The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 87, January, 1865: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and PoliticsVarious
General
The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 87, January, 1865: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics
Various
American periodicals
I do not know how much I may assist any reader's further comprehension
of the energies of the metropolis by stating that it issues fifteen
daily newspapers, one hundred and thirty-three weekly or semi-weekly
journals, and seventy-four monthly, semi-monthly, or weekly
magazines,--that it has ten good and three admirable public
libraries,--a dozen large hospitals, exclusive of the military,--thirty
benevolent societies, (and we are in that respect far behind London,
where every man below an attorney belongs to some "union" or other, that
he may have his neighbors' guaranty against the ever-impending British
poor-house,)--twenty-one savings-banks,--one theatre where French is
spoken, a German theatre, an Italian opera-house, and eleven theatres
where they speak English. In a general magazine-article, it is
impossible to review the hundreds of studios where our own Art is
painting itself into the century with a vigor which has no rival abroad.
We can treat neither the aesthetic nor the social life of New York with as
delicate a pencil as we would. Our paper has had to deal with broad
facts; and upon these we are willing to rest the cause of New York in
any contest for metropolitan honors. We believe that New York is
destined to be the permanent emporium not only of this country, but of
the entire world,--and likewise the political capital of the nation. Had
the White House (or, pray Heaven! some comelier structure) stood on
Washington Heights, and the Capitol been erected at Fanwood, there would
never have been a Proslavery Rebellion. This is a subject which
business-men are coming to ponder pretty seriously.
After all, New York's essential charm to a New-Yorker cannot express
itself in figures, nor, indeed, in any adequate manner. It is the city
of his soul. He loves it with a passionate dignity which will not let
him swagger like the Cockney or twitter like the Parisian. His love for
New York goes frequently unacknowledged even to himself, until a
necessary absence of unusual length teaches him how hard it would be to
lose the city of his affections forever.
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