Impressions of New York.

Te Aroha News, Volume VIII, Issue 394, 17 August 1889, Page 3

Impressions of New York.

The most forcible impression on my mind was to the eSect-thafc that most frugal andingenious people, the Dutch, had been forced by the machinations of Brince Bismarck to evacuate Holland, and- had suddenly colonised the purlieus of Paradisestreet, Liverpool, which, by 'some preternatural means or other, bad beeri trans- • ported across the Atlantic. The little redbrick houses, the high l stoops ' or flights of wooden steps in front, the green 'jalousie' shutters, "the -handicrafts and shop business carried"on in cellars, the amount of mopping and ' scrubbing -and scouring going on, the endless procession of open drays full of corpulent little kegs presumably full of Schiedam, all at first bespoke the neighbourhood of ' Amsterdam, Rotterdam, or The Hague. But no ; I was not in Holland. Locomotives and passenger cars are not accustomed, so far as my remembrance servesme, to whiz through the ambient air on a level with the secondfloor windows in the towns of the Low Countries ; and it was only when crossing one of the avenues that I began to realise the fact that I had reached the only country, which as yet possesses that nob very ai'fcisfcic-looking but! still distinctly beneficial institution, an ' Elevated Railway ' — America. I had scarcely, however, made up my mind'that I was in the United States when a change came over the spirit of my dream, and I found myself murmur- i ing that surely I must be in Germany, j Those unmistakably Teutonic names over I the shop fronts, those bakeries, those barbers,- bxlliard-rooms, shops for the sale of 4 underwear", ''"easing 'and 'drinkihg^houses,' lager-beeY -salottits,' bowlingi alleys; and i corner • groceries — the whoje". redolent with | a- mild .perfume of sauerkraut,- sausages and Berman tobacco, belonged obviously to the Fattierland— -ftotso much perhaps to austere' Berlin, or vivacious- Viferina, pr'_ aesthetic 1 Munich, or decorous. Dteisden, as to one of the Jianae towns. YfeSj lam in Germany. Not a" bib of it. We jolted round a corner. We passed by a Monte 'Testaccio of potatoes, of evidently Irish extraction. I saw Mike from Connemara smoking his 1 dhudeen. Biddy McFlinn was brushing up some blooming Newtown pippins with the corner of her woollen shawl, to make the fruit look spruce and tidy for market ; and Father O'Quigle'y, the priest, passed by sleek and smiling, with a broad- rimmed hat .and a black broadcloth coab reaching down to his heels. — George Augustus Sala*

Little^, Boy : " Mamma", what's my book about? Mamma: " Ib is called 'The Sleeping Beauty*' and is, .about, a girl who slept; and slept and slept, and nobody could wake' her." " Was she a. servantTgirl ?" "No, Dick, I cannot marry you. Papa will not allow it." "Why not?" '"Because he says you are an actor." "Your father is much kinder than the press." " Yes," bawled a social orator,- " lam in favour of .the early closing movement for 1 the great mase^o'f toilers." " Well, shut up now," yelled a" practical auditor. fhiladelphiaf-tlanie -at- table-:' "My gracious !i Yotf are spilling the gravy- on the carpet." New Waitress (cheerfully) : i "There's plenty more in the kitchen, mum,"