The Project Gutenberg eBook of Stephen H. Branch’s Alligator Vol. I no. 12, July 10, 1858, by Stephen H. Branch

Bennett, Barnum, and Gerard.

Three precocious villains stripped to the skin.—Precious, and startling, and thrilling under-current revelations for the people.—Read! Read! Read!

Bennett’s daily urgence of the immediate creation of a Tax Payer’s Party is one of his old tricks, and is the detected burglar’s hoarse cry of stop thief. Bennett got me to introduce Alfred Carson as a Candidate for Mayor, just after his exciting Fire Report of 1850. I wrote several articles in favor of Carson for the Mayoralty, and Bennett published them, when lo! one rainy morning, I awoke, and opened the Herald, and the hypocritical old villain had another Candidate. I asked him if he intended to drop my old friend Carson, and he said no, but he thought he would try to bring another candidate into the field, just for a little fun, and that I could write about three editorials a week for Carson, and flatter him as much as I chose, and he would publish them. This was on Monday. On Wednesday, I caught him closeted with a formidable candidate for the Mayoralty, and on Saturday, he very cautiously introduced a third Candidate for the Mayor’s honors. As these were all wealthy men, and as Carson was very poor, and perceiving that Bennett unquestionably intended to sell Carson, and perhaps had already done so, I went to him in a towering rage, and charged him with treachery to myself and Carson. He smiled like Richard and Iago, and assured me that he should support Carson down to the last hour of the election. But I could not believe him; so I went to Carson, on Sunday morning, and wrote his famous declination of the Mayoralty, which rocked the parties of that day to their foundations with infinite delight, as every traffic politician had trembled to his toes, since the introduction of Carson’s potent and honest name for the Mayoralty. When I carried Carson’s Card to the Herald office, on Sunday evening, Mr. Bennett was absent, having gone to the country with Judge Russell and his lady. But Frederic Hudson was there—(his Aminadab Sleek Secretary,) who expostulated, and strove by every artifice in his prolific resources, to induce me not to publish Carson’s Card until I had seen Mr. Bennett. But I demanded him to let the Card appear on the following morning, and told him that himself and Bennett should be ashamed of themselves for striving to sell Carson through me, and that I believed Bennett had already received thousands of dollars for his contemplated sell of Carson, in favor of one of the wealthy candidates. My withdrawal of Carson led to the election of Ambrose C. Kingsland, a very illiterate man, and one of the meanest of the human species, and the oiliest and biggest conspirator and public thief since the days of the Roman Cataline. In 1853, Bennett asked me to introduce the name of Alderman A. A. Denman, of the Sixteenth Ward, as a candidate for Mayor, to whom I was imparting the rudiments of the English language, at his house in Nineteenth street. Denman was Chairman of the Committee that reported favorably at my request, on awarding the Corporation Printing to the Herald at $3,000 per annum, and the other journals at $1,000. Bennett seemed grateful to Denman for his favorable Printing Report, and I really thought he was sincere in his contemplated advocation of Denman for the Mayoralty; and I saw Denman, and he permitted me to use his name in connection with the Mayoralty, and I began to write articles, and published them in the Herald, strongly recommending Denman to the Mayoralty. At this time, Denman was one of the most popular men in the democratic party, and his annunciation for Mayor, confused the leaders and aspirants of all parties. Presto! Bennett announces another candidate, in a sort of a half-and-half black mail way, and I instantly withdrew Denman, who was sadly disappointed at the loss of the Mayoralty honors, and joined the most bloated thieves of all parties, in the odious Common Counsel of 1852 and 1853, and he was soon forever lost as an honorable public man. And now this Scotch reprobate comes forward, without a blush on his vicious cheeks, and prates of a Tax Payer’s Party, in order to effect some hellish thievish purpose. Perhaps his object is to nominate Judge Russell, or Fire Marshal Baker, or Galbraith, or some of his roguish go-betweens and thimble-riggers for Mayor, so that he can occupy the pleasant relations of Peter Cooper to Mayor Tiemann, his amiable son-in-law. But how the intelligent tax payers of the Metropolis can be so easily and so often bamboozled by this superficial