28 85 5

Total 713 830 1223 317 433 500 1265 94

"This makes a total of 5281 drinks and 94 bottles of champagne consumed
in thirteen of the largest saloons, supported by the brokers; and
including the dozen or more of small places, the number of drinks taken
in and about Wall street per day is over 7500, while over 125 bottles of
champagne are disposed of. The amount of money expended for fuel to feed
the flagging energies of the speculators is, therefore, over $2000 per
day, and it is not at all strange that the brokers occasionally cut up
queer antics in the boards, and stocks take twists and turns that
unsettle the street for weeks."

The brokers, however, are not the only generous patrons of the bar-rooms.
The vice of drunkenness pervades all classes. Every day men are being
ruined by it, and the most promising careers totally destroyed. Day
after day, you see men and women reeling along the streets, or falling
helpless. The police soon secure them, and at night they are kept quite
busy attending to them. But the arrests, numerous as they are, do not
represent the sum total of the drunkenness of the city. The drinking in
private life, which oftentimes does not result in actual intoxication,
but which kills by slowly poisoning body and mind, is very great, but
there is no means of estimating it.

[Picture: A FEMALE DRINKER.]

Respectable men patronize the better class bar-rooms, and respectable
women the ladies' restaurants. At the latter places a very large amount
of money is spent by women for drink. Wives and mothers, and even young
girls, who are ashamed to drink at home, go to these fashionable
restaurants for their liquor. Some will drink it openly, others will
disguise it as much as possible. Absinthe has been introduced at these
places of late years, and it is said to be very popular with the gentler
sex. Those who know its effects will shudder at this. We have seen many
drunken women in New York, and the majority have been well dressed and of
respectable appearance. Not long since, a lady making purchases in a
city store, fell helpless to the floor. The salesman, thinking she had
fainted, hastened to her assistance, and found her dead drunk.

We have already written of the Bucket Shops. They represent the lowest
grade of this vice. They sell nothing but poisons.

Is it strange then that crime flourishes? I