New York City Post-Office
by T. B. Thorpe
Harper's New Monthly Magazine - Volume 43, Issue 257 - October 1871
- pages 645-663
Published by Harper & Brothers
There seems to be no preserved evidence that for very many years
after the settlement of what is now known as the city of New York there
was any officially recognized post-office. The population was small in numbers,
and there were no business inducements which would lead to much correspondence.
The very first ships which arrived after the primitive settlement of course
brought letters to New Amsterdam, and the commencement of our local office
was naturally coeval with the foundation of the city; but it was many
years before there was a population which called for any system looking
toward revenue.
On the arrival of the vessel those letters relating to the cargo
were delivered to the merchants; the members of the exulting, expecting
crowd which welcomed their friends received their letters from hands warm
with the grasp of friendship. If a solitary epistle found no owner, it was
left in the possession of some responsible private citizen until called for.
In time the intercourse with Holland increased, and there gradually developed
a system of voluntary distribution which became eventually known as the
“coffee-house delivery,” which maintained its popularity and usefulness
more than a hundred years.
This system grew out of the custom of masters of vessels, and the
people from the settlements of Breucklyn, Pavonia, and the distant Hackensack,
leaving at some agreed-upon popular tavern letters intrusted to them which
they could not personally deliver. Here these “waifs” were kept in a small
box, conveniently placed within the reach of all, or gibbeted ingeniously
upon the surface of a smooth board, by means of green haize, tape, and
brass-headed nails, the “composition” displayed the while, like some choice
picture, in the most conspicuous part of the public room. There were hangers-on
at these popular resorts who unconsciously acted as agents for this arcadian
post; for they acquired temporary importance, and sometimes a bit of tobacco
or a glass of Schiedam schnapps, by circulating information regarding the
“letter list.” It was a curious sight, these old depositories of commercial
speculations and homely friendships. Many were the neglected letters which
were taken and examined by the simple-hearted old burghers, until the superscriptions
were entirely defaced by the handling. Crabbed writing must, under the best
circumstances, have made the characteristic and familiar Holland names of
Guyshert van Imbroecken and Ryndert Jansen van Hooghten appear very much
like an imitation of a Virginia fence; but when these same letters became
here and there defaced and stained by soiling fingers, the superscription
must have been a jumble indeed. It is asserted, however, that the possible
contents of these “literary orphans” were sources of infinite gossip to the
loungers at the tavern, for they would sit silently and smoke for long hours
thinking over the important matter, occasionally uttering the vague speculation
that they “were written by somebody ;“ and after this severe effort of conjectural
thought would lapse again into dreamy somnolency.
The tradition, however, is doubtful that the earlier Dutch governors
received their official dispatches through the coffee-house delivery,
and continued so to do up to the time of the testy and resolute Stuyvesant,
who conceived the idea that more rapid communication with the gubernatorial
head-quarters might be had by sending these important documents, without
any circumlocution, to his official residence.
For many years, even after the English took possession of New York,
the coffee-house delivery was really the people’s institution for the
distribution of written information. The custom continued with the population
of the seaport towns of turning out and greeting the arrival of every important
vessel, and there followed the consequent exchange of congratulations, inquiries,
and letters; and even after a more comprehensive and responsible system
was demanded it was difficult to get the people to wholly change their old
and confirmed ways, to depart from habits associated with so many pleasant
traditions.
But this simple style of conducting business gradually became inefficient;
and the “mother country,” after England assumed the maternal position,
turned its attention to the establishinent of post-offices throughout the
few densely settled portions of the colonies. At this period, toward the
close of the seventeenth century (1672), New York boasted of five thousand
inhabitants. Both Philadelphia and Boston were her superiors in population
and commercial importance, and their citizens entered upon the new arrangements
with actively expressed zeal. But New York in spirit remained a mere
village, for its old population was quite satisfied with things as they
were, and resolutely maintained its correspondence, whenever it was possible,
through private means. An innovation on this custom was evidently made by
an official order, issued in 1686, that ship-letters must be sent to the
custom-house; and we presume that the municipal government came to the rescue
in 1692, by passing an act establishing a post-office.
In the year 1710 the Postmaster-General of Great Britain directed
the establishment of a “chief letter office” in the city of New York, Philadelphia
having been previously made the head-quarters of the colonial organization.
In the succeeding year arrangements were completed for the delivery of
the Boston mail twice a month, and propositions to establish a foot post
to Albany were advertised. The New York Gazette, for the week ending the
3d of May, 1732, has the following interesting advertisement:
“The New York post-office will be removed tomorrow to the uppermost
of the two houses on Broadway, opposite Beaver Street. “RicuAza Nicaol,
Esq., P. M.”
In 1740 a complete road was “blazed” from Paulus Hook (Jersey City)
to Philadelphia, over which road, without any stated intervals of time,
the mail was carried on horseback between Philadelphia and New York.
Twenty-one years (1753) after the notice we have quoted of the removal
of the New York post-office to Broadway we find it still in the same location,
but designated as being opposite Bowling Green, and that it would he open
every day, save Saturday afternoon and Sunday, from 8 to 12 A.M., except
on post nights, when attendance would be given until ten at night. Signed,
Alexander Colden, Deputy Postmaster, and Secretary and Comptroller.
Dr. Franklin must have been very active in the establishment of postal
facilities throughout the colonies; for in the year 1753, much to his personal
satisfaction, he was appointed Postmaster-General, with a small salary, which,
it was quaintly added, “be could have if he could get it.” But in spite of
the establishment of a city post forty years previously, New York did not
attract any special attention, and the revenues derived therefrom are not
mentioned, while those of Boston and Philadelphia have frequent notice. It
is probable that the municipal and the colonial authorities carried on much
of their correspondence through agents, who were left to their own ways,
the habits of the mass of the people confining them to their old notions
of volunteer distribution, which was also encouraged by the high rates of
postage. So long, indeed, did the coffee-house delivery maintain its popularity,
that we find “the constituted officials” complaining of the fact as injuring
the revenue, and finally an attempt was made to break up the custom by the
publication of severe penalties.
In Dr. Franklin’s celebrated examination before the House of Commons
Committee on the situation of the colonies we find the following questions
and answers, evidently aimed at the coffee-house distribution of letters:
COMMITTEE. “Do not letters eften come into the post-offices of America
directed to inland towns where no post goes?“
Dr. FRANKLIN. “Yes.”
COMMITTEE. “Can any private person take up these letters and carry
them as directed?“
Dr. FRANKLIN. “Yes, a friend of the person may do it, paying the
postage that has accrued.”
But for many years, in spite of this governmental opposition, New
York city kept up the custom. The coffee-houses maintained their popularity.
To them resorted the chief men and the wits of the town. At them were
to be met the sea-captains and strangers from abroad, and gossip answered
the place of the daily paper; and there was kept up the “card-rack,” sticking
full of letters and business notices; nor would public opinion severely
condemn this custom, so peculiar to New York. Even the first Tontine Coffee-house,
as it was called, had its place for exchanging letters. It was not until
it was found out by experience that a well-regulated city post was safer,
of less trouble, and more expeditious, that the coffee-house letter distribution
came to an end.
The oppressions of the colonies by the British government occasioned
a novel form of indignation, which expressed itself by the decided patronage
of what appears to have been a “continental post,” which was carried on
in opposition to the one under the control of the English Postmaster-General,
for we find a notice that the deputy of the British government was vainly
endeavoring to keep up a post-office.