Scotch Juggler, is a mystery to me, when they all know that he has always favored vice, and stabbed virtue. And if there ever was a candidate for office, during Bennett’s long editorial career, whom he did not sell, or if there ever was a truly virtuous aspirant for public honors, whose election Bennett ever sincerely advocated before the people, without a cash consideration, I should like to see the most extraordinary anomaly. Bennett very ingeniously plasters his victims with disgusting panegyric, for a brief period, when he lets loose the dogs of Tartarus, and while they devour them, he fills his coffers with gold from every candidate in the field, to whom he has pledged his support. But he is very old, and the devil will soon have him, and millions will rejoice when old Nick drags him to his fervent realms, and begins his merited tortures. And it will require wasteless years to burn the sins from his infamous and loathsome and nauseous carcase. The creation of James Gordon Bennett’s Tax Payer’s Party, after his cash advocation of all the abandoned scamps of America to office for thirty years, is the most amusing proposition of the age. And yet the omnipotent ballot stuffers may come to his rescue, and adopt his plans. And why should they not? Is not Barnum again abroad, and about to shake the world with another humbug. Barnum has grown prodigiously affluent since the Hard times began, and since money became scarce, and since people began to starve, and since the elements of Pluto leveled his Oriental Palace to the ground, (which was highly insured!) and above all, since he took as partner, that cunning old rat, James W. Gerard, who, like Dick Connolly and Simeon Draper, is ever found in all political camps. Gerard was the real originator of the Joice Heath imposture, and all of Barnum’s humbugs, and has borne him through all his financial clock troubles, for which he has got enough from Barnum to enable him to sustain his chariots and postilions and magnificent establishment in Gramercy Park until he dies. It was Gerard who introduced Kingsland for Mayor, and other successful candidates, and, in the dark, advocated Fernando Wood’s course down to his disastrous exodus from public life. And it was Gerard who sustained Matsell through all his infamous career, down to the famous meeting in the Tabernacle, and in the Legislative lobby, even going into the seats of members, and coaxing them in various ways to spare Matsell. And it was Gerard who, after Wood had fallen, went into the camp of Tiemann, where he is now, in order to cut the throats of Tiemann and the Coopers the first opportunity, and is at this moment, in collusion with Bennett in the formation of a Tax Payer’s Party. “All things to all men” is the motto of Gerard, and he has played his card adroitly for nearly half a century. But he has now probably got his last set of false teeth, and his last wig, and will probably soon die of old age like his old friend Bennett, who have operated together in ambuscade, for thirty unbroken years, in all the political villainy that has been concocted during this long and eventful 2period. No matter who succeeds in the elections, Gerard and Bennett are in the triumphant camps, as now: Bennett in Buchanan’s White House, and Gerard in Mayor Tiemann’s confidence, and both playing into each others hands, like Draper and Connolly. Picolomini is the last card that these jugglers will play. Gerard is a snob and a dandy, and an Opera exquisite, and it was he, (through Barnum,) who introduced Jenny Lind to the Americans, and got Bennett, for a large sum, to abuse Barnum and Jenny Lind, as an advertisement. Bennett did not get less than $20,000 from Gerard and Barnum for his daily abuse of Jenny Lind and Barnum. I was daily in the Herald office in those days, and I often saw Barnum closeted with Frederic Hudson, and James Gordon Bennett. And Gerard and Barnum have already arranged with Bennett, and paid him the cash down, to abuse Picolomini, while the Times and Tribune and many other journals are to be paid to praise her. And such a yell as we shall have on her arrival, will frighten the rats and cats. For, in this funny world, blarney is regarded as sincere praise and evidence of merit, while detraction is persecution, which verdant people won’t tolerate, and especially when hurled at such fascinating creatures as Fanny Elssler, or Jenny Lind, or Picolomini. This is certainly a very curious world, and, like Dr. Franklin, I am curious to know if our spiritual existence is to be as curious as our material; and I am extremely anxious to learn if Bennett, Barnum, and Gerard are to have an eternal abode in Heaven?

