s of residence seems to afford a
supposition that they live nearer head-quarters, and are,
therefore, most likely to receive information by the shortest
routes.

By the time he arrived at the spot where the great astrologist
condescended to abide, he had, by this course of reasoning,
convinced himself that he ought to place implicit confidence in
any revelations of the future made by the mysterious woman who
advertised herself and her calling, daily in the papers as
follows:

"MADAME CARZO, the gifted Brazilian Astrologist, tells
the fate of every person who visits her with wonderful
accuracy, about love, marriage, business, property,
losses, things stolen, luck in lotteries, absent
friends, at No. 151 Bowery, corner of Broome."

The South American lady had located her mysterious self in a
fragrant spot.

The corner of Bowery and Broome Street and vicinity seems to have
some kind of a constitutional disorder, and it relieves itself by
a cutaneous eruption of low rum shops and pustulous beer saloons,
which always look as if they ought to be squeezed and rubbed with
ointment of red lead. To an observing person it appears as if the
city wanted to scratch itself in that particular part to relieve
the local irritation, and then ought, for the sake of its general
health, to take a large dose of brimstone immediately afterward.
The liquors sold at these places are those pure and healthful
beverages, "warranted to kill at forty rods," and are the very
drinks with which a convivial, but revengeful man, would wish to
regale his friend against whom he held a secret grudge. Why
Madame Carzo had chosen this particular locality, does not
appear; perhaps because the liquor was cheap and the rent low.
Certain it is that there she sat, at a window overlooking the
Bowery, in full view of all the pedestrians in the street and the
passengers in the 4th Avenue Railroad.

Madame Carzo was, doubtless, deeply attached to her old Brazilian
home, and loved to surround herself with circumstances and things
that would constantly and vividly recall pleasant memories of her
southern country. Cherishing, probably, kindly and regretful
remembrances of the harmless reptiles of her own Brazilian
forests, she had taken up her abode in the very thick of the
Bowery bar-rooms, as the only things afforded by our frigid
climate, at all approaching in life-destroying malignity the
speedier venoms to which she had been accusto