Alexander Colden remained postmaster up to the breaking out of the
Revolution, for in the year previous (1775) his name appears in the Gazette
in connection with the office, and with the additional one of agent for
the English packets, which sailed once a month.
Upon the British troops taking possession of New York, the old record
of the post-office disappears. For seven years it was abolished by the
exactions of the provost-marshal, and little correspondence ensued not connected
with the movements of troops. William Bedlow was the first postmaster after
the close of the war, as his name appears in that connection in 1785; but
in the succeeding year (1786) Sebastian Banman was postmaster; and in the
first directory of the city ever published — in which we find 926 names of
citizens, the members of Congress, etc., John Hancock, Esq., President —
is the following advertisement:
ARRIVALS AND DEPARTURES OF THE MAILS AT THE POST-OFFICE IN NEW YORK
ARRIVALS
FROM NEW ENGLAND AND ALBANY
>From November 1st to May 1st. On Wednesday and Saturday, at seven
o’clock P.M.
>From May 1st to November 1st. On Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday,
at eight o’clock P.M.
FROM THE SOUTHWARD
>From November 1st to May 1st. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday,
at nine o’clock P.M.
DEPARTURES
FOR NEW ENGLAND AND ALBANY
>From November 1st to May 1st. On Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday,
at ten o’clock P.M.
>From May 1st to November 1st. On Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday,
at ten o’clock P.M.
FOR THE SOUTHWARD.
>From November 1st to May 1st. On Sunday and Thursday, at two
o’clock P.M.
>From May 1St to November 1st. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday,
at four o’clock P.M.
** Letters must be in the office half an hour before closing.
Congress in those early days was more considerate of the personal comforts
of the post-office clerks than at the present time; for, with business that
was scarcely worth noticing under the head of “labor,” that deliberative
body found heart to pass a solemn act directing “that all letters left
at the post a half hour before the time of making up the mail must be forwarded
therein.” Therefore, advertised the sagacious Sebastian Bauman, all letters
left at the office not conformable with this act will be left over until
the next post! The income of the New York post-office the first year (1786)
of this most excellent red-tape official was $2789 84; and from this amount,
as a starting-point, can be correctly estimated the annual increase of
the postal business of New York city.
On the 30th of April, 1789, Washington was inaugurated President,
and the establishment of the General Post-office as now organized immediately
followed. Samuel Osgood was appointed Postmaster-General, and assumed
his duties in the city of New York under the tuition of Sebastian Bauman.
What should be done with this important official was evidently a subject
of Congressional discussion; for we find officially recorded, that “the
Postmaster-General shall not keep any office separate from the one in
which the mails arriving in New York are opened and distributed, that
he may by his presence prevent irregularities, and rectify mistakes which
may occur.” In fact, this now most important officer of the general government,
and his solitary assistant and one clerk, then had nothing to do; so they
took their first lessons in the service in the post-office of the city of
New York. At this time there were throughout the United States seventy-five
legally established post-offices and one thousand eight hundred and seventy-five
miles of post-office routes.
In a very short time the national capital was transferred to Philadelphia,
which had three penny-post carriers when New York had one — suggestive
data of the comparative importance of the two cities at that time. The Southern,
or Philadelphia, mail left New York daily, the Eastern mail tri-weekly,
special mails for New Jersey and Long Island once a week. Mails to Albany
were carried on horseback, contractor’s remuneration, “postage collected.”
“Colonel” Sebastian Bauman disappears in 1803; and his successor,
Josias Ten Eyck, after what was to the public probably an uneventful year,
gave way to General Theodorus Bailey, who received his appointment January
2, 1804, and who satisfactorily performed the duties of his office for nearly
a quarter of a century. General Bailey was a gentleman of high standing
in the community. He was a member of the House of Representatives two sessions,
and a United States Senator in 1803, which position he held one year,
and then resigned to assume the duties of postmaster.
The post-office was removed from Broadway by General Bailey, who
established it in a house he had purchased, 29 William Street, corner of
Garden, now Exchange Place. The building, even at that early day, was considered
and spoken of as an “old-fashioned house.” The windows were wide apart, and
between the two on the lower story was a narrow door, the entrance of which
was protected by a stoop lined with the usual wooden benches. A single dormer-window
broke up the monotony of the peaked roof. The window-frame on the left
of the door was divided into the novelty of small boxes (now for the first
time introduced), one hundred and forty-four in number. The office occupied
was twelve feet in width and fifteen deep. The room was so small that it
soon became overcrowded, and the increase of the newspaper mail became so
great that William Coleman, publisher of the Evening Post, who kept a bookstore
corner of William and Wall streets, used to take the accumulated newspapers,
generally of an entire week, over to his store, and assort them at his leisure,
tying up each distribution with a string, and then sending them back to
the post-office to be distributed through the mails.
General Bailey occupied the upper part of the house with his family.
In accordance with the custom of those times, between twelve and one o’clock
he closed up the lower part of the door and joined his family at dinner.
If any parties were delayed by this attention to refreshments, they would,
if strangers, reach around, and, seizing hold of the huge lion-headed knocker,
make a clatter that could be heard a block away. If the solitary clerk
answered this clamor, he generally remarked that the banks closed between
twelve and one, and why shouldn’t the post-office? and, with other evidences
of dissatisfaction, would dismiss the impatient citizens. But if General
Bailey was forced to reply, he would answer the call with the courtliness
of an officer of the army associated with General Washington, and he would
dismiss the inquirer after written and sealed information with the same
old-school bow with which he would have delivered an order from head-quarters
or a bouquet to a lady. If any of General Bailey’s personal acquaintances
happened to call in an unpropitious hour, and no one was in attendance, they
would help themselves, carefully leaving the money for postage on the table,
which occupied almost the entire interior of the room.
The establishment of the “embargo” in the year 1807 paralyzed all
business, and, of course, seriously affected that of the post-office. >From
this time onward for several years there was little that occurred of general
interest. It was not until the agitation of the right of the British government
to impress seamen sailing under the American flag that New York was aroused
from what seemed to be a chronic apathy, and the name of General Bailey,
the postmaster, suddenly appears, among others, attached to certain resolutions
resenting this monstrous assumption on the part “of the self-styled mistress
of the seas.” The war of 1812 followed, and the post-office business continued
to suffer. The clerical force, in consequence, was reduced one-third by
the dismissal of a junior clerk; Archibald Forrester, one of the two retained,
acting occasionally as a volunteer in throwing up earth-works “above King’s
Bridge,” and again in superintending laborers engaged in constructing
the round fort which still adorns the Battery. Jimmy Mower, the junior
clerk, was drafted, but saved his place by hiring a substitute. Thus the
post-office took a front rank in the patriotic efforts made to save the
national honor. This war excitement had a healthy action on the country;
the post-office business began to increase, and from that time steadily
developed in importance.
In the summer of 1822 the city was desolated by the yellow fever,
and was almost absolutely deserted by its population. The infected district
was separated from the outer world by a high board fence, which ran across
the city through the line of Duane, and what was then known as Harrison
Street. Persons who had the temerity to climb to the top of this barricade
relate that in the height of the plague not a living person could be seen.
