Sloop Empress Burnt

The packet sloop Empress, Capt. Mason, of Providence, on her passage to New-York, about 70 miles this side of that port, on Tuesday night last, about 12 o’clk, took fire and was totally lost.
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The packet sloop Empress, Capt. Mason, of Providence, on her passage to New-York, about 70 miles this side of that port, on Tuesday night last, about 12 o’clk, took fire and was totally lost.
Herrmann, the greatest of all prestidigitateurs, will be the attraction to morrow evening. He has for several years been giving an exhibition of necromancy that is as fascinating as it is baffling. He announces this season a most wonderful exhibition, including a number of startling illusions and sensations. One of these is his latest and greatest effort called “Yako-yo,” the great Chinese immigration mystery. Sale of seats now open.
Assistant City Attorney of Minneapolis Gives Terpischorean Illustration and Convinces Judge.
Minneapolis.—W. G. Compton, assistant city attorney, danced the “grizzly bear” in Municipal court here to show Judge C. L. Smith just how it was done. With his arm over the shoulders of a bystander, he swayed rhythmically, from side to side to the strains of the San Francisco tune, and, according to police witnesses, gave a fair imitation of how it was being done in a local dance hall when two girls were arrested for dancing the “grizzly bear.” The judge decided that the dance was disorderly and ordered the two girls to promise to remain away from dance halls in the future and report regularly to the police matron.
Sunday Scene in Local Option Montgomery County.
BOYS AND GIRLS DRINKING
Slot Machines in Full Operation for Gambling.
SOME OF THE INCIDENTS
While the good people of Washington were attending church Sunday, just across the District line at Cabin John bridge the depraved were rollicking in high carnival. The day was not propitious for a general turning out, but there was nevertheless a big crowd at the well-known resort, where everything goes. The place recalled the early western mining camps, where no distinction was made as to men and methods, and where everything was “wide open all the time.”
It was a poor commentary on the morals of the capital city to witness the scenes of depravity that were enacted almost within the shadow of the great white dome beneath which laws for the good government of mankind are made. The frequenters of the resort last Sunday were made up for the most part of the lower strata of society, yet there were others present who are well known in the business world of Washington, and there was another class, as much out of place it seemed as a rose in a swamp—young girls who came on bicycles, stopping “just for a minute” to get a drink of lemonade. The excitement of the place seemed to Intoxicate them, and they tarried, many of them to taste for the first time this new sensation of depraved society. They stay perhaps to taste their first drink of intoxicants, ending in the wild orgies that too often form a part of the program at such resorts.