Stephen H. Branch’s Alligator.

NEW YORK, SATURDAY, JULY 10, 1858.

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The Fourth of July—General Washington in Tears—The Decline of American Integrity and Patriotism.

There was a formidable mutiny in the Army of the Revolution, arising from the inability of the Government to pay the officers and soldiers, who assure Washington that, in order to provide food and raiment for their wives and children, they should return to their homes, and cultivate their neglected fields, and pursue their various peaceful avocations, if their salaries were not paid on a stated day. Washington invites the prominent leaders to meet him, and they accept his cordial invitation. The Hall is filled at an early hour with the bravest officers of the American camp, whom the village bell summons to hear an Address from their great Commander, and as its doleful reverberations expire on the evening air, Washington enters with unwonted dignity and gloom, and ascends the rostrum, and seats himself, and unfolds his Address to his noble and impoverished comrades. He sits, with one hand on his heart, and the other over his temples and unearthly eyes, and is apparently absorbed in grief and prayer. The silence of the tomb pervades the martial audience, and all seem to regard the hour as the most momentous in human history, as the return of the officers and soldiers to their homes, at this solemn crisis of the Revolution, might prove to be the funeral of liberty, and of patriots throughout the World. Washington approaches the desk, and stands like a statue, when neither whisper nor respiration can be heard, throughout the mournful throng. With haggard cheeks, and without repose for three successive nights, he wipes the copious tears from his blood-shot eyes, and moistens his parched mouth with water, and strives hard to articulate, but his big heart is so full, and his lips quiver so rapidly, and his tears fall so fast, that his speech is paralysed, and his vision blinded. The officers regret their rashness, and breathe heavy sighs, and recline their heads in silent grief, and some weep aloud, which kindles their feelings into a general lamentation, and the patriotic ladies thrill the entire assemblage with their piercing ejaculations. Washington strives to summon his wonderful self-possession, (which never deserted him till now,) and he rallies his resources like the dead of the resurrection, when he breathes these figurative truths, in the voice of a celestial being: “My beloved Companions: You know that I have grown gray in your service, and now you perceive that I am growing blind.” And while he utters these touching words, his iron nerve again succumbs, and he moistens his manuscript with the waters of his supernatural heart. He seats himself, and buries his face, and weeps as in his spotless childhood. The valiant officers, (who had never faltered amid the carnage and thunders of battle,) are utterly overwhelmed by Washington’s tears, and they depart for their respective quarters, and relate what has transpired, which infuses new fortitude and patriotism and unconquerable valor in the breasts of the desponding and mutinous soldiers, who rush to arms with the wild and irresistible impetuosity of Greene and Putnam, and the liberties of America are soon achieved. What a withering rebuke is this to the public thieves and traitors of the present generation. The only hope of our country is in the early appearance of a race of men like Washington, Jefferson, Franklin, Madison, Adams, Hamilton, Jackson, Calhoun, Clay, and Webster. With such corrupt and brainless wretches at the head of the American Press as Bennett, Greeley, and Raymond, with their gangs of mercenary scribblers in collusion with official robbers in the Municipal, State, and National Capitols, may the Good Being who heard the prayers of Washington (amid the snow, and blood, and hunger, and nakedness of the Revolution) have mercy on the great body of our people, who are threatened with general pillage and despotism by the vampires whom editors—in collusion with bands of thieves and assassins—fraudulently elect to the highest posts of emolument and honor. The official robbers of a nation’s treasury are the uncompromising foes of the toiling millions, and of human freedom. O then let the virtuous and industrious classes rally, and drive back the pernicious burglars of their firesides. And on the coming National Sabbath, let the pure and patriotic youth and meritorious age go up to the Altars of our Fathers and our common God, and swear a ceaseless crusade against the plunderers of our country, and the dastard monsters who would distract, and divide, and alienate the affections of our countrymen, on whose fidelity to Washington and the Union impend the hopes and happiness and liberty of the human race for eternal years.

