Here, the saloon is chiefly a loafing place for the lazy and shiftless, but in New York, it's very different.

It's the poor man's club.

If you could see the dark, cold, foul-aired tenements where they live, and then the bright, warm, cheerful saloons, that are open to all, you would see that it isn't the drink that draws the men.

I even wish the women could come.

The bulk of the men are temperate, and only take a glass or two of beer or whisky, to pay for their welcome.