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dinner and afterwards harnesses up again. 

 Now he calls himself a horse. Rethinks 

 he is a horse, and to all intents and pur- 

 poses he is a horse. So that he has earn- 

 ed the name of "Johnny the Horse." 

 He has been there a long time and is 

 quite harmless and everybody that goes 

 to Blackwell's Island asks to see "Johnny 

 the Horse." He is one of the sights. 



Now that is a picture of the Almshouse 

 on Blackwell's Island . In passing through 

 the streets many beggars ask you for 

 money to buy something to eat. They 

 ask you for alms- Now you can always 

 say, " My good friend, you don't need to 

 go hungry in the City of New York. The 

 city provides places for such people as 

 you." Now if I had no home, no shelter 

 and no food, I consider that I would be 

 a truer man to go to the proper author- 

 ities and be put into a place like this than 

 I would to belittle myself to stand on the 

 streets and beg of those who went by for 

 something to eat. Of course these peo- 

 ple up there — I don't suppose the bill of 

 fare is anything like Delmonico's or the 

 Waldorf, and I don't suppose they have 

 quai) on toast for dinner or the delicacies 

 of the season ; but they have enough to 

 eat and they have a fairly good bed. I 

 think most of them have it a great deal 

 better than they had before they went 

 there. But here is a place where they 

 can be sent to if they are in absolute 

 need. 



Now we will take a look upon some of 

 the people who go there. This is a 

 picture of the same building. You see 

 some of the old women out with their 

 sun-bonnets on. It was a very peculiar 

 sight to me to pass along and see these 

 people, some of the old women with their 

 snuff-boxes and pipes, and they were 

 smoking and having a good time and 

 they seemed to be enjoying life a good 

 deal. Some of them didn't care to have 

 their pictures taken and drew their bon- 



nets over their faces, but I induced some 

 of them to let me take their pictures. 



There is a picture that is still further 

 up ; that is the final resting place of the 

 unnumbered dead of the City of New 

 York; that is the Potter's Field, on Harts 

 Island. There are about 10,000 people 

 buried there every year, and they dig 

 long trenches, and any of them who are 

 buried whole of course they have room 

 enough : but in most cases their bodies 

 are sent up after they have served their 

 purpose in the dissecting room before 

 they are sent there. 



Now we will come back to the city, 

 and this is a picture of the interior of the 

 Carnegie Laboratorj^ where all the ex- 

 periments were made at the time of the 

 last cholera scare. Now we will just 

 take a look that will give you the posi- 

 tion of the physician when he is making 

 an examination with the microscope for 

 some of these germs. You will see he 

 has got the test tubes here and all the 

 cultures, and he is just making an ex- 

 amination. 



But we must hasten on because there 

 are a number of pictures I wish to show 

 you still. This is a picture of the Babies' 

 Hospital, over on Fifty-sixth street, and 

 lycxington avenue. There are two hos- 

 pitals in the city besides the Charity Hos- 

 pital, but they are under private control, 

 where they take young babies under, I 

 think, two years of age. Most of the hos- 

 pitals will not take children under two 

 years of age; but these two, the babies' 

 ward of the Post Graduate, and this at 

 Fifty-sixth street take children under two 

 years of age. You can, of course, send 

 them up to the nursery on Blackwell's 

 Island, where they have young children 

 under two years of age. But most of 

 them come here and into the babies' ward. 

 I will show you a picture of the interior. 

 Here you see where the babies have their 

 cribs and little rocking horses, and the 



