at 11 o'clock at night. Travellers going further, after reasonable time for necessary transfers in the Pratt street depot, left the same depot by horse power which took them out Pratt street to Mt. Clare whence according to their destination, steam took them to Washington, or to Cumberland there to take stage by the national road over the mountains to Wheeling. But the traveller who had reached his goal emerged from the Pratt street depot to find the Hotels of the town. He was immediately confronted by two on the opposite side of Pratt streetthe National Hotel, and Mrs. Bradshaw's United States Hotelclaiming to be first class, doing a good business-and charging their customers about a dollar a day, but with liberal discounts if they staid any length of time. If one desired to be further from the noise and excitement of railroad travel he could round the corner and pass up south Charles street, and on the east side a little beyond Lombard street he found the "Merchants Hotel,”—or a little higher up on Light street he encountered the Fountain Hotel then kept by Dix and Fogg. The former of these has so long passed from the memory of men and its site been occupied by stores and warehouses that only the ancients retain in memory, while the latter has only yielded to progress within the last three years, and gone down that the sightly Carrollton might rise above its foundations. Two others should be named for history's sake -as they have long ceased to have any existence save a history, viz., Bohn's Globe Hotel on the south side of Baltimore street one door west of Howard, and The Exchange Hotel which was kept by a Mr. West, and was among the large hotels of the country occupying the buildings which were subsequently converted into, and with additions, still constitute the Custom House and Post Office of the city. The Eutaw House was in a demoralized state, having but recently been bought by R. Garrett & Sons for between $50,000 and $60,000, and not having been put upon a satisfactory footing; but the City Hotel claimed as it always has, a position second to none in the country, David Barnum had recently died, and the Hotel was kept by McLaughlin and Zenus Barnum, had been recently fitted up, and boasted of being able to accommodate 250 guests. Hotels of a different grade the General Wayne then kept by Charles Goddard, the Wheatfield then kept by McIntosh and the Mansion House then kept by John Albutson, father of the present proprietor, then held about the same rank as now, although the latter two have been considerably enlarged. If from viewing the public houses the visitor turned to look at the genteel private residences he found them in Exchange Place, South street, south Gay street, Monument Square and Calvert street as far up as Saratoga, Charles street as far up as Franklin, on Franklin street and Lexington street as far west as Charles. Of all the dwellers in these aristocratic quarters, save perhaps a few on Franklin street, the places that then knew them know them no more, save possibly on their occasional visits to collect their rents of the warehouses, banks, restaurants, offices, boarding houses, etc., that stand where then stood the cheerful homes of the pride, the wealth, the culture and the society of the city. Fashion had begun to move toward Washington Monument and the streets in that vicinity, but northeast of the monument green fields sloped away toward the falls and the rickety old pest house called the jail which was just beyond it—and Charles street at Madison led into a beautiful grove of oaks-relics of the "forest primeval." From the corner of Madison street and Eutaw a country road led away diagonally to the northwest toward a place far out in the country, the residence of Lloyd Rogers. Upon the left hand side of this road some half mile out with ample grounds surrounding it was the beautiful residence of a leading merchant, Comfort Tiffany, and nearly opposite him upon an elevation known as "Rose Hill" with grounds yet more ample was the home of another prominent merchant Mr. Henry Tiffany. The former of these still remains-now the home of Francis A. Crook on Madison avenue-the latter has long since disappeared. It stood near the corner of Eutaw square and Lanvale street. It is probable that the owner of "Rose Hill" never aspired to be as wealthy as he would be who now owned the ground which thirty years ago constituted his country home. Toward the west the city hardly existed, as a city, beyond Cove street (now Fremont) along Baltimore street, there were some few buildings but they were almost entirely the wooden structures that had been erected for residences along the Frederick Turnpike road, than any built for city residence or business-and most of the distance beyond that street it was still a macadamized road, not a paved street. On the northwest side of Lexington and Fremont there was a very considerable cotton factory, with a cluster of houses around it for the operatives. Some two or three years later one bright Sunday afternoon a fire swept away the whole and the factory was never rebuilt. Just above Franklin street there was a magnificent grove of oaks, a favorite picnic ground for Sunday schools and social parties and near the present corner of Franklin and Fulton streets was a wide stretch of forest Known as "Schroeder's Woods,"-a great place of resort on holy day and festive occasions. Franklin square had shortly