“Great complaints are being made by the residents of
Maiden Lane street (north side) west of Bay, for want of a crossing on Bay
street.” Hamilton Spectator May 18, 1876
The Hamilton Spectator’s ongoing directions to the
city’s municipal leaders for needed work to be done continued with an item
concerning the street then known as Maiden Lane, now Jackson Street West.
The weather had been quite rainy for some time and
pedestrians using Maiden Lane were negatively affected by the condition of that
street:
“Persons coming down Maiden Lane street in wet weather
have to go through mud over their shoes, or else go over to the other side of
the road, where the crossing is in a very bad condition. The Board of Works
should attend to this matter at once.”
Given the recent weather conditions, this new equipment
put into service for the first time may have seemed superfluous, but it would
certainly be needed as spring progressed into summer:
“Today, for the first time, the new street sprinkler
purchased by the corporation was set at work on our streets. It works admirably
and is a great improvement on the other clumsy carts now in use. It sprinkles
the water evenly without leaving it in puddles, and takes a wide swath. It is
drawn by two horses, and is worked by a man and a boy. It is hoped that the
corporation will get several more and do away with the old carts.”
A slow day at the Hamilton Police Court, but there were
a couple interesting cases brought before Police Magistrate James Cahill:
“Chatte, the ‘bus driver of the Royal Hotel, was fined
$4 for using insulting language to a cab driver named Grace.
COWS
AT LARGE
Several women were fined twenty-five cents each for
having cows at large.
Robt. Robson was charged by the Chief of Police with
extinguishing street lamps. The case was dismissed.”
The little village of Rockton in the far north Western
sector of Wentworth County rarely got a mention in the Hamilton papers, but it
did on May 18, 1876 :
“The other evening several lads pelted down Howard’s
boot and shoe sign with stones, and committed other depredations on the
premises. They would all have been arrested had it not been for the owner of
the property, who interceded for them. They were let go with a warning.”
A rather odd story was unearthed by a Spectator reporter
who witnessed the climax of the story and then did some leg work to find out
the whole background:
“In spite of the vast amount of influence which has been
brought to bear on our reporter to suppress the little narrative detailed
below, the story is given to our readers as something too rich to be lost to
the public generally.
On last Christmas Day, a handsome young fellow,
well-known to most people in Dundas as a vagabond, called at a farmer’s house
in the Township of Dumfries , about twenty-five miles from this city, and asked
Mr. Mulholland, the head of the house, if he wanted a farm hand, saying that he
was out of health, out of work, had no money, and wanted to do something to keep
himself from starving during the winter. Although Mr. Mulholland had really
nothing for him to do, he took pity on the young fellow, who gave his name as
Philip Hulbert, and set off a comfortable room above the kitchen as his
bedchamber. It is hard to say what the future may be, but the bargain so far
has been an unfortunate one for Mr. Mulholland. He had no family with the
exception of his wife and daughter, a good-looking damsel of twenty-five years
of age. Hulbert became quite a favourite in the family, but Mr. Mulholland
never for a moment imagined that his daughter who had arrived at a mature age,
who was an acknowledged beauty, the mistress of a large fortune, and who
visited a wealthy aunt in Albany once a year, would ever fall in love with his hired
hand. He was mistaken. An intimacy sprung up between the two which was no
sooner noticed by Mr. Mulholland than he ordered young Hulbert out of the
house, and paid him three months’ salary in advance. Hulbert coolly took up his
residence at the next door neighbour’s, and kept up a correspondence by stealth
with Miss Mulholland which was concluded by the pair eloping on the 24 of April
last, the girl taking $50 of her father’s money and a silver watch with her.
Hulbert borrowed a horse and buggy, which he then left at Queen’s Arms Hotel in
Galt, and then took the train with his lady love on the Great Western to
Brantford, and then to Paris by the Grand Trunk, where they got married by a
German Methodist minister. After staying in that town for a couple of days, the
pair now being man and wife, they returned to Brantford where Hulbert hired as
a bartender in a hotel, and his wife as housemaid. In the first week in May,
the girl, now Mrs. Hulbert, became homesick, and declared that she would no
longer would as a housemaid in a hotel any longer. Hulbert then brought her to
this city, where they put up in one of our well known west end hotels. From
here, Mrs. Hulbert wrote to her father asking to be forgiven and be taken back.
Last evening, Mr. Mulholland came to this city and interviewed the pair in the
corridor. The old gentleman first knocked down his son-in-law and then shook
hands with him, and invited them to come and stay with him. The scene was
rather interesting, and was witnessed by none with the exception of our
reporter who had got into the secret and another person. The party drove out to
Dundas last night, and while there, Hulbert was detained by several parties who
insisted on having their little bills liquidated. These amounted to some $200,
all of which were settled by Mr. Mulholland by note. Hulbert has feathered his
nest pretty well, and is certainly better off than working as a deck hand on a
steamer as he did last summer.”
Two items thought to be of interest to Spectator readers
were copied from the weekly Dundas Standard:
“NEW MONUMENTS – Among several new monuments recently
erected in the York Road Cemetery, those on the plots of the Rolph and Hall
families are very handsome. The Rolph monument is a plain column composed of
Aberdeen granite with the inscription in gold letters. That erected by Mr. Wm.
Hall is a very handsome white marble headstone with a double panel. The design
is not common and is very chaste and attractive.
SABBATH BREAKERS – The juveniles of the West End are in
the habit of indulging in outdoor games on Sundays, to the annoyance of such as
cannot regard baseball and kindred amusements a fitting pastime for the
Sabbath. A few of these boys were
brought before the Mayor one evening last week, and after being cautioned as to
the repetition of such breaches of the Sabbath observance, were permitted to
escape the penalty attached to such offences. It is well that boys should know
that the law does not permit such unseemly disregard of the day set apart for
rest and religious exercises.”
The investigation into the suspicious death of Georgia
Macrae took a macabre turn :
“Yesterday, the body of Mrs. Macrae was exhumed and
placed in the dead house in the Cemetery, when Doctors MacDonald, Mullin and
Malloch held a post mortem examination. This afternoon the results of
their labours will be heard at the adjourned inquest to be held at the Police
Court at 4 o’clock.”
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