The post-office, for the public accommodation, was moved to Greenwich village,
the desks, mail - bags, and all making hardly enough to overcrowd a modern
furniture cart. The building temporarily appropriated was a handsome two-story
frame house, erected for a bank but not occupied, situated corner of Asylum,
now Fourth, and what was subsequently known as Bank Street. The magnificent
trees which surrounded the house still have representatives standing in
Hammond Street. Between Greenwich village and New York at that time was
a vast tract of unoccupied and broken land. Woodcock and snipe “from the
Jerseys” still found shelter in the marshes, the waters of which drained
through old Canal Street.
When the yellow fever was raging, the rural population of the village,
much to their annoyance, found their houses filled with people flying
for their lives; these inflictions were borne with patience, since any
fears were quieted by liberal pay for shelter; but when the post-office
arrived, followed by the fear-stricken clerks, they concluded that disaster
had indeed fallen in their midst, and that the letters and those grim road-worn
mail-bags were but seeds and depositories of pestilence. With the sharp,
biting frost of the latter part of November the post-office was removed
back to its old quarters.
In the year 1825 there was an imperative demand for better, or rather
for more roomy, accommodations, and the government leased the “Academy
Building,” opposite Dr. Matthew’s church in Garden (now Exchange) Street.
The free school which had been its occupant for many previous years was
under the control of the “Reformed Dutch Consistory.” It was a two-story
wooden building, and familiar to the youthful population, and especially
“the rising young men,” for they had one and all within its incjosure been
more or less severely disciplined in the principles of a useful education,
and had been physically invigorated by the virtues of a sound thrashing.
The front of the building had some pretensions to novelty by slight
attempts at ornamentation, and the unusual covering of a flat roof. On
one side was a small pen, through which was the entrance into the yard,
and underneath was a sort of dungeon for the confinement, if so ordered,
of fractious boys, whom reason, mingled with Scripture, worldly advice,
and birchen rods, had failed to reform. On the opposite side was Postmaster
Bailey’s residence, a narrow two-story house, with a single dormer-window,
and a cellar in the basement, protected from observation by doors, which,
from their propitious angle, formed the “summer sliding-pond” of Young New
York.
In this new location two windows were knocked into one, and the acquired
space was filled up with nine hundred letter boxes, and, to the astonishment
of many, they were soon leased for business purposes. To make every thing
satisfactory to the public, General Bailey obtained permission from the government
to build a wooden shed over the sidewalk, so that people waiting at the delivery
window were protected from the snow and rain. At this time there were eight
clerks — W. B. Taylor, Joseph Dodd, George Abell, Courter Goodwin, W. S.
Dunham, James Lynch, James Mower, and Charles Forrester. On the 1st of January,
1871, three of these clerks, after forty-five years of faithful service,
were still at work, viz., W. B. Taylor, Joseph Dodd, and Charles Forrester
- the two last named are all that are leeft of those who were on duty in
the first quarter of the century.
In those days the prevailing spirit was one of quiet. There was not
apparently even a foreshadowing of the “lightning speed” which is characteristic
of every event of this generation; for, thirty or forty years ago, a voyage
from Liverpool to New York was “rapid” if accomplished within two months,
and quite satisfactory if not prolonged to ninety days. Even after the
lapse of this last-mentioned time, there was no anxiety in the minds of
self-possessed friends. The vessel, they would say, has met with some accident
and put in at Faynl, of Azores or Western Islands, then a sort of half-way
station,where ships and passengers alike rested from their fatigues. After
repairing sails and cordage, and supplying the exhausted stores of provisions,
the good ship and easy-going passengers would renew their slow progress
westward, possibly consuming a third of a year in the voyage. It was after
one of these “long-drawn-out events,” when the skipper probably consumed
more time to get his craft from Sandy Hook to the “Dover Street dock” than
is now necessary to make the entire voyage across the Atlantic, that a passenger,
evidently born out of his time, so fully realized the misery of the programme
that he indignantly, and with some tendency to hyperbole, asserted, “that
if all the trees in the world were pens, and all the men in the world scribes,
and all the water in the sea ink, they couldn’t explain the calamity of
such a voyage.”
There were no telegraphs, no speedy movements by the aid of steam,
and consequently nothing of what is now designated newspaper enterprise.
As a consequence, the people, even like their Knickerbocker predecessors,
depended upon, and were quite satisfied to wait upon, chance for information.
A well-known citizen “from the interior,” now designated the “rural districts,”
was button-holed (“interviewed,” we would say) under the post-office shed
regarding the corn and potato crop of his section. A “Southerner,” or a
live sea-captain, or a passenger “just from Europe,” were severally perfect
magazines of news. Information thus obtained — if used with spirit — would
frequently appear within a week or ten days. here at the post-office was to
be met, every pleasant morning, Charles King of the American, Redwood Fisher
of the Doug Advertiser, and the pleasantest man of all the press, Major Mordecai
Noah of the Gourier, and other distinguished editors, who, having exchanged
the ordinary courtesies of the day, would in an oracular manner give utterance
to startling political or social observations, the pleasant interlude very
likely terminatifig in a practical joke, profanely indulged in by an irreverent
bank clerk, or valuable assistant of a popular auctioneer.
But the post-office had among its clerks Jimmy Mower. He was a smart
business man, of wonderful capacity for work, and of the most equable
good-nature. In addition, he was pretty well read; he boasted that he
got his information in connection with his business of distributing the
newspapers. One of his jokes grew out of the fact that in the war he was
drafted, but, to avoid the responsibility, hired a substitute, who was killed
at the famous sortie on Fort Erie, Canada frontier, and consequently that
he (Jimmy Mower) had been killed in the service of his country, and that
his bones were absolutely whitening on the battle-field. His efforts to
get a pension for his heirs and get his post-office pay at the same time
proved a puzzler to the best legal minds. The fashion of the times was rather
“stately,” but Mower, dead as he was, had life enough in him to amuse his
fellow - clerks by sometimes joining in the conversations held under the
shed outside of the post-office, and turning what was serious into ridicule.
He generally hallooed his remarks through a broken pane of glass, at the
same time making his hands almost invisible iu the distribution of mail
matter.
He was popular with the crowd, and if he could give the erudite Charles
King, or the subtle Redwood Fisher, or the worthy Major Noah what the “boys”
termed a “side-winder,” it would set the post-office congregation in a roar.
If Jimmy was turned on by some indignant individual who didn’t see his joke,
the light-hearted official retreated to the interior of the post-office,
leaving the vehement eloquence intended for his head to be expended against
the obtruding glass. Colonel Dodd and Charley Forrester, who are still cleiks
in the post-office, were great admirers of Jimmy Mower, and they still insist,
after forty-five years of serious reflection on the subject, that Mower
was the smartest man they ever knew, and that in his fights with “the editors
and the big-bugs” he always got the advantage.
The post-office now began to be an institution, and this growing
importance was pleasant to General Bailey, who, with more enlarged quarters
and a private house entirely at his disposal, seemed to grow more courtly
than ever, and dispensed his pleasant hospitality of conversation from the
benches of his front-door, where he could often be seen side by side with
the Clintons, the Willetts, and Schuylers, indulging in mutual congratulations
upon the growth of the city and country, both of which they had assisted
to rescue from colonial dependence and place on the high-road to national
greatness.
At that time there were six letter-carriers, the extreme up-town
boundary of their field of labor being a straight line crossing the island
at Catharine and Canal streets. Colonel Reeside was now becoming of national
importance by his connection with the Post-office Department. He carried
the great Southern mail through from Washington, Baltimore, and Philadelphia,
delivering it by contract at Paulus Hook (Jersey City). Here it was taken
possession of by Colonel Dodd, who brought over the bags in a skiff, and
then trundled them up to Garden Street in a wheelbarrow.
