From the Richmond Whig, 11/30/1866, p. 3, c. 1
CHURCH HILL. – This region, once the abode of solemn, sanctimonious, stuck-up and would be select retiracy, is beginning to be opened up to the outside barbarians. Bounded on the north by the headquarters (Temperance Hall so-called) of our beloved friends, No. 167, D. S. T. – on the south by the six-gun battery – on the east by Chimpanzeetown (erroneously called Chimborazo town), and on the west by Nineteenth street, which takes its name from the immortal Nineteenth regiment Virginia militia, or from its imitation of nineteenth century conceits and capers, we don’ know which – it contains (that is Church Hill does) churches enough to drive the devil from the whole city – pumps enough to satisfy the requirements of all its teetotalers and more – stray cows enough to set you mad with their bellowing and give you the cholera with their detested milk – preachers and doctors enough to teach the way of salvation and salivation to the whole county of Henrico – two apothecary shops at rival corners, with a church between them to keep the peace, and at which (that is the shops) you can get physic at an elevated price worthy of the exalted topography of the region. Some grocery shops, all in a row, and iron barred and bolted enough either to make secure the high prices within or to guard against the creatures called freedmen (under which the Bureau calls the other African sex). And then there is a barber’s shop armed with a pair of razors sharp enough to cut your throat, if vigorously applied, and a brush and lather pot commune omnium. But this is not all; the Hill, yielding to the world and the devil has given way to the flesh also, and lo and behold, at the corner of Twenty-eighth and Grace streets, one Craig, shining light of No. 167, D. S. T., undaunted by the grave admonitory light in front of him, has set himself up in the business of the flesh; in other words, he has opened a butcher’s stall where he promises to do as well for you as you can do in the First Market, of which said Mr. Craig was for many years a denizen. Really, Mr. Craig’s stall is a public convenience. It will save Church Hill people from much paddling through the puddle. Moreover, Mr. Craig has the repute of giving honest weight, which is a great thing in a butcher, and as to his prices and the quality of his meats we hear them highly spoken of; but we suppose the first is the usual rate and the latter his usual style. We will watch him, however, and report accordingly.