Domestic Miscellany in Frank Leslies Weekly (1858)

Articles like this appeared in newspapers like Frank Leslies Weekly and brought little bits of information from around the world to their readers. This one ran on July 3, 1858.

An Angry Mistress – A French woman named Girault, who had formerly been the kept mistress of M. Galley, a French merchant of this city, entered his counting-room on the 12th May and suddenly stabbed him, as she thought, to the heart. Although it missed that particular part, the wound is mortal.

American Health – Are our ladies as capable of enduring hardships as their grandmothers? That is a very important question and demands a reply. Our present ladies turn up their noses at their grandsire’s wives, but it would be as well if they were trained up to milk their own cows, as in days of old, and then they would not have to mourn over their infant’s coffins, filled by that poisonous compound swill milk. As it is, they are born in hotels, live in hotels and die in hotels Hotels are excellent places to stay at on a visit, to entertain a friend, to study the travelling world, and to give one a keener relish for home, but are the graves of domestic virtue, happiness and health!

Frank Leslie’s Weekly, published from 1855 to 1922, was an American illustrated news publication started by publisher and illustrator Frank Leslie. While only 30 copies of the first edition were printed, by 1897 its circulation had grown to an estimated 65,000 copies.

Weeds and Widows – Poor old Thurlow Weed has been done by a widow. We all know that widows deal in Weeds, but we advise henceforth all Weeds to beware of widows. Had Thurlow been a reader of “Pickwick,” he would have been a wiser and a richer man, merely by an attentive study of Samuel Weller, the elder. It appears that our Weed had received a bonne bouche in the shape of $8,000 railroad stock. This was snugly managed by Mr. Mackintosh, Weed’s friend, in whose name the douceur was lodged. Before the proper transfer was made Mr. Mackintosh died without a will, and the fair widow has Weed’s “sop to Cerberus” crammed into her residuatory and dowerlike mouth. What makes the matter all the more provoking is the fact the widow has dumped herself into Millard Fillmore’s arms, with Thurlow Weed’s $8,000 swelling her pockets.

Quite a Campaign – A battalion of Washington Grays (22d Regt.), under the command of Major Payne, will leave Chicago, Ill., on the 29th inst., for a grand tour of visitation, which will far exceed anything of the kind ever undertaken. The battalion musters from 150 to 160, music staff, etc…, all told. The command will journey first to Cincinnati, where the Cincinnati Cadets and Cincinnati Grays will be drawn up for their reception; from thence to Columbus, Ohio, where the battalion will be welcomed by the Columbus Grays and Columbus Rifles; thence to Buffalo, where three companies of the National Guard will receive and entertain them. The battalion will next halt at Rochester, where the Rochester Grays and Light Guard will be ready to do them honor. At Albany the Burgess Corps will receive them and make them happy while in the old Dutch capital of our State. From Albany they go down the Hudson to old Gotham, and here they will be welcomed by the Washington Grays, Col. Lyon, and entertained for three days. After this they repair to Boston, where they will be received and welcomed by the two gallant companies, the Tigers (Boston Light Infantry) and the New England Guard, other corps uniting, we suppose. Two days will be spent there. From Boston they will ship for Charleston, S.C., where they will be received by the Charleston Cadets (Military Institute), Charleston Light Infantry and Charleston Rifles. From Charleston the command go to the Capitol city of the Union, and will be entertained there by the Washington Grays of that city, and the Washington Cadets, who will give them a right hearty soldier’s welcome. On the return, Major Payne will lead his command via the city of Wheeling, where the Grays of that city will welcome the battalion; from thence to Nashville, Tenn., where the Nashville Grays will make them thrice welcome. At Memphis, the Memphis Guards will give them a hearty reception on their way to New Orleans, where the New Orleans Guards, Cadets, and other corps will give them a taste of genuine Louisiana hospitality. At Mobile the Mobile Guards, Rifles and others will do the honors, and the Grays will then strike for home. Some military critics are of opinion that the above is merely a campaign on paper!

The Scott Life Guard – We understand that this distinguished company was specially invited by the New York Light Guard to join them on parade. We name this to correct the impression that the gallant Scott Life Guard joined their friends without a due invitation.

Hoboken – This pretty little place was the scene of considerable excitement on Thursday, when the great marine yacht race was commenced by the starting of the schooners Favorita, Haze, Widgeon and Silvie, and the sloops Rebecca, Madjie, Una, Undine and Minnie. There was a pleasant breeze, and they got under weigh soon after ten, and had a fine start. The course will be through the Narrows, westward of the Rome Shoals Beacon via Sandy Hook and Montauk Point, and home through the Sound. The first yacht of each class reaching Fort Schuyler dock at Throg’s Neck is to win a prize.

Horse-Taming Secret – Having haltered your colt and caressed him, fasten his near fore foot with a strong strap round the pastern and radius or fore arm; make him hop round on three legs until tired. When he is tired put a strap with a noose round the off pastern; make him hop; then pull the strap that is round the off pastern and he will come on his knees. When on his knees keep the strap tight, and he cannot get his foot slack to get up. Bear against the horse’s shoulder with yours steadily, when he will lie down in a few minutes. When he is down stroke him the way the hair lies; take off the strap as soon as he is down. You can now do anything with him you wish, or beat a drum on him, etc…, without alarming him. Operate on your horse in this manner as often as the occasion requires.