At the foot of Rivington Street, in the year 1825, was an important
spot of high ground, known as “Manhattan Island — a place where were located
the ship-yards, among them the large one belonging to Henry Eckford. The
proprietors of these yards had an extensive correspondence with the South,
especially with Georgia and Florida, from which States they obtained their
fat pine and live-oak used in ship-building. Mr. Charles Forrester, more
than forty years an employe of the post-office, and who still performs his
daily and arduous duties, then a boy, lived in the suburbs, and he would
bring up the letters directed to these ship-builders, carry them across the
wet meadows that lined the eastern side of the island, and deliver them to
their owners.
The year 1825 was made memorable by the fact that Colonel Reeside
obtained the contract to carry the mails from Boston to New York, the route
being over the old post-road. Reeside’s stages were very showy, drawn by
four blooded Virginia horses, and driven by the most accomplished “Jehus.”
On pleasant summer afternoons the people confined to the lower part
of the island would purposely walk up the Bowery to see the “Boston mail”
come in. Some time before the vehicle reached the old hay-scales, just
where the Cooper Institute now stands, the driver would herald his approach
by a melodious winding of his horn; then, laying aside this vulgar instrument,
he would assume his legitimate sceptre, the whip, which he would harmlessly
crack over the heads of his spirited steeds with a noise that, on a clear
day, could be “heard a mile.”
On Saturdays the jolly school boys and girls would gather together
under the tall poplars and button-wood trees, and as the stage dashed along
they would wave their hands as a welcome, and the most venturesome would
catch hold of the straps, and thus have the glory of riding a few yards under
the overhanging “boot.” The characteristic gamins of that period would
evince their enthusiasm by following the coach and rollicking in the dust
of its revolving wheels; would cheer it and its passengers to the end of
the route; and especially was this the case when the driver would make
purposely abortive attempts to drive these human flies away with his whip,
or a jocose passenger would bandy wit with the boys, and make them crazy
with delight by the scattering of a few pennies in the road.
In the winter these gay coaches were put aside, and in their place
was a huge box on wheels, the combination not unlike a hearse, in the heart
of which was deposited the load. The practice then was to abandon passengers,
when the roads were heavy from mud and rain, and carry the mails; but
nowadays, if the reports from many of the existing stage routes be true,
under unfavorable circumstances the drivers abandon the mails to carry
the passengers. Amos Kendall, the indefatigable Postmaster-General, by
his industry and good management, reduced the carrying time between New
York and New Orleans from sixteen to seven days. The event was celebrated
at the Merchants’ Exchange and the post-office by the raising of the national
standard, and there was a general rejoicing in Wall Street. Jimmy Mower
had his joke by gravely asserting, that all newspapers delivered at the
office from New Orleans less than sixteen days old were printed at the Advertiser
office.
Progress was now perceptible in the whole city in the evident growth
of wealth and population. The merchants (1825) were suddenly inspired
with the ambition to have an Exchange worthy of their increasing importance,
and an honor to the growing metropolis. To realize this idea they purchased
a lot of seventy feet fronting on Wall Street, and at that time practically
between William and Pearl streets. The foundations of the building were
laid with imposing ceremonies, and its gradual erection, joined with the
promising grandeur, was to the citizens a source of daily surprise and self-congratulation.
In due time the structure was completed, and to give proper importance to
the event, and a characteristic recognition of one of New York’s greatest
financiers and lawyers, a marble statue of Alexander Hamilton was placed
conspicuously under the dome.
The “solid men” went from this stately pile around to the humble
post-office in Garden Street, and the board front and “shanty” shed became
distasteful to their eyes and unworthy of the city. This public sentiment
was utilized into well-written articles for the newspapers, and the people
grew suddenly amhitious for a better and more convenient post-office. The
merchnnts favored the idea, and a part of the basement of the new Exchange
was leased to the federal government, and in the year 1827 the post-office
was established in its new and excellent quarters.
Wall Street at this time presented a picturesque mingling of the
highest social life with churches, banks, and business stores combined.
That it was in a transition state was apparent, yet we much doubt if the
fact was fully realized by even the most sagacious citizens. The monetary
institutions had a solid, unpretentious look, and the buildings in which
they were lodged, in some instances, were occupied in their upper stories
by the presidents, or cashiers, with their families. Then our most solid
merchants did not find it
inconsistent to live over their stores, and have at their tables
their confidential clerks. Large trees still shaded the sidewalks, and private
residences were to be seen, at the windows of which, after business hours,
the ladies of the household presented themselves, or, standing at the front-door,
according to the early custom of New York, chatted with neighbors. “Wall
Street Church” and grounds occupied half the block that reached from Nassau
to Broadway; while over the whole towered the venerable pile known as “Old
Trinity,” its grave-yard adding to the rural aspect, and giving an air of
quiet to the surroundings. The Merchants’ Exchange occupied only the eastern
half of the square on which it was built; and directly adjoining it was
a little candy shop, where they sold spruce-beer and “taffy” by the penny’s
worth. Then came the shop of a fashionable haberdasher, and on the corner
was Benedict’s well-known watch establishment, the regulator of which governed
Wall Street time.
In the rear of the eastern corner of the basement of the Exchange
was located the celebrated lunch-room of Charley King. How his restaurant
would compare with the more pretentious ones of modern date we will not
assert; but for hearty good-will, substantial fare, high respectability,
and unquestioned manners, the proprietors of this now almost forgotten lunch-room
have not, since its destruction, been surpassed. In the basement corner of
Wall and Hanover streets James Buchanan, British consul, and David Hale printed
a paper with the happily selected name of Journal of Commerce. It was at
the commencement an unpretending sheet, and from the fact that it was semi-religious
in its tone, and refused advertisements for ths sale of liquors, was assumed
to he a “temperance sheet.” Among the well-known characters then living
in New York was one “Johnny Edwards, scale-beam maker.” He lived “up town,’
in the vicinity of what is now known as Fourth Street and Second Avenue.
He was a man of the most harmless eccentricity, dressing himself in a Quaker
garb, and riding about in a rickety old gig. He used sometimes to come down
to Wall Street in business hours, and, taking advantage of the crowd in
front of the Exchange, would proceed to harangue the “thoughtless generation”
on the virtues of his patent scale beams, and the necessities of temperance.
As he clinched his arguments regarding temperance with the distribution
of tracts, he took great umbrage at the assumptions of the Journal of Oommerce,
pronouncing it a rival sheet on the great subject of temperance. The crowd
enjoyed these interruptions of the usual routine of the street, to the great
annoyance of David Hale, who considered the whole thing an undignified travesty
on his gravely attempted efforts to bring about a moral reform.
Even at this dawning era the spirit of New York was unambitious,
and the people, with few exceptions, were evidently unconscious of the changes
in its character which were impending. One mail delivery a day was all
the merchants demanded. The newspapers were rarely excited about the receipt
of their exchanges. The hurry and bustle and anxiety which now pervades
Wall Street were totally unknown. Groups were constantly in and about the
Exchange conversing upon trivial matters; the marry, hearty laugh was heard
time and again through the day, expressing admiration of harmless jokes
uttered hy persons at the time enjoying the hospitality of Charley King’s
lunch; while the clerks, less able to pay, made merry at Billy Niblo’s,
or Clark and Brown’s, where for a six-pence they commanded a plentiful
dish of Fulton Market beef, and trimmings to match; and, if extravagantly
inclined, they would pay another sixpence for a cup of coffee and a kruller,
to make the equal of which has ceased to be possible outside of the “kitchen-houses”
belonging to our old population.