before been bought by the city, but there was no house near it, and it was uninclosed and unimportant. Although therefore the city's legal limits then were the same as now-no belt having been since annexed-it was quite as much to be admired for what it might become as for what it was, and was reckoned a city of very respectable—if not of magnificent distances. The inconvenience of this wide extent of territory had been mitigated—if not obviated-by a grand invention made or imported at all events introduced a few months before. This was a line of public conveyances running on a fixed line, free to all white persons for the trifling stipend of six cents, to ride as far as they pleased along the line on which these vehicles run. These vehicles were called omnibusses and ran from the corner of Franklin and Green streets down Green street to Baltimore and thence by Baltimore and collateral streets to a point near the lower end of Broadway. These were justly looked upon with gratulation and pride, regarded as a grand invention and unanimously voted a great institution. It was no easy task to keep properly cleansed a city of such wide extent, and this was perhaps the more difficult from the fact that there was no public arrangement for the removal of the offal and garbage but every householder was left to provide for the He was however removal of his own, at his own sweet will. The first peculiar business that attracted my attention, as overtopping all others was the manufacture of shot. The shot towers were standing-one at the corner of Front and Pitt streets-and one at the corner of Eutaw and Camden streets. A third-on north Gay street-had just been taken down nearly to its foundation and soon after entirely disappeared. The one on south Eutaw street remained for a few years—when it also disappeared to make way for what were supposed to be more remunerative investments, leaving the one on Front street at the corner of Pitt street-now east Fayette street-the sole survivor of this trio, and monument of this branch of our city's industry. But the traffic most obtrusively and flauntingly carried on, in highways and byways and thrust upon the attention by all the schemes for attracting notice that ingenuity or greed could devise, was the traffic in lottery tickets. Advertisements in the papers, small circulars setting forth the peculiarities of this particular scheme the vast number of prizes-the absolute certainty of drawing a prize which prize should be a fortune or two—and big posters in colored letters making proclamation of the same rare chances met the traveller through our streets in every square and at every corner. A high state official had supervision of the drawings of the lotteries which took place almost daily with open doors in a upper room of the Post Office building—a very plain small brick structure on the northeast corner of North and Fayette streets presided over by James M. Buchanan, Esq. These drawings so and there held were attended by a messenger (in great degree boys), from most of the lottery offices of the city. When the hour for the drawing had arrived and the company was assembled, a cylinder constructed of glass-so that its contents Could be seen-with a length of perhaps a foot and half, and a diameter of probably three feet was placed in clevated position so that all could see it. The numbers from one to 50, 60, 75, or hatever was determined on, printed on stiff paper were then rolled up so that it should be impossible to distinguish one number from another, were encased in a ring to keep them thus firmly rolled and they were then thrown into this wheel through a door opened for the purpose. The wheel was then rapidly revolved till its contents were most thoroughly mixed, when it was stopped, the door opened and a carefully blindfolded boy drew out one of the numbers, which was then announced to the assemblage, the wheel again whirled and another number drawn and announced and so on until three, four or five-according to the scheme had been drawn and the fate of the holders of the tickets in that scheme thus determined-when the crowd broke and fled-each messenger running as fast as muscle could carry with him an announcement of the result of the drawing for his office and its customers. I have described this the more particularly because it has ceased to be, and has passed into history; save where a trace of it lingers in the slums and alleys where lottery policy is played, and occasionally brought to light by a descent of the police in a spasm of virtue-or where in a less perfect and honestly organized form it may be found with its demoralization in the holy raffles of church fairs. Another traffic, now equally a thing of the past, was not without interest for me at the time, and was observed with some curiosity and careful attention. Passing up Pratt street upon the north side between Sharp and Howard, I noticed a sign which was a perfect riddle, and being so, moved to action all my powers of guessing. It read "Hope H. Slatter, from Clinton, Georgia." What were the peculiar wares in which he dealt, or what propriety, importance, or pertinence there was in that sort of proclamation of the place of his birth or education was a conundrum which I was not disposed to give up. I found the gentleman from Georgia and his clerks or assistants perfectly ready to gratify curiosity, and found that in rear of his office and dwelling which |