The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1848-05-12

Isle OF CYrRus-Recorder Baldwin's dock was
yesterday metamorphosed into the Isle of Cyprus
upon a very small scale. The police We're unusually
active on Wednesday night last, and by way of ey-
pertinent arrested no less than twenty three of the
traI Cyprlans who reside in Magazine, Perdido
and Philippa streets. Let's sketch the picture In
one side of the dock sits woman with a brazen
face and a 't-care-a- pennyish air. She has on
a splendid black silk DRESS and wears large gold
chain about her neck. Her fine muslin collar is
fastened by an enormous breach, :and her fingers
glisten with jewels made of glass; colored to suit her
fancy. She evidently belongs to the upper ten
thousand of those of her caste and purses up her
mouth at her humber companions. By the side of
this Cleopatra of Perdido street, is a woman with
red hair, no shoes, a pug nose, and very dirty
calico gown. All the time she Eats her foot upon
the floor and when . sent down. ogles the police
officers as she goes out. Then again, seated in one
corner is creature who owes much of the beauty
of her form to one of the staples of the South-cot
ton She has on the smallest bonnet that possibly
could be obtained and green veil long enough for
the drop-curan OF small theatre, shades her fea-
lures. Ever and anon she makes mathematical
problems with the end of her parasol on the floor,
and seems to be in great anxiety " 10 leave" Tier
companion in the red muslin dress seems utterly
stranger to shame, and with her white, bare arms
crossed over her breast. patiently awaits her fate.
She tasted vices poisoned chalice early. See !!
there is woman rocking herself TO and fro, appa-
rently unconscious of what is going on. When
called the Recorder Se STARTS 10 DeF leet ana
looks yacantv around. She is iaboring under the
influence of the mdniG-a-potu, and her bed Will soon
be the grave.
How unlike her frail sister who sits beside her
She has u,ddy cheeks, sparkling eyes, coral lips,
and bust like that of Venus. Little cares sine
whether the Recorder sends her down or not She
has plenty of friends help her out of the scrape.
Ever and anon she takes out her gold watch, not
exactly see what time it is, but merely TO let the
police know that female who had a gold watch,
she in When the Recorder tells her that she
must find voucher she perks up her nasal organ
and sails out of the dock with tie air of queen.
Poor cid Jane. that friendess creature who sits in
one corner with her hands clasped over her eyes.
She is bare-footed, and like Lazarus of old is
s" clothed in rags Yet that wretched Magdalen
was once innocent, and perhaps the pride of doat-
ing parents. Now she is drunken dotard. and
would not = turn upon her heel to save her life
Close by her side there is masculine looking wo-
man. who is all the while Cycling and smiling at
every one who looks at her. When asked what her
occupation is she states in tragic voice, GO I'm
actress.' The Recorder orders her to make an exit
to the workhouse. In yonder group there those
who have passed through almost every stage of vice
and misery-to whom life is but curse, and death
a blessing Stunned by their own SEX they seek
companions amongst the lowest OF the low, and day
by day like loathsome worms creep and crawl
nearer and nearer to their graves. Well might we
excaim with the poet,
There is no sight on earth pteous 80
AS woman lost to honor and to shame
The poor wretches, for the most part, were sent
to the workhouse, upon the ground that they 1ol-
lowed no honest occupation.