The Exchange had a narrow front on the street, and ran through to
Garden. The entrance to the basement was under a circular opening, which
was made of the arch which supported the steps that led up to the rotunda.
The post-office was established in the rear eastern half of the basement,
where it had ample room and much to spare. Two delivery windows were established,
and three thousand boxes for the accommodation of the merchants; and so
seemingly enormous had now become the business that twenty-two clerks were
employed, and twenty-two letter-carriers, whose routes now reached up as
high as Houston and Ninth, now Fourth Street. Now for the first time was
found a demand for the assignment of a clerk wholly to a special duty, and
“little Sam Gouverneur” was appointed to the exclusive care of the money
department, and dignified with the title of “cashier.”
To facilitate the arrival and departure of the mails, and give light
to that part of the basement occupied by the post-office, what is now
known as Hanover Street (which had, thirty years previously, been used
by foot passengers as a short-cut to Hanover Square) was cleared out and
made a street, and a small court on this side of the Exchange conveniently
opened itself for the accommodation of the wagons and other vehicles employed
by the post-office.
General Bailey, who had been an acceptable and honored postmaster
almost a quarter of a century, full of years and honors, on the 4th of September,
1828, passed away. The veterans of the Revolution, as they now began to
be called, State and city soldiery, the various civic societies, and representatives
of the army and navy, vied with each other in paying to his memory every
possible respect. General Jackson, in compliment to ex-President Monroe,
who was then living, appointed his son-in-law, Samuel L. Gouverneur, to succeed
General Bailey. With this event the old-times history of the post-office
of New York may be said to have passed away.
The business of the post-office steadily increased, nd the public
grew more and more satisfied with its location in the Exchange. The newspaper
press centred in its vicinity; and even the sad summer of cholera (1832)
did not altogether destroy a certain air of vitality, that maintained itself
in spite of the most unhappy surroundings.
On Wednesday night, December 16, 1835, a fire hroke out in a building
in the rear of the Exchange, and in fifteen hours destroyed an area of
fifty acres of the most valuable business part of the city. In this dreadful
calamity the Merchants Exchange, after resisting the surrounding fire for
seine time, was involved in the general destruction; and the post-office,
of which the people were so proud, no longer existed. Through the almost
superhuman energy of the clerks — for no volunteers could be obtained
to help them — all the mad matter and most of the furniture were saved. This
result was largely due to the fact that the fire made at first slow progress
in penetrating the brick walls, but more especially to the plentiful supply
of mail-bags at hand, which were filled and instantly removed, by United
States soldiers from Governor’s Island, to what was then the new Custom—house,
now the Sub—treasury, corner of Wall and Nassau streets. Jimmy Mower, who
had charge of the newspaper department, was exceedingly disgusted when he
subsequently discovered that the oil-cans and inkstands were promiscuously
mixed up with his printed documents.
On the morning of the 18th of December, a day after its destruction
in the Exechange, the post-office was extemporized in two brick stores
in Pine, near Nassau Street. The destruction of such an enormous number
of buildings made it impossible, even if economy was no object on the part
of the government, to obtain a suitable building in the vicinity of the
burned district. In this strait the city authorities offered the Rotunda in
the City Hall Park, erected in the year 1818 by Vanderlyn, the artist, for
a studio and the exhibition of panoramic pictures. When it was understood
the government proposed to accept the Rotunda, busy as the merchants were
in re-establishing themselves and counting up their losses, they found time
to get up very demonstrative indignation meetings and protests against locating
a post-office so far up town.
The post-office was, however, installed in the Rotunda, and the commercial
pressure of 1837, which followed the great fire, diverted the puhlic mind
from the location of the post-office. Illustrative of the pecuniary disaster
of the period maybe mentioned that, in the “collapse,’ many of the merchants
of the day owed the letter-carriers various sums, ranging from fifty to one
hundred and fifty dollars, much of which money was never paid, the debtors
being irretrievably ruined. This year the mail time between New York and
New Orleans was reduced to six days and six hours. But the people, nevertheless,
were impatient for more rapid communication, for we find in a Chicago paper
of the time this notice:
“HIGHLY IMPORTANT. — By a foot passenger from the South we learn
that the long-expected mail may be looked for in a week.”
Fortunately for the interests of commerce and the unity of the country,
rapid transit of news, cheap postage, and facilities for traveling were
approaching consummation in the erection of railroad lines, with which private
enterprise was threading every section of the country. One triumph announced
seemed only to create a demand for another, and when Amos Kendall carried
out the idea of connecting the non-continuous lines of railways by pony
expresses, there was added a new value to the post-office of New York.
It began to assume its present
central importance, and the promise of its brilliant future was almost
realized, when the firing of guns from our national forts and vessels, with
the ringing of bells, and cheers of thousands of exultant men, all joined
in welcoming the first appearance of steam merchautmen in our harbor — the
ever-to-be-remembered Sirius and Great Western.
The event which revolutionized the commerce and business enterprise
of the world seemed to be most thoroughly appreciated; for, besides the
incidents of welcome we have alluded to, crowds of curious spectators surged
day by day at the foot of Clinton Street, where the vessels were at anchor,
to admire and wonder; and even long journeys were taken from distant cities
to behold the daring innovators. “Daddy Rice,” the father of negro minstrelsy,
then reigned supreme at the Bowery Theatre, and called forth his greatest
shouts of applause when, as Jim Crow, he sang:
“And while they were discussing,
And making mighty talk,
The steamboat Greet Western
Came to New York:
So turn about, and wheel about,” etc.
The inconvenience of having the post-office so far from the centre
of business was still complained of, and, to quiet dissatisfaction as far
as possible, a letter delivery was established in the new Merchants’ Exchange,
where the Custom-house is now located, and placed in charge of Jemison
Cox, an alderman and ex-chief-engineer. For letters two cents, for papers
one cent, extra, was charged, which sums were paid without complaint by the
merchants, and the amount thus collected paid the letter-carriers’ charges.
In the year 1836 Mr. Gonverneur had been removed, and James Page,
Esq., postmaster of Philadelphia, commissioned to take charge, which supervision
was maintained for six weeks, when Jonathan J. Coddington was commissioned
postmaster. When the latter assumed the duties of his position the post-office
was in the Rotunda building and in the house of a hook-and-ladder company
adjoining, and a “hose-house on the opposite side of the way.” Nothing
could have been more inconvenient, contrary to good discipline, and injurious
to expeditious business operations. To remedy these evils Mr. Coddington
built a handsome extension facing toward Wall Street. With this important
addition, and other improvements, he brought the entire business (now constantly
increasing) under one roof. The mails were received in Chambers Street,
the box delivery was on Centre Street, while the interior of the Rotunda
was devoted to the general delivery.