A Monstrous Case – A case of scandal has lately occurred in a neighboring village, which is certainly one of the most remarkable instances of cowardly priestcraft on record. We think it only right to premise that it has no relation to Judge Culver’s case. A married gentleman of property and irreproachable character, and who occupied the position of superintendent of the Sabbath schools, was accused of a platonic attachment with the widow of an estimable friend, whose executor he was. As both were of the Baptist persuasion and belonged to the same church, an inquiry into the nature of their friendship was instituted. Conscious of their innocence, they offered to submit to the decision of these pious Judges Jefferies. The only evidence against them was an old maid, who resembled a walking vinegar cruet. She swore that she saw certain tendernesses between them on a sofa, which left no doubt on her virgin mind of what had happened. This she swore she saw through the verandah. It was afterwards proved that there was no sofa in the room, and never had been one; and that the antique spinster confessed that she’d swear through thick and thin to injure the widow. But the strangest part of this singular affair remains to be told. We are informed that the court found the gentleman – we do not learn that the lady was tried – not guilty; but, in deference to public opinion, they suspended him from the church. The colonial annals of Dutch jurisprudence, we suspect, can hardly parallel this case Had the court found the accused guilty, instead of not guilty, we wonder if, out of regard to his feelings, they would have allowed him to remain in full communion? His acquittal, they seem to think, ought to satisfy him; and by his suspension they expect to satisfy public opinion. That ecclesiastical court should be immortalized.

Tornado in New York – Last Monday the most violent storm that has occurred for years burst over our city – most fortunately, it only lasted for an hour, or else the damage would have been appalling. Short as its duration was there were many disasters, and several lives were lost by the falling of a glass-house, and by the lightning. The greatest evidence of its fury was dashed at the new stone church in Fifty-fourth street, under the ministry of the Rev. R. Hoyt. It was just completed at an outlay of nearly $15,000, when it was totally wrecked by the furious blast that wound up, as it were, the tempest. We think there must have been some error in the plan, or some defect in the building, for a new stone building ought certainly to have resisted what other houses near it did, and which were not nearly so apparently well built. One man, with a shutter in his arms, at the corner of Forty-fifth street and Third avenue, was carried off his legs some feet into the air, and deposited on the other side of the road.

An Old Patriot Gone – Died, on Monday last, at the residence of his daughter, the Rev. Zachariah Greene, in the ninety-ninth year of his age. He was engaged, when a mere lad, in the Revolutionary war, and passed his long life in the most blameless manner. He was wounded severely in the battle of White Marsh.

United States in Danger – The Court Journal of London has let the cat out of the bag. As straws show the way of the wind, Louis Napoleon evidently means a naval war; it is therefore meant for England, or ourselves – ecce signum. “The Emperor of France spends a couple of hours every day at Fontainebleau rowing, his Majesty’s physicians having recommended that form of taking exercise.” Evidently training for an admiral to manage an invading fleet, or qualifying for the galleys.

Hippodromatic Scandal and Murder – That amusing paper, the Wisconsin of Milwaukie, has a spicy account of a little difficulty between the husband of Miss Castella, the favorite wire-dancer and horse-rider, and Mr. North, the celebrated circus gentleman. It appears that Mr. Macfarland, the husband, thought his wife cast too much of a sheep’s eye on the circus man. In point of fact, like Franklin, she was too fond of running after the North Pole. Mr. Macfarland was with Spalding & Rogers’ circus, and lately both of these circuses met at Liberty, in Missouri, on the same day, when Macfarland went to demand satisfaction of North; but the landlord, Roberts, interfered, whereupon Macfarland turned a pistol upon Roberts, which so exasperated him that he killed Macfarland with a bowie-knife. Roberts was arrested and released again, it being considered a justifiable homicide. Miss Castella had recently obtained a divorce in Indiana, and is now living with North.

Bleeding Kansas – Greeley was right when he christened this unfortunate Territory as Bleeding Kansas, for it has caused more bad blood than any question of the day. At the present time the famous Jim Lane is being tried for the murder of Jenkins, merely for taking some water out of a well that actually belonged to the murdered man! We hope Jim Lane will get his desert – the gallows!

Dogs, Sausages and Parsons – A minister, remarkable for his simpliclty, on his way lately to preach a funeral sermon in a church, not a hundred miles from Patterson, New Jersey, called on an old lady, who insisted upon the reverend gentleman taking some fine, fresh, dairy-fed pork sausages home to his wife. Carefully wrapping them up in a clean napkin the good old soul placed them in the minister’s pocket. While at the grave a hungry dog smelt the savory things, and several times the parson had to kick the brute away, which made the reverend man wish the dog and sausages at the devil. When the parson had mounted the pulpit to preach the funeral discourse, the sexton, having to give him a message, went up the stairs, and to attract his attention pulled at his coat tail. The reverend man, irritated at what he thought the pertinacity of the dog, kicked out with all his might, and, hitting the sexton slap in his abdominal parts, sent him sprawling head over heels down the stairs into an old woman’s lap, when they both rolled over together. “You will excuse me, dearly beloved brethren and sisters,” said the minister, without looking behind to see the mischief he had done, “but I have some sausages in my pocket, and that dog has been trying to grab them ever since I came upon the premises.” “It is a lie!” shouted the sexton, to the utter amazement of the congregation and the horror of the reverend kicker, who, turning round, now saw what he had done.


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