White Fawn

“NIBLO’S GARDEN.—How many people on a favorable night would be attracted to the fascinating accessories of legs and arms and handsome forms of the spectacle known as the ‘White Fawn,’ alias the ‘Black Crook,’ if there were room enough in the house for all comers cannot be told; but when the house if filled to overflowing from night to night all the year round, without the slightest regard to the weather, we may hazard the presumption that a gala night of this taking spectacle, with space enough, would draw an assemblage of a hundred thousand Christians, though, perhaps not of the highest order of sanctity in the Church. As for the plot of this string of dances, processions and tableaux, it is of the same invisible gossamer as the plot of the top-spinning and tub-balancing feats of the Japanese troupe of the lamented Hah-yah-tah-kee, who died from a cold caught in the Catacombs. As for the moral of this exhibition, it is simply this, that if you hit the public fancy you may laugh at the parson; that if you build your speculation with taste and splendor upon the capital stock of a house full of pretty women for the public amusement, the enterprise will succeed while grass grows and water flows. As for the execution of the various parts in this performance they are perfectly satisfactory to the spectator, and still, like little Oliver, he is disposed to ask for more. As Sam Slick would say, ‘There is a great deal of human nature in mankind after all, for eve the church that has the prettiest gals draws the most worshippers.’”