The location of the post-office in the Rotunda seemed to be unsatisfactory
to citizens living in every part of the city. An application was therefore
made for the establishment of a branch post-office for the receipt and
delivery of the mails in the upper part of the city. The reply was that
such an office could only be a branch of the one already existing, and that
no compensation could be allowed for services beyond the two cents per letter
paid the carriers. It was also doubted if the extent of New York demanded
such an addition to its postal facilities. The proposition was also submitted
to Mr. Coddington, and was opposed by him and his clerks. The subject was
finally referred to the Chamber of Commerce, which recommended that there
be established a subpost-office for the reception of letters at Chatham
Square, but not any place for the delivery of letters other than the existing
arrangements at the post-office and by the penny post. Such was the origin
of the Chatham Square post-office, which maintained its popularity and usefulness
until its occupation was destroyed by the present iron boxes now so familiar
on the street corners.
So much esteemed was Mr. Coddington by the officials at Washington
that the Postmaster-General, under General Harrison’s administration, informed
him that, though a political opponent of the administration, he might
retain his position. One week after this notice President Harrison died,
and his successor, John Tyler, promptly requested Mr. Coddington to renew
his bonds. On this hint, after some hesitation, he did as requested, and
forwarded them to Washington in June. The reply was promptly returned, in
the form of a commission creating “John Lorimer Graham postmaster of New
York, in place of Jonathan Coddington removed.”
Mr. Coddington is still remembered among the old clerks of the post-office,
and the old merchants of the city, as one of the best of officers. He
tried to learn the details of his position, and took pride in making every
improvement that would render his department efficient. He was a man of
great personal independence, and though a decided politician, he would
not allow his bias that way to affect his official conduct. On one occasion
a committee of ward politicians called upon him, and stated, through their
chairman, that he had been assessed fifty dollars for partisan purposes.
Mr. Coddington heard the proposition with patience, and then rising from
his seat, said:
“I refuse to pay any such assessment as this you speak of. I’d have
you understand that I am postmaster of New York city, and not postmaster
of a ward committee.”
The pressure to get the post-office “down town” still continued,
and advantage was taken of the fact that the “Middle Dutch Church” was for
sale to procure it for a post-office. There was nothing in the world so
unsuited as the building for such a purpose; but the location was desirable,
and the merchants went to work to press the matter upon the government.
The property was offered for $350,000, but the Postmaster-General decided
not to give more than $300,000. Lest the purchase might not be consummated,
the merchants in a few hours raised by voluntary contributions the additional
$50,000, and the old church was secured for secular purposes.
The extravagance and folly of the federal government in buying property
erected for a church, and attempting to alter it to accommodate a post-office,
or in leasing any kind of private property and fitting it up for public
service, finds an illustration, hut not an exceptionable one, in this “high
old Dutch Church post-office of New York city.” It may not be out of place
to mention to the general reader that this old church was dedicated, in
1732, as a house of Christian worship. Until the close of the century its
services were carried on in the “Holland language ;“ after that it was alternated
with the English language. In the year 1776 the British tore out its pews,
and (with the adjoining building, the old sugar-house) used it as a prison
for American patriots, taken and treated as rebels. When no longer needed
for this purpose, it served in rainy weather as a school-house for cavalry.
When the British evacuated New York the congregation again took possession,
removed the pulpit and altar from the eastern side to the northern end, and
erected the heavy formidable galleries, destined eventually to become so
conspicuous in the economy of the post-office.
Perhaps no building could be invented more unsuited for the purposes
to which it has been appropriated. John Lorimer Graham, who had the responsible
and difficult task of making it available, commenced hy expending on the
attempt what was then the large sum of $80,000.
He then issued a printed circular, surmounted by a picture of the
old church, dated New York, January —, 1845, which read:
“The postmaster has great pleasure in announcing to his fellow-citizens
that the new post-office build lug (112 years old), in Nassau Street,
will he ready for occupation in a few days, and respectfully invites etc.,
etc., to view the interior arrangements of the establishment,
It was a grand time when the citizens crowded into this old church
to look for the post-office. The eighty thousand dollars had made no material
change; to he sure, the altar railing was gone, but the pulpit and its
ornanientation remained; and the galleries, left intact, resembled great
overhanging amphitheatres, from which to witness a gladiatorial display.
But the post-office was finally installed, and then commenced that era in
its business history that has made it a sort of visible standard, or gauge,
of the mighty growth of old Manabatta toward the honor of being one of the
mightiest of metropolitan cities.
The inconvenience, the necessarily miserable arrangements, the total
unfitness of the place — inherently so by the original design of the building
— has been a source of constant discomfort and annoyance, and made the
labors of the clerks, and the supervision of the executive officers, onerous
to the last degree. During the first year of the occupation the space immediately
around the building as still covered with the tablets of what should have
been the truly honored dead; for there lay the representatives of large
part of our ancient and best population. The vaults under the church and
the vaults around the church gave np their dead when the profane feet of
the busy multitude pressed forward toward the church, not for prayer, but
from absorbing interest in the living, active, bustling world. For a long
year the spectacle was presented of coffins and mail-bags, of carts and extemporized
hearses, jostling each other while engaged in their allotted work; but at
last this incongruous mingling of the dead population and the living ended;
but the forbidding look of that old castellated church remained.
The tower, bonntifully made of stone, continued, and still continues,
to look down sullenly on the bustle beneath, while the strong walls of
the church, inside, announcing, in Dutch, that “My house shall be called
a house of prayer,” and the rough plastered walls, outside, speaking of
the wasting storms of nearly a hundred and fifty years, repudiate all harmonious
minglings and sympathies with the secular business of distributing the mails.
But the place is not without its living defenders of old traditionary
possession. The mynheers are gone; the Knickerbockers know the place no
more; but the rats, descendants of the original stock, keep high revel still,
and continue to dispute possession with Uncle Sam and his salaried cohorts.
And they, the rats, have had a queer history — these old Low-Dutch-Church-post-office
rats.
For many years they lived a hard life, suffering starvation and dyspepsia
under the preaching of Dominie Bogardus; but when the old sugar-house was
erected adjoining the church, they felt that their trials and tribulations
had brought them great reward, for the sweets of the Indies were at their
disposal, and they reveled, until, in an evil hour, the sugar-house and
church were filled with sad men, who starved and suffered and perished under
a prison discipline that made the bodies of its victims not even passable
fare for famished rats.
Then came the jolly times when the church was turned into a stable,
and oats and hay and profanity were abundant; again another change, and
the old-fashioned times returned, and the rats went into mortifications
and fastings as a punishment for the good fare of the past. And tribulation
was not soon to end; for, to their discomfort, the sugar-house, even as
a place to hide their sorrows, disappeared, and the old church itself was
finally consigned to the evil doings of the post-office.
Under this new administration even the dead bodies in the vaults
underneath the church were carted away, and nothing, for the time being,
was left to prey upon but the poorly paid post-office clerks. But this resource,
together with brown soap, the paste-pots, bits of apples, and the lunches
of the night watchmen, left matters even worse than the most solemn times,
when they heard sermons without any refreshments six hours long. But relief
was to come to these historically interesting and brave old rats.
The Agricultural Bureau at Washington commenced an annual distribution
of “choice seeds” through the mail, and good times dawned again for these
old Dutch-Church rats. Once possessed of the secret of the rich contents
of the plethoric mail-bags, the rats soon became such experts that they
could smell a paper of marrowfat peas buried in newspaper walls as solid
as an iron safe. In the pursuit of an honest living they have sharpened up
their teeth until they can bore through a pile of compressed mail matter
with the precision of an auger. They revel in cutting into leather pouches,
laughing at the tough exterior, and treating the “patent, compound, burglar
- proof padlocks’ with infivmite sscorn. It is asserted by some of the old
clerks, who have been hiddgn away for a quarter of a century in the damp
vaults of the church until they are as gray and as sharp as the rats, that
these rodentia read the agricultural papers; and the annual announcement
in the Tribune of the distribution of seeds is celebrated in the lower vaults
by a grand ‘‘rat—ification.”