Let the Supervisors watch the operations of Richard B. Connolly, who has prowled around the Aldermen and Councilmen and Supervisors for several years, from whom he has had not a farthing less than $1,000,000 since he has been County Clerk. The Supervisors alone voted him $316,000 for the printing of his musty and worthless Records, which no paper manufacturer would have purchased, nor even carted to their factories as a donation. And they are of less value to the public in their printed form, than to the paper makers. It is a study, and a sad one for the tax payers, to see Dick Connolly and George H. Purser sitting in the Boards of Aldermen and Councilmen and Supervisors at almost every session, for many years past, watching and nudging and coaxing the members to vote for their plundering enactments. These two scamps have never been naturalised, and have perjured themselves, since they cast their first ballots. But they don’t perjure themselves any more in that way, as they don’t dare vote, and have not voted since I exposed their alienage, three years since. They have packed more Grand and Petit Juries, and condemned and imprisoned and hung more innocent men, and robbed the City and Albany Treasuries to a greater extent than any other two public thieves and precocious monsters who walk the streets of New York. And both of these precious rascals now announce themselves as candidates for Comptroller! And they intend to buy their nomination and election with the very money they have stolen and are stealing daily from the people. O that there was a Brutus or Cincinnatus to rebuke these villains, and to stab them down, and to thus shame and scourge the people for permitting such villains to go unpunished.

I will soon show some of the mysterious currents of the Metropolis, and establish the friendly relations of Horace Greeley and Dana with Dick Connolly and Simeon Draper, in reference to the Alms House Spoils, and other extensive pickings and stealings. It is amusing to me to often see Greeley’s Tribune whitewash the rakish and thievish Ten Governors. I will also show how Connolly and Draper hold their influence with the Courier and Enquirer, Evening Post, and Commercial Advertiser. And how Dick and Sim silence the mercenary growls of the Herald. Fred Hudson and Galbraith and Bennett and Fire Marshal Baker could disclose these little matters, but as they could not do it without implicating themselves in stupendous villainy, I shall have to show how the black mail growls of the Herald are quickly silenced. The Institution of Death is a clincher to these devils. O, if such scoundrels as Connolly and Draper and Hudson and Bennett could only live always, they would have a nice time, but when they see a funeral, or have a deadly gripe in the direction of their wicked livers, they shudder with horror, and pray harder and louder than a stout noisy Methodist darkey minister, until the gripe has passed away, and they have a fresh hold on dear life again, when their nerve returns, and they steal more, and oppress the tax payers and poor consumers with less remorse than before they had almost a fatal gripe. But the worms and the devil will soon grab their thievish flesh and bones, and then, O Moses! what a precious feast they will have.

O the grave! the grave!
Mourns for the poor slave;
But for public thieves,
The grave never grieves.

The Lives of Peter Cooper and James Gordon Bennett are omitted this week. My Journal is so small, and my advertisements increase so rapidly, that I shall not be able to continue the lives of these distinguished men in every issue. But in my next number, the Lives of Cooper and Bennett will appear. These men have silenced those who have threatened to publish their wicked antecedents, but they will never silence me, only through imprisonment, or poison, or assassination, which I have reason to believe they contemplate. All the wholesale dealers stopped selling the Alligator three weeks since, lest Bennett would not let them have the Heralds for their country agents. I strove to fasten the fact upon him, that he directed the wholesale dealers to stop selling the Alligator, and if I had nailed upon his forehead his Napoleonic edicts to suppress the liberty 3and circulation of the American Press, I would have deliberately gone into his office, and shot him dead. No foreign unnaturalised scab like Bennett, shall trample with impunity the precious rights, and the glorious liberty that George Washington and my Grandfather bequeathed to me. So, Mr. Bennett, and Fred. Hudson, just have a care, and I implore you in your persecution, to keep your keen eyes strongly riveted on the last feather that broke the poor camel’s back.

