{"newspaper_name": "The New York herald.", "edition": "01", "page": "p2", "byline": ""}
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The STREETS AND THE WRATHER.-Every body
remembers how thrilingly Dibden has sung about
the "Sweet little cherub that sits up ao," to take
care Of the soul Of ''poor Jack" It would seem
as if some equally watchful and benevolent spiri,
above occasionally took charge of the streets OF
New York. Recently there was every reason to
dread the breaking forth of some pestental fever
from the indiscrbably filthy state of our thorough
fares, but down came a deluge of rain from the
heavens, and in single night the streets were
cleansed of the filth and impurities which had
been accumulatlng for months. The city now &C.
tually looks like the abode of civilized human be-
ings The sidewalks on Broadway are positively
clean, and down town the crossings are passible


Yesterday the air was balmy as in the
month Of May, and the gentle breezes, soft
and fresh, "sent into the heart summer feeling !"
Broadway was a moving panorama Of fashion,
beauty, elegance. millinery, folly and loaferism-
Winter, like the "natives," appears to be fairly
broken up.