The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1848-10-11

| The PoETIcAL JoKE.-The poetry of joking,
! like the grass-plots at Windsor, being tieklish
/ ground to tread upon, we, without being ordered,
at once walk off; but the jokes of poetry form a
kind of play-yard where we may meet and have a
| game with the choice poetic spirits Of the age.
! Moore, Wordsworth and Rogers, are old boys OF
an old school, and fast declining into the yellow
! leaf; but Bum, who combines love, gentleness
and memory in one, is still in the ardor Of youth,
| and as green and luscious ever. Time may
see those three flowers bowed" but Bum, TO
adopt his style Of metaphor, will, like an artl-
fetal tulip, blossom forever. Bunn's Ballads
what dense fog Of poetic rapture what rush OF
! lovely images come crowding to our recollection
! but soft Mr. B. has kindly favored us with
ballad written expressly for this work, and which
now appears in print for the first time.
LOVES TIME OF DAY.
| In fOndest moments every hour,
My heart strikes one for thee,
Of which y GD R RaS sST the Feg
~ While on the strings of this fond heart
~ our taper hngen play,
What is loves time OF day.
Like cuckoo notes from cheap Dutch clocks
No striking tones can weave;
| In dueet accents sweety clear,
ask you then to say
In language hearts are prone 10 hear
What is loves time of day
| Comment on this would be ridiculous but we
requested to state that the heart-strngs fire.
! quently and eloquently alluded to by Mr.. Bum,
quantity be taken) of those gentlemen in White
chapel who import white mice, squirrels, Italian
Toys and hurdy-gurdys, and who are wholesale
makers of chOlerahnOrbus organs for the Million.
These heart-strings kept constantly stretched,
and will thrill at moments notice.
N Broken pledges repaired hollow hearts
hed on the premises by competent hands, and mar
bic halls furnished on the shortest notice fond mem
cries taken in exchange. Handbook Of Jokeing.
THE VEDDAHs oE CEyIoN Without any
other habation than the thick-set branches of the
nearest tree, the Veddah lives principally on wild
honey and raw deer flesh. In fact, nothing comes
amiss to its digestion and whetherit really is
human being not, is with many an open question
TO the present time although the fact of its con-
structing bows and arrows for the purpose of
slaughter, would argue in, favor of the former
suppOsition
The bow they make use of never exceeds eighteen
inches in length, while the arrow scarcely exceeds
foot, and with this diminutive weapon, which is
generally poisoned, they pick off a deer at full
gallop, sending in the shaft behind the shoulder,
and piercing the heart; but more generally, en-
sconced in their roOsting places, they await the
rival OF the unsuspectng victim to sleep or feed
just beneath them, and then quietly sending shaft
into vital part ARE stocked with venison for week.
Clothes of any description they abjure, in place
OF which both men and women are entirely cover
ed with pile, while the profse locks of both sexes,
reaching below the knees form complete shelter
| to them from rain or sun.
On what terms of intimacy and friendship they
stand with the next degenerated specimen in the
family of creation-the ourang-outang-it was
never my good fortune to discovers but often have
|, in some of my aunts in the Jungle, in search of
a dinner or pair Of tusks, come upon party of
half-a-dozen Veddahs, and sent them scamperifig
off in mortal dread of their lives, and ehattering
for all the world like so many apes,--Jauats IN the
Jungle