Yesterday was a spring day.
Building is recommencing, the Opera House and other structures are rapidly pushed forward.
Rouse's New York Dramatic Combination made their first bow last evening before a crowded house. The play of the "hidden Hand" was given in a very acceptable manner. Miss Fanny Denham as "Capitola," made a decided "hit." She is a spirited dashing actress, and her sons well worth an encore.
We have been assailed by several of our contemporaries to such an extent that the poor fellows can find naught else to write or think about. We shall not in future reply to any of these attacks, or advertise the little concerns from whence they emanate. We only ask the confederated locals, whatever else they may bestow upon us, not to give us any more of their mind, for they cannot very well spare it, as their stock of brains is pretty nearly exhausted.
An alarm was created on Fifth street yesterday by a report of a pistol from a carriage in which was seated two well known strumpets. A crowd gathered and the police arrested the inmates, who claimed that the noise was made by a torpedo. As there was no proof to the contrary, they were discharged.
Dr. Mary Walker's husband has sent a poem to the Independence (Mo.) Sentinel, of which the following is a "Stanzer."
The bird calls from its gilded cage,
Its mate far in the wildwood
And so my soul still wails for thee,
Bright angel of my childhood.
Its mate far in the wildwood
And so my soul still wails for thee,
Bright angel of my childhood.
But if our fate, a cruel lot,
Has cut our hearts assever,
Why Mary -- bring my trousers back!
And then go vote forever!
Has cut our hearts assever,
Why Mary -- bring my trousers back!
And then go vote forever!
