, and has discharged the duties of his office with such |frugality that he has acquired a private fortune of no inconsider- able size. | This Bourbon regime must take | care lest an outraged patriotism tire lof its shallow pretences to reform ag smite it to the dust. MONEY AND BUSINESS. Last week's markets denote a continuance of the week before lasts stagnatory dullness, although at the Cinaring Hote things look | brighter than they did before they to look so bright. namite inclines upward, while copper is quoted at 11.44 for Lake, with Chili bars for cold drinks at “44. The oil market was easy, and Pedestal funds went begging. Lye was cheap at half the market price—3c. a copy, with the Sunday edition for four cents and no takers. On the whole, the outlook is satisfactory, in spite of the prevail- ing weather and the prostration of interests all over the country by the idiosyncrasies of Bourbon govern- ment, The President still continues to pick unrepentant Brigadiers for ‘oreign Missions. This is a sort of advance of the picket line of the Confederacy. — Brother Jewlitzer has n't taken up our bet yet as to circulation. Step up, Brother Jewlitzer, and get that $10,000 cheque—if you can. PERSONAL, Henry Irving reached home on the umpth, He has quite recovered from the effects of the winter with us, The criminal libel proceedings against Mr. Reidlaw White will shortly get into court. Citizen Miller means business. [Kill this. —Ep.) thead Hendricks is at the Fifth Avenue Hotel. DRAMATIC NOTES. Edwin Fortest is dead. Henry Irving has returned home. He expresses great delight with his visit and hopes to return in the fall of 1884, of many kind attentions yesterda ‘on the event of his twenty-fift! birthday. Mr. Wallack is a prom- ising young actor. Lester Wallack was the recipient | SOCIAL SILLYHITS* \BEING THE IMPRESSIONS OF DARK MALE-HATTON. crx, THE EXTRAVAGANT MAN, It had been some years since I had seen my old friend, the talented Edgar Spigot and when we met at the house of that charmin; though vulgar Mrs. de Horsey hardly recognized him. Sensitive toa degree, he was at all times haunted witha fear that some one was poking fun at him. “Have an ice," said 1, handing him one of Dinard's dainty morsels. **Do you mean it ?" he asked. “Certainly,” I replied, with a laugh. “ And why not?" "Oh, nothing,” he answered with a'sigh, “Tf thought perhaps you were not in earnest, I am so fond of ices.” At this moment Imogene de Horsey entered the room, and en- gaging Edgar in conversation they soon left me, and I saw very little of my friend the rest of the evening. The next day I met him at the Club, and he informed me he was going abroad again. Lasked him why and he said : . Imogene de Horsey thinks I'm extravagant.” “ Extravé | pourguot P” “She saw my last silhouette in the Fippune.” “Yes!” I replied, and I then began to think it possible that she had refused him. “Yes, she read it. And at the bottom’ saw the words, ‘copy- right.” gant,” Techoed, ‘mais Well, what of that?” I en- quired, my curiosity aroused... « “Oh nothing, except that Imo- gene thought that the payment of fifty cents to copyright an article that no man in his senses would copy, was useless and extravagant expenditure. She then refused me, ‘so to-morrow I am off.” The next morning he sailed for Europe and I really believe Imo- gene’s heart was broken. She hadn't expected him to take her words seriously. As the steamer left the dock I turned to Mrs, de Horsey and said eepresteny “Poor Edgar! He's o « Well,” replied she, ‘I never seen him when he wasn't off— and way off at that!" Her sil- very laugh rang out on the cold, keen air. A laugh which seemed borne over the waters to Edgar for as if in response thereto there came back to us one of his copyrighted smiles, which have made him justly famous. | Since then I have not laid eyes on Spigot! © Copyright, 18ts. by Edgar Faucet. comicbooks.com