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The City of Pittsburgh (Harper's Magazine, December, 1880) - Page 68

publishers in this city one of the compositions named, "Old Folks at Home," "Willie, we have missed you," and the beautiful quartette, "Come where my love lies dreaming," seeming to have the most lasting hold upon the popular fancy. All these songs were born under practical Pittsburgh's canopy of smoke, and in the very heart of her roar and tumult.
Near the beautiful cemetery where lies the dead composer is noted the arched portals of the Allegheny Arsenal, flanked with flag-stones worn into hollows by the tread of succeeding generations of sentries. Within the low wall great Columbiads bask in pleasant sunshine, and pyramids of solid shot show their grim outlines among apple blossoms and neat flower beds. From these gates there issued in the month of December, 1860, a shipment of cannon in compliance with an order from the then Secretary of War, Floyd.

A few minutes' drive from the arsenal there looms up a great, many-windowed building at the edge of the Allegheny. This, during the civil war, was to the Union what the Tredegar Iron Works were to the Confederacy. The Fort Pitt Cannon Foundry—now no more as such—cast guns that spoke victory on Lake Erie in 1812, that a generation later thundered before the gates of Mexico, and furnished, during the civil war, two thousand cannon, from the twenty-inch Columbiad
to the six-pounder or field-piece. And to complete the grim list, these works cast 10,000,000 pounds of shot and shell between the years of 1861 and 1864.
The visitor who would most enjoy the City of Smoke must keep his eyes open. And if he uses well his eyes he will note a hundred objects of interest that are beyond the scope of this article even to consider: great cotton mills that are humming hives of whirling spindles; a firmament of lights flashing on the swift water of three rivers; great bridges of iron and wood thrown across these storied streams. Other streams there are whose currents and eddies are humanity. They are the streets of the city on some pleasant Saturday evening. An army of ten thousand men, whose individual earnings vary from five dollars to five hundred dollars per week, is abroad in the narrow gas-lit thoroughfare. They are seeking amusement, and, generally speaking, find it. In the concert saloon, the billiard hall, the bowling alley or drinking saloon, are found these workers in iron and steel and glass. They are supremely content, orderly, generally sober and thrifty. They form one of the sights of the city.
In fact, to the intelligent observer, Pittsburgh is a great kaleidoscope, showing new attractions at every turn. The place is a big, many-leaved volume of such scope that a tithe only of its contents can be given in these glances at some of its most salient features.
Saturday Evening at the Variety