There are suburban neighborhoods of New York which are said to be
subject to malaria, to fever and ague. It is false, as every denizen
of Bay Ridge and Flushing knows. There are others which are alleged to
be a prey to mosquitoes and chills. 'Tis a base fabrication, as every
Staten Islander and dweller by the Newark marshes is ready to swear.
It is notorious, and is established upon the very best authority,
namely, that of the inhabitants of the districts themselves, that no
shores are so salubrious as those of the bay of New York. Strict
justice, indeed, demands--and to nothing so much as strict justice and
truthfulness in these matters are the peaceful people of those shores
devoted--strict justice and truth demand that it should not be denied
that single, exceptional, but upon the whole sufficiently well
attested cases of malarial trouble have been known. But they were
always brought from abroad, probably from that losel Yankee-land from
which most of the woe of New York has proceeded. While, therefore, it
is a wanton calumny--and the corroboration of all suburban
property-holders is invited to the statement--to assert that any
portion of the neighborhood of New York, or of any other great city,
let it be Philadelphia, Chicago, or St. Louis, Boston, Baltimore, or
Savannah, is subject to malaria, or is otherwise than the true
sanitarium of the continent, yet it must be owned with sorrow that
every suburban region is infested with the spirit of improvement.

Edwin and Angelina were married yesterday, and will devote their
honey-moon to the quest of a place in which to build their permanent
nest. They find it at last in the most delightful of suburban
neighborhoods. They build the pretty cottage. They spread out smooth
green lawns, and plant trees and shrubs, and hide themselves in
flowers. They have made a sweet sylvan seclusion, in which they sit