Sunday Concert: 4th

“An immense quadrangular building, capable of accommodating about 15,000 persons, has been erected at the foot of Sixty-sixth street, East River, and is known as Jones’ Wood Colosseum. It is intended as a place of amusement during the summer months, and for location, arrangement and management promises to become very popular. Downing’s Ninth regiment band of fifty pieces has been engaged, and yesterday the fourth concert of the season took place. Yesterday, in fact, might be considered as the opening day. Many improvements were in process of completion, and during the past few days the establishment assumed a regular and collected appearance. There were probably 5,000 persons present at the concert yesterday afternoon and evening. The weather was delicious for outdoor amusements. A vigorous breeze from the East River fanned the visitors. The Ninth regiment band played some choice selections from ‘Der Freischütz,’ ‘Fra Diavolo,’ ‘Il Trovatore,’ ‘Ernani’ and other popular operas. Seated around the numerous tables, quaffing lager, wine and other exhilarating beverages, were hundreds of gentlemen, accompanied by well-dressed ladies; in fact, the attendance was highly respectable, while order, good feeling and genuine social enjoyment pervaded every circle.

The ladies predominated among the visitors. Two reasons may be assigned for this—the attractions of music and health-invigorating atmosphere, and the fact that the fair creatures are admitted free to the grounds, while each lord of creation is compelled to hand over his quarter of a dollar; but on the 5^th and 6^th of July no exception will be made as to the payment, all being admitted free, and on that occasion a grand musical festival will be given. Our German fellow-citizens, with wives and little ones, are ever found to liberally patronize all places where good music is furnished, and yesterday was no exception. One-half of the visitors at least might be ranked as belonging to that nationality. The Celtic element was also out in force, one enthusiastic gentleman of that persuasion making emphatic objection to the exhibition of the British flag, which fluttered in the breeze from one of the balconies in connection with several others waving in profusion and representing almost every nationality on the face of the earth. It is needless to add that the gentleman was seen a short time previous in close consultation with a big bottle on which was inscribed the legend ‘Veuve Cliquot.’"