People Who Are Talked About

The New York correspondent of the Cincinnati Enqiiirer thus talks about familiar notabilities oí New York : Who's that sinister looking eur with a pallid skin, closely-shaven jaws, and keen, black-diamond eye, wrapped up in an ulster as if afraid he would congeal ? Don't you know who that is ? Why that's the oíd boy hünself, J. Goiild, who has come in to get a glass of,, seltzer - he never drinks any thing, and they say he never eats anything bufc sulphur. There goes a billionaire ; that's Lonis Lorillard, who lives at this hotel at the rate of f our hundred and fifty dollars a week - a sleek fat young fellow, with a pretty wife and one little chiok. Tobacco, my boys, makes tlie billionaires ; go into the tobáceo business at once. Why, there's Mr. Pullman, of Pullman car fame, a rataer short, high shouldered, rough-featured man of the Western stamp, who, no doubt roughed it in early We. He is living like a Prince now, and deserves to. He pays five hundred dollars a week in this palace-car of a hotel. Aha ! here ia Bennett, driving his dashing four-in-hand, and cracking his whip like a veritable postilion, and behind him, on top of the great lumbering coach, are a party or bouquet of ladies, and two orthree gentlemen, one of whom (Lord Dundreary, by all that is lan guid !) has a, long silver hom, which he toots in answer to another hom, from another four-in-hand, driven by young Jay, further down the avenue. Bennett looks the picture of a young American in his heavy white overcoat, and sits back with the air of a native sovereign. Bennett sows a few - oats now nd then. Do you reinember how he sowed thetn one night on Bellevue avenue, Newport ? Not having drank any thinsr for a long time he got a little wild-like and, jerking a cabman off a hack, i mounted and seized the reins. He drove up and down the avenue a number of times at breakneck speed in the dark till he ran against and upset a baker's wagon and threw the baker out in the mud. With that philanthropic spirit for which he is noted on such occasions, Bennett dismounted and attempted to set matters right with the red-hot baker, but seeing a sign on the cart of "Eagle Bakery" a happy idea struck him, and rushing up to the irate vender he exclaim od in most conciliatory tones, "I say, old fel-fel-low it's all right ; give us a dozen baked eagles. " When in hia happiest moods "Jim" is quite communicative, and insists that he will yet be Pres-President of the 'Nited States. One thing is certain, whenever in a moment of eccentricity he breaks any glasses, chandeliers or mirrors, he always draws his cheok the next morning like a gentleman.