>From this era onward the New York post-office becomes of too
much magnitude to permit individuals to figure prominently in its history.
Its leading characteristic, from the time it was established in Nassau Street,
has been a constant increase of business. Robert H. Morris, W. V. Brady,
Isaac V. Fowler, John A. Dix, Wilhiam B. Taylor, succeeded each other as
postmasters without any marked change in the routine except the employment
of additional clerks. Abraham Wakeman accomplished a long-desired reform
by abolishing the independent offices of Washington Heights, Bloomingdale,
Manhattanville, and Yorkville, making the whole island one postal district.
The names of James Kelly and P. H. Jones bring the succession down to our
day.
The hard - working employes, who have carried on the department with
such marked success that they have made its leading features the rapidity
and correctness with which the mail matter is received and distributed,
seldom appear above the surface. There are a few whose efficiency, knowledge
of details, and unvarying faithfulness have secured them against the unhappy
law of removals, which is especially an evil in the post-office. Among
these “permanents” we must mention Colonel John Dodd, regularly in service
for fifty-four years, and now the oldest clerk in the department. Fifty years
ago it was his business to carry the Southern mail on his shoulder down to
the Cortlandt Street landing, transport it by skiff to Paulus Hook (Jersey
City), and receive the Southern mail in let in. The change ma be vaguely
realized when we consider that it takes four stout horses each day to draw
the same mail to the “Washington train.” In spite of the infirmities of advancing
years, at eighty the colonel was faithfully at his post in the letter-delivery
department. A year or more ago his desk and its business, when he was absent
from duty, were moved up stairs. The old colonel, after this change, went
to his accustomed place, and found it occupied by another; where there had
heen letters were piles of newspaper packages — all was changed. He was shown
where was in future to he his desk, but he objected, and wanted to he put
on duty in his old location; the spot and its surroundings had become necessary
for his happiness. This, of course, was impossible, and he has never recovered
from the disappointment. In the month of, June, 1869, when the foundations
of the new post-office were laid in the Park, he was a prominent actor. When
all had been concluded the old government officer observed, “Now let me live
to see this building completed, and I will die content.”
The windows of the post-office for the distrihution of letters and
the selling of stamps, “in sums less than one dollar,” are interesting places
to study the cosmopolitan character of our busy population. It is not uncommon
to witness people of every nationality “in line,” waiting for their turn
to inquire for correspondence. The ladies’ window is especially a centre
of observation; and the appearance of the sex dressed in gay colors and wreathed
in smiles lightens lip the otherwise care-worn, pell-mell, rushing, and
sombre-looking crowd. Here the “young lady of the period” contrasts with
the old crone whose undutiful son is “off at sea.” The widow in her weeds
throws sly glances at the dashing clerk; her hopefulness of the future contrasting
strongly with the face of the suffering wife, who, sad and discontented, turns
abrupt1y away because her absent spouse “had failed to write.”
During the rebellion the post-office clerks, by virtue of their duties,
were often made unwilling participants in many sad scenes and associations.
There was a terrible significance in the hymn or prayer book returned
“from the front,” often saturated with blood or marred by the bullet.
Then there were the packets of unclaimed letters, dictated by loving,
patriotic hearts, returned to the mother, wife, or sweetheart of the soldier,
hearing the formal but terrible indorsement of the adjutant of the regiment,
of “William Brown, killed in battle.” It was often almost like stabbing
the recipients to the heart to hand them such a fatal gift, and the look
of unutterable anguish that sometimes followed haunted the day musings and
midnight dreams of the sympathizing official. But there sometimes, nay, often,
came a letter that conveved to wife and family a respite to agonizing suspense,
and then the old post-office was for the moment bright, and the dangers of
war for an instant were forgotten. Lessons of human nature are taught at
the delivery window of a post-office in the classified peculiarities of
the universal patrons of the “republic of letters,” among which are developed
the common facts, that “clergymen, as a class, and women, universally,
are the most difficult to please ;“ certainly they seem to complain the
most.
Romantic incidents are not unusual in the history of specific mails.
When the Japanese empire was opened to the outside world, the first mail
from that legendary country was sent to New York in a sailing vessel via
San Francisco, Panama, and Aspinwall. By a coincidence a mail from China
via England arrived at the post-office simultaneously, and the written ideas
and wishes of these two Oriental nations for the moment reposed side by side.
In their route of destination they separated, and made the circuit of the
world, to meet again in our great Western city of “mushroom barbarians.”
But speculation is brief in the post-office when work is to be done; the
words, “Who separates ?“ are heard, the “travelers” are “broken up,” and
piecemeal sent to their various destinations.
Some years since a steamer running between Liverpool and Quebec was
involved in a terrible storm that swept over the mouth of the St. Lawrence.
The stanch ship was lost, and all living creatures on board perished.
Two months afterward the divers, among other things, recovered from the
wreck the New York city mail, and it was promptly forwarded to its place
of destination. When opened the contents were found comparatively safe;
the letters were carefully dried and duly distributed; and these frail,
delicate, paper memorials of thought remained intact, while the iron-ribbed
ship and the brave men who commanded her still repose in their ocean grave.
No service in any department of the federal government is more exacting
in hours of labor and hard work than the post-office, and no government
service has more enthusiastic and faithful officers. On a recent occasion
a ward politician was appointed to a place in the post-office. He was set
to work “killing postage stamps” — that is, defacing the stamp on mailed
letters. He worked away from 8 o’clock A.M. until noon, then deliberately
quit his table, went up to the postmaster, and drawled out, “Look here, gineral,
I wanted an app’intment, not hard work; and ef this is the best thing you
can do for me, I’ll quit.” And the “wielder of powerfel political influence”
quit, and departed to the more genial quarters of a drinking saloon up town.
The pay of the post-office clerk is exceedingly small, and, however
earnest he may be as a partisan, the political tax annually levied is
by no means a bright spot in his hard fortunes. We have mentioned how
Mr. Coddington treated this custom; another example may not be out of place.
When General Dix was post-master he was approached on the subject of allowing
a subscription to be taken among the clerks for party purposes. He appeared
to promptly coincide with the idea, making only one condition — that it
should he taken up in his own way. He accordingly took a small blank book
and wrote the following:
“This book will be handed to you by Mr. —, who is authorized to collect
moneys of the clerks for political purposes; but I wish each clerk distinctly
to understand that giving funds for such a purpose is at his own option.
Those who give will not be helped by it, and those who refuse will not be
injured.”
Possibly it is necessary for us to state that while the clerks saved
their money, and the party wasn’t injured, the “grand central committee”
was deprived of nothing more nor less than the means of indulging in a
Champagne supper.
A post-office clerk, under the most favorable circumstances, has
a delicate and responsible position to hold, for he is constantly subjected
to suspicion. Money letters can be robbed before they reach the office,
and can be robbed before they reach their owners after they leave the office.
One day a person called on the postmaster with a letter written by a lady
of great respectability, in which it was stated that “inclosed you will
find ten dollars in liquidation of your bill against me.” But.the letter
had apparently been opened, and the remains only of the edges of the remittance,
sticking to some paste, were left behind. The bill, save the remains of
the slight mutilation alluded to, was gone. By examining the fragment still
adhering to the paste the word one, one, one, oft repeated, presented itself.