It is very strange what has become of the stereotype plates containing James Gordon Bennett’s curious relations with Fanny Elssler, during her famous sojourn in America. Can you inform me, Ross & Tousey, where they are? If you will tell me, I will not tell Bennett that you told me, which will not give him a pretext to stop your supply of Heralds again, by which you told me you lost several thousand dollars. Besides, if he does, you can get rich fast enough by selling the Ledger and Alligator. So tell us where these mysterious plates can be found. Perhaps they are on storage in Philadelphia. “Who knows?” as the amiable Dr. Wallace very often says at the close of his abrupt and hurried Herald editorials, when he is thirsty or hungry, or wants to go to the Theatre or Opera.

Mr. Erben, the Trinity Church Organ Grinder, will please inform me if he owns a house in Baxter street, and if the character of the inmates are as respectable as himself, and especially the females. James Gordon Bennett will also please go into Baxter street, and ascertain and inform me if Mr. Erben’s house is as reputable as Helen Jewett’s old residence, at No. 41 Thomas street. Speak out, Satans Numbers One and Two.

I had to omit the continuation of my Life this week, which will appear in the next number of the “Alligator.”

Mayor Daniel F. Tiemann’s Forced Seduction of a Lady on Randall’s Island—Simeon Draper’s Lascivious Propensities—Most Damning Revelations.

