Sept. 7th, 1874.
Editor Constitution–Sir: I am temporarily a resident of your beautiful city, and, consequently, unacquainted with its practices or regulations. I was, however, this morning surprised to see a man driving a horse at his greatest speed continually up and down your Main street. I tried to cross the street several times, but being advanced in years, and on each attempt finding this man coming at full speed directly towards me, I desisted. I had hoped I might see a policeman and get him to escort me over, or compel the horseman to find another course, but none were visible. On returning to my hotel, I was told the driver was a physician, whose specialty is the setting of broken limbs. A lady friend tells me also that he “goes for” his patients in this manner in your thoroughfares, and thus enjoys a large practice. Of course these statements may not be correct, but I have just read of your chief of police persuading a man to be quiet after the man had drawn a knife on an unoffending citizen and am thus prepared naturally to hear and see “queer things,” and yet if these practices are so, what earthly use have you for a mayor or police, which I am told you really do enjoy?
An Old Lady.