Boatmanned byent. money
Alms Housevagrants$5
Work Housepaupers5
Penitentiarythieves5
Lunatic Asylumlunatics5
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Sweepstakes$20

The race was around Blackwell’s Island, a distance of four miles, starting from a stake-boat moored off the Penitentiary wharf. The race was witnessed by the Governors and friends, and a large number of spectators on New York side of the East River. The Work House boat came in victor.

After the race, Governors B. F. Pinckney, P. G. Maloney, and Isaac J. Oliver, with a large number of invited guests, sat down to a jolly good dinner, furnished by order of the Governors, at the Lunatic Asylum. The tables were supplied with every delicacy of the season, with an abundant supply of brandies, wines, champagne, &c. It has been hinted by some malicious persons, that the proceedings at table were worthy of the place where the feast was held.”

These cruel and lazy Governors must have looked funny, sprawled on the velvet banks, with public rum and segars in their bladders and jaws, and obscenity and blasphemy in their filthy mouths, gazing at the unfortunate creatures, (rowing for their lives beneath a burning sun,) whom the public kindly placed under their supervision. What a gang of drones, and thieves, and squanderers, and unblushing scamps! O that Maloney and Pinckney and Oliver could be made to earn, by hard labor, a tithe of the thousands they rifle from the honest and industrious classes.


The Harpers are dead! They have played their last card, and sung their last lay! Their death was horrible and harrowing to their friends. Read their melancholy and most deplorable Obituary, on the first page of their Weekly Journal of July 10, which contains the sprawling likeness of James Gordon Bennett, with a most glorious coat of whitewash over the sweet form of Helen Jewett, and a host of black mail imps and slaughtered victims of his vengeance and cupidity. Read, O read, and behold the price of a puff, and weep over the irrecoverable downfall of the Harpers, including James, the unnaturalized Englishman, who was an American Mayor! O, jokers and thimble riggers! where are you? Appear! appear! appear! and strive to crush your rivals!


All is not sung from pious lung!

Mayor Tiemann is an Episcopalian:

If high or low,