Some years since, there was a lovely domestic circle in our city, consisting of a husband, wife, and three children. The father died, and the widow was cast upon the world, without means to feed and clothe and educate her precious offspring. She had been the favorite daughter of affluent parents, and was educated by the ablest teachers. In conversation, she was eloquent and impassioned, and her fluent and melodious words, as they flowed from her red and pouting lips, and her even and pearly teeth, fascinated all who had the envied fortune to linger on her luxuriant language, and pretty smiles, and dimples, and most extraordinary purity of expression. Governor Simeon Draper fastens his voluptuous eyes upon her, and her fate is sealed. Three years since, Gov. Draper proposes that she become a matron on Randall’s Island, and she accepts his proposition, and he procures her a situation. After she began to discharge her matron duties, Governors Draper and Bell (now Supervisor), entered her domestic apartment on Randall’s Island, and asked her what she had in the next room, pointing their fingers to her bed room. She said they might look for themselves. They replied: “What are you afraid of?” She said: “I am not afraid, but I do not desire to go into a bedroom with two gentlemen.” They then seized her, and strove to drag her into her bed room, when she resisted and finally screamed, which alarmed them, and they withdrew their hands, and said: “You need not be afraid to go with us into the bed room, singly, as we know that you have let a friend go with you into your bed room ever since your husband died, and enjoy your fascinations to his heart’s content.” She said: “If my friend has done the thing of which you speak, neither of you shall.” Governors Draper and Bell then retired, but Draper soon returned, and proposed to buy two cloaks for two handsome girls who were about to leave the Institution, and said that she should go to the city and buy them, and at the same time purchase one for herself, regardless of price, and send the bill to his office, and he would pay it. She objected on the ground that if she accepted the proposition, he would expect licentious favors in return. Draper said that he was so anxious to stay with her, that he wouldn’t mind giving her $50 in cash. She said that she feared her friend would hear of it, and withdraw his affections, and might kill him, and perhaps her, as he truly loved her, and was of a very jealous and impulsive nature. Draper said she needn’t be afraid, as he could never hear of it. She then accepted his proposition to go to the city and purchase the cloaks, and directed the bill to be sent to his office, which was done, and he paid it. At this time, a fervent friendship was budding into bloom and blossom, between herself and Governor Daniel F. Tiemann, to whom she immediately disclosed all that had transpired between herself and Governors Bell and Draper. Tiemann affected great exasperation, and wrote her statement, (which terribly excoriated Draper,) with the design of presenting it to the Ten Governors in open session. This alarmed her, and she told her friend what had occurred, and that Governor Tiemann was about to expose Governors Bell and Draper to the Board of Ten Governors, and to the whole world, to which he strongly objected, as it might involve them in a common ruin, and he urged her to request Governor Tiemann not to present the document. And he assured her, if she permitted Governor Tiemann to do this favor for her, that he might soon want her smiles and beauty and caresses and embraces, (like Bell and Draper), as a requital for his apparently disinterested and meritorious services in her behalf. She saw Tiemann, and the document was suppressed. Draper heard of her movements, and became jealous of her partiality for Tiemann, and he had her suspended. But Tiemann had her reinstated. When Bell and Draper’s time expired as Alms House Governors, Gov. Tiemann immediately resolved that her friend should not visit the Island, as the first movement to his contemplated seduction of the beautiful matron. And he was so determined, that he resorted to the daring effort to exclude him, even after he obtained a permit. For Gov. Tiemann clearly saw that while her friend visited her, he (Tiemann) would have a poor chance to gratify his own lust. Tiemann finally succeeded in ejecting her friend from the Island, and on a dark and rainy afternoon, slyly meandered into her apartment, and after some loving smiles, and dulcet words, and melting sighs, and tender glances, he drew his chair towards her, and began to feel of her. She long resisted his extraordinary amorous movements, and struck him twice, and scratched and bit him, and terribly exhausted him and herself in their mutual struggles, and thought she had conquered him. But in his last desperate rally, he overpowered and vanquished her, and she had to let him go his whole length, and he accomplished his most hellish purpose. Her boy was living in the West, and wrote to her, that he was not only displeased with his relatives, but with the western country, and desired to return to New York. She showed the letter to Gov. Tiemann, and told him that she had not the money to spare to defray his expenses home. He asked her how much it would cost. She said $15, when he gave her $40, assuring her that he would not have it known for the world, that he let her have money to pay her son’s expenses home. She quieted his fears, by assuring him that she would never disclose it. She sent the money to her boy, and he came home. Gov. Tiemann then got him a situation, but the boy had seen Tiemann take improper liberties with his mother, and as he strongly suspected he had allured her from the paths of virtue, he very indignantly refused to accept the situation tendered by Gov. Tiemann. But in eight months afterwards, Gov. Tiemann obtained another place for the boy, and after unceasing importunity, he finally persuaded the boy to accept a situation in Broadway, where he now is. Last Autumn she had an interview with her friend in this city, when he charged her with sexual intercourse with Governor Tiemann. She burst into a tremendous flood of tears, and cast herself into his arms, and craved his forgiveness in rending accents. He asked her why she had long permitted Governor Tiemann to use her beautiful person. She said that as he was poor, and Governor Tiemann rich, and had foiled Draper in her suspension, and had elegantly furnished her apartments on the Island, and had paid the expenses of her boy from the West to the city, and had got him a good situation in Broadway, and had made her magnificent donations in jewelry and apparel, and had let her have money when she asked him,—and fearing that if she refused to gratify his lust, he would instantly have her dismissed as Matron, to endure again the tortures of penury,—that in view of all this, she had let him have sexual intercourse with her whenever he desired. But that she despised him for his wickedness, as he was a Church Member, in good standing, and as he professed to be one of the leading Reformers of the age. Her friend asked her how much money he had given her, and she said: “Quite a large sum, some of which I have deposited in a Bank,” and she told him the name of the Bank. She also told him where the chairs, sofas, mirrors, stoves, &c., were purchased, and showed him the receipted bills, which she placed in his hands, and he has them now. She then besought his pardon, and assured him that she would leave the Island, and come and live and die in his affectionate embraces. He forgave her, and she returned to the Island, and told Governor Tiemann that she desired to leave and return to her friend’s humble abode, which alarmed Tiemann, who implored her in tears to remain, and he would protect her as long as he lived, and when on the eve of death, he would make ample provision for her support during her life. They were together in her apartment, for ten successive hours, in a most exciting and harrowing scene, when he promised to give her $500 on the following day, and she finally yielded, and remained, and is at the Island now, both as a Matron and as Mayor Tiemann’s Mistress. Her friend was so exasperated with her double treachery, that he went to one of the Ten Governors, (who is now in the Board,) and disclosed in writing under his signature the entire villainy of Tiemann. The Governor in question sent for Tiemann, and asked him if the statement was true, when he colored into a ball of fire, and left in shame and silence. The Governor did not expose Tiemann, in consequence of his innocent and interesting family, and his aged father, and his numerous relatives, including the versatile Peter Cooper, whose adopted daughter Mayor Tiemann married. These revelations will cause the worthy citizens of New York to bend their heads in sorrow, to behold a man of Mayor Tiemann’s exalted professions of purity and piety, guilty of crimes that should consign him to the rack, and to an eternal hell.

