The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1848-07-03

Moprnfuly, slowly. the cypress old
Wayedits arms, the chill wind breasting
And covered it deep with the chufehyard mould.
AND prayed for the spirits resting.
! Moupfuly, slowly, the funeral train
Till Death in the village should breathe again
And another Pickering taper wane,
Midst the sound OF wall and weeping. y
MOumfully slowly moved along
And my faithles heart grew colder
As Thought that all of Lies mighty tlmong
Must melt away, like halt: breathed song,
Andin Earh's dark bosom moulder.
Hopefully, helpingy, beamed ray.
On my heart from the Throne Eternal
- The Earth but receives its earthly clay,
While the soul from its prison away %. Is.
To beauty and love supernal, "-NatjoRat Era.
-s%S--
Bill jenkins Troubles on the First Night of his
Marriage.
Bill Jenkins was very modest man and al
though he had mingled with the world at barhecues,
shooting matches, bar-roorns, and many Of the Ct
ceefa places where men may be occasionally found,
yet he was modest, very, when placed in the COM
pany Of ladies' He trembled when pretty girl
would speak to him, and felt like culprit at the
stand when he was called upon to see Miss So
and-so home" Bill could never explain or account
for this singular timidity. He could sing frolic,
and be as Wild as roe among men, but petticoat
would unnerve him Instantly.
Lucy Ann Liggons, young widow, had g set
her cap for 8illand was determined to head him
or die" Bill, to tell the truth, loved Lucy, and was
as miserable out of her company as he was tmid
in it; but as to popping the question" that was
impossible Lucy knit PURSES hemmed handker-
chiefs, worked shirt bosoms, and gave them to Jen-
kins, as well as several gold rings, but still Bill
"would not propose" Lucy declared to him re-
fbaf'e oh I.
when he was absent from her. and her happiness in
life depended upon her being his wife-but Bill was
dumb AT last Lucy was determined that lie should
hear thunder," and when he next visited her,
after some preliminary soft talk on her part, she
very aftectionately said, ''By, my dear, when are
you going to ask me to marry you for want to get
my dress ready" Bill tainted on the spot, and
hartshon and water were applied for half an hour
before he was finally restored.
What has been the matter, Miss Lucy Oh!
nothing much, you tainted when you were about to
ask me to marry you: but I told you yes-and oh,
how happy we will be when we are married |
will love you so dearly; and as you said next Tues
day, why am willing the wedding day should be
then. My dear Billy. how do love you
. | am willing, Miss Lucy" was all that Jenkins
dltllOel hlSeSu
fits What glorious victory
Here we ought to stop, but justice to our nara
tive requires that we should proceed TO the finale.
The next Tuesday" had come, and Jenkins was
trembling at the approach of evening-something
seemed to harrow upon his mind, and to no friend
even would he communicate his deep distress.
:" You are not afraid, certainly, TO go up to get
married-why, to marry such a beautiful, charming
and intelligent being as Mrs. Liggons, should wish
that time would fly like news upon the Electric
Telegraph line Cheer up, Jenkins, cheer W"
'.Oh, replied Bill, you don't know what dis
tresses me, lean 60 up and getmarred- is easy
enough, but there is something Il know it, | feel
it-there is one thing am satisfied never will be
able to do, unless Lucy will assist me. y
Explain yourself replied his friend, and i'll
can with propriety, will endeavQr to render you
comfortable"
But jenkins could not explain-he dared MOTT
was his timidity-he saw the Rubicon before him,
and he knew he could not pass il; but he was de-
temined to get married and trust to luck and Lucy.
Night came, and they were married. Ali were
merry; the laugh, the chat, the song and the dance,
made up a lively party until midnight They COM
menced to disperse, and at 2 O'Clock Bill Jenkins
was left solitary and alone in the hall Lucy
Ann had retired and her bridesmaids We're off in a
distant room. Bill Jenkins friends and walters had
gone home with the ladies. Bill was now at the
point where he thought his frmness would fail him.
His situation was peculiar one. He was not GER
tain which was Lucy AIMS room, although he had
peen9old and even had he known, he could not go
to it. The Waterman cried past o'clock, and Jen-
rusing an old almanac which, by chance, had been
lettin his coat pocket. An old female darkey, who
resided in the family, had been prevailed upon by
the ladies', whonoticed Jenkins bashfuness, toshow
him his bed ROOM and accordingly introduced her
self to him in as modest style as she well could.
g Mr.. Jenkins, said She, it's past o'clock"
Oh, yesL know it-f'm. going home in a few
minutes. Old woman, where is my hat!" It's in
Miss Lucys room, siryop can get it if you will go
in there. Mir. Jenkins, why don't you 90 to bed (!
Bliss Lucy IS there waiting for you don't be 50
modest, the ladies s'wil laugh al you. Come with
me and I'll show you the room, for want to put
utthe Lights, lock up the house, and go to bed
The Old woman seized hold Of jenkins and pulled
him along until She gotout Of the hail. and his gaze
was fixed for moment upon the entry door--but
she was determInedt to putnm into Miss Lucy room,
and after violent efforts succeeded. There he stood
with the knob Of the door in his hand, but the old
darkey had been smart enough to lock the. door on
the outside. Lucy pretended for some time to be
asleep, bur that sort Of CANNON would not answer
at last she said NY dear Billy, what lis the mat
ter Z" 6 want my hat " screamed Jenkins, and
Lucy knowing his modesty, leaped cut Of bed, and
after eaTessng him for some tirae. Billy went 10 bed
with his clothes and boots on, and trembed ill
morning.
How Jenkins subsequently managed matters and
things in general, can be known BY application to
his dear Lucy Ann Reader, strange as il may APP
pear, there are JsnkHses all over the world; but
The freemasonry Of welded life draws the curtain
before the eyes Of the iminifated.
Gong to bed onthe rst nigh after marriage must
Be among the most delicate situations in life.
Ask your married neighbor how it was with him.
We have 40 experience exactly that way.
Yours truly,