Thus this base attempt to swindle an honest creditor and defame the credit
of the post-office was exposed.
People who come to the post-office and make complaints of being robbed,
when they discover that they were mistaken never call and make reparation,
or relieve the department of the charge made against its employes. A merchant,
mutch excited, complained that a letter sent to him “by a most responsible
house,” containing $500, had not been received. This charge was fortified
by showing a letter from the postmaster who mailed the missing letter,
certifying that it was forwarded, and contained the $500. Detectives were
at once set to work to unravel the iniquity, but all efforts proved unavailing.
Finally the post-office authorities, after weeks of hard work, called on
the complaining merchant and asked if he had heard any thing about the missing
money. “Oh,” replied the gentlemnan, with great vivacity, “that’s all right;
by mistake that letter was thrown into the safe, and remained unopened nearly
four weeks. Funny, wasn’t it ?“ Not even an apology was made for charging
the post-office with purloining the money, or for giving its officers so
much unnecessary trouble.
Charges of dishonesty against the post-office are made where nobody
but “extraordinary circumstances” are to blame. A letter containing two
$1000 bills in it was delivered by the carrier, who, according to custom
(ignorant of its contents, of course), at the house of its owner, shoved
it into the hallway, under the door. The letter was missing. Complaint was
made at the post-office; evidence was produced that the money had been forwarded.
The detectives were set to work to trace out the robbery. The poor carrier,
and the clerks in the office who handled the letter, were placed under surveillance.
The clerks where the letter was mailed were “shadowed.” Every dollar they
expended after the probable robbery was secretly inquired into, to see if
any of them had been at any given time, after the letter was lost, unusually
“flush;” but all signs failed. After a long time the floor covering of the
hall was taken up, and there was the letter, “safe and sound :“ the unfortunate
carrier had thrust it under, instead of over, the oil-cloth.
The misdirection of letters is the cause of serious charges against
the post-office. A letter containing $700 was mailed from Albany to New
York. It was sent from a well-known person, and the package which was supposed
to contain the letter, made up in Albany, was not opened until it reached
New York. Both ends of the line were under suspicion. It was stated that
the letter was addressed Mr. _ _ Broadway, New York. After a long search
it was found that the letter had never left Albany at all, being directed
by mistake Mr. _ _ ,Broadway, Albany, and the faithful clerks had thrown
it into their own city delivery box instead of forwarding it to New York.
The confusion in the mind of the writer of the letter grew out of the fact
that there is a Broadway in both cities, and from force of habit he wrote
the wrong address.
Miserable chirography is one of the most prolific causes of post-office
inefficiency. It is safe to say that unmistakenly written directions would
remove nine-tenths of the complaints. What is a nonplused clerk to do
with letters addressed to “Mahara Seney,” “Old Cort,” or “Cow House,”
when Morrisania, Olcott, and Cohoes were really intended?
One day, possibly four years ago, Mr. Kelly was sitting in his private
office opening his personal letters, and enjoying the delusion that every
thing was working satisfactorily, when, to his surprise, he found one
letter from Washington calling his especial attention to the “inclosed
editorial,” cut from the Tribuae, in which the carelessness of his clerks,
and the generally unsatisfactory manner with which he carried on his business,
were dilated upon, ending with the startling announcement that, under the
present management of the department, it took four days to get a letter
from New York to Chappaqua, distance about thirty miles, and made literally
no distance by a fast railway! Consternation ensued, and Mr. Kelly, to commence
examination into these serious charges, sent a special agent to Chappaqua
for he envelope of said delayed letter. At the place named the official
fortunately not only found what he went after (the envelope), but also Mr.
Greeley and “Miles O’Reilly.” After due explanations the envelope was handed
to Miles O’Reilly, with the query of what he thought was the meaning of
the superscription.
“Why,” said that genial wit, who had once been a deputy postmaster,
“the devil himself couldn't make it out.”
The envelope was then brought to the attention of the berated clerks,
who looked at it with glazed eyes, the hieroglyphics suggesting somewhat
the same intellectual speculation that would result from studying the foot-prints
of a gigantic spider that had, after wading knee-deep in ink, retreated
hastily across the paper.
At the post-office, when they distribute letters, those on which
the direction is not instantly made out, to save time, are thrown in a pile
for especial examination; if a second and more careful study fails, they
are consigned to an especial clerk, who is denominated the chief of the
bureau of “hards.” To this important functionary the envelope of Chappaqua
was at last referred. lie examined it a moment, and his eye flashed with
the expression of recognizing an old acquaintance. “This thing,” said he,
holding up the envelope with the tip ends of his fingers, “came to me some
days ago along with the other ‘hards.’ I studied the superscription at
my leisure a whole day, but couldn’t make it out. I then showed it to the
best experts in handwriting attached to the office, and called on outsiders
to test their skill; but what the writing meant, if it was writing, was
a conundrum that we all gave up. Finally, in desperation, it was suggested,
as a last resort, to send it to Chappaqua,” which happened to be its place
of destination. Such is the literal history of the reason of an earnestly
written denunciation of the inefficiency of the city post.
We have traced the growth of the post-office of New York from the
time when it found but partial employment for one postmaster and a single
assistant to the present, and what a change! Language fails to give an idea;
statistics pall on the ear in unmeaning sounds, and only confuse the mind.
A few random illustrations must therefore suffice.
The discipline and efficiency of the city post is shown in the reminiscence
that, twenty years ago, before there was a postal treaty with England,
people in that country, according to their caprice, indorsed on the outside
of their letters by what line of steamers they desired them to be sent.
By some accident neither of the two composing the American line crossed
from England in six months! The consequeuce was an extraordinary accumulation
of letters indorsed “by American steamer;” and when the Washingtonn did
reach this port, having “broken her shaft, and heen frozen up in the harbor
of Bremen,” she had a six months’ mail on board. This enormous collection
of letters was taken to the post-office, and the clerks, without neglecting
their daily routine duties and working “overtime,” distributed this accumulation
in ten days! The same number of letters, without interfering with the daily
business of the office, would now be distributed in one hour!
Large publishing houses and newspaper establishments afford great
assistance to the post-office by making up their own mails according to
printed lists and instructions furnished by the Post-office Department. If
this were not the case, the facilities afforded would not be adequate to
perform the required service. To illustrate: If it were not advantageous
to publishers to aid in the prompt circulation of their papers and magazines,
and they should send their daily distribution to the post-office in one indiscriminate
mass, that institution would be literally “avalanched ;“ floors, desks,
clerks, and every available place for storage would be buried under one
vast pile of accumulated mail matter.
Instead of there being as formerly only a few straggling letters,
two hundred and fifty thousand postage stamps are, on an average, daily
canceled, and that is a representation of the number of domestic letters
delivered at the post-office every twenty-four hours.
It costs the government sixty thousand dollars annually for cartage
to haul this vast amount of mail matter to the stations and railway lines.
One comparative statement more. The city of New York is divided into
twelve postal stations, each one having its distinct officer and clerks.
Station A, situated in the heart of New York, does a larger business than
either of the cities of Buffalo, New Haven, Hartford, Hudson, or Troy.
Such is the epitomized history, illustrated by the post-office, of
the growth and prosperity of the city of New York.
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