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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.

GEO W. MORTON, City Inspector.

JOSEPH CANNING, Sup’t of Markets.

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, 1853, 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.

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.

GEO. W. MORTON, City Inspector.

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.

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.

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 exhilerating 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.

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.

J. VAN TINE, SHANGAE RESTAURANT, No. 2, Dey street, New York.

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.

EDWIN F. COREY,

EDWIN F. COREY, Jr.

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.

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.

CARLTON HOUSE, 496 BROADWAY, NEW York. Bates and Holden, Proprietors.

THEOPHILUS BATES.

OREL J. HOLDEN.

TRIMMING MANUFACTURERS.—B. S. YATES & CO., 639 Broadway, New York.

Fringes, Cords, Tassels, Loops, Gimps,

and Gimp Bands.

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.

WILLIAM COULTER, Carpenter,

Rear of 216 East Twentieth street, New York.

GERARD BETTS & CO., AUCTION AND Commission Merchants, No. 106, Wall street, corner of Front street, New York.

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.

JAMES DONNELLY.

FOLEY’S CELEBRATED “GOLD PENS.” For sale by all Stationers and Jewellers.

OFFICE AND STORE,

163 BROADWAY.

W. W. OSBORN, MERCHANT TAILOR, 9 Chamber street, near Chatham street, New York.

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.

SOLOMON BANTA.

ROBERT ONDERDONK—THIRTEENTH Ward Hotel, 405 and 407 Grand street, corner of Clinton street, New York.

WILLIAM M. TWEED, CHAIR, & OFFICE Furniture Dealer and Manufacturer,

No. 289 Broadway, corner of Read street New York. Room No. 15.

TRUSSES, ELASTIC STOCKINGS, SHOULDER Braces, Supporters, Bandages, &c. H. L. Parsons, E. D. Office, 4 Ann street, under the Museum.

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.

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.

WILLIAM A. CONKLIN.

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.,

251 Broadway.

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.

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.

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.

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.

EDWARD VAN RANST.

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.

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.

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.

J. N. GENIN, FASHIONABLE HATTER, 214 Broadway, New York.

GENIN’S LADIES’ & CHILDREN’S OUTFITTING Bazaar, 513 Broadway, (St. Nicholas Hotel, N. Y.)

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.

EDWARD PHALON & SON.

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.

SAMUEL SNEDEN.

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.

JOHN B. WEBB.

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.

ALANSON T. BRIGGS.

FULTON IRON WORKS.—JAMES MURPHY & CO., manufacturers of Marine and Land Engines, Boilers, &c. Iron and Brass Castings. Foot of Cherry street, East River.

BRADDICK & HOGAN, SAILMAKERS, No. 272 South Street, New York.

Awnings, Tents, and Bags made to order.

JESSE A. BRADDICK,

RICHARD HOGAN.

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.

WM. M. SOMERVILLE.

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.

A. W. & T. HUME.

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.

O come to our Hotel,

And you’ll be treated well.

BARTLETT & GATES.

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.

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.

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.

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.

J. AGATE & CO., MEN’S FURNISHING GOODS and Shirt Manufacturers, 256 Broadway, New York.

Shirts made to order and guaranteed to fit.

J. AGATE, F. W. TALKINGTON.

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 improvement 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. Sales-rooms Nos. 786 and 788 Broadway, New York. Manufactory No. 53 Ann Street.

O’CONNOR & COLLENDOR, Sole Manufacturers.

S. L. OLMSTEAD, IMPORTER, MANUFACTURER and Jobber of Men’s Furnishing Goods, No. 24 Barclay Street, corner of Church, New York.

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.

L. A. ROSENMILLER, DRUGGIST, NO. 172 EIGHTH Avenue, New York. Cupping & Leeching. Medicines at all hours.

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