The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1850-04-08
mia Forrest D,voroo oa.e.


In the notices which from time to time we have
published, in regard to the unfortunate difficulty
between Mr.. Forrest and his wife, we have taken
sides with the lady. This, too, we observe, has
been the case with editors generally. The Ameri-
cans, though they are vulgarians in manners, and
will chew tobacco and commit all the sins which
that habit begets; and though they eat with their
kniUes and commit thousand miner offences
against good manners yet they the most gallant
gentlemen in the world. And we refer to every
English woman who has travelled in this country,
to bear us out in this little outbreak of national
vanity. This gallantry has manifested itself in
this instance most creditably. The whole coun-
try has taken side with "the stranger born out of
your dominions" Amidst her troubles she could
not accuse the countrymen of her husband of inus-
tice to her
For Mr. Forrest, as an actor, we have no admi-
ration, and as man, no respect. But we are con-
strained TO say that the evidence produced by him
fully justifies the course he has pursued We set
aside the testimony of house keepers and servants.
But the letter of Mr. Jamson, addressed to his wife,
and by her carefully preserved; that fact alone,
independent of every thing else, is conclusive, per-
haps not of her guilt, bat of the conduct of the
husband His discovery of such letter, so long
respect and confidence which constitute hus
bands affection. The wife who preserves such
a letter has wandered in thought from her bridal
VOW She has permitted another to step in between
her husband and her heart. Is the husband to
blame, then, for seeking separation from the wife
| who has thus tempered with her oath! The Plea
yune says that Mr.. Jamison only intended the
letter as the expression of brothers. affection 1t
10 hat he box,o
self quite so warmly. 1t will be difficult to con.
vince jury that this was all he meant. But it is
really pity the poor lady should have sacrificed
herself for such ridiculous letter. 1t is as much
tinsel as his wardrobe. Who ever heard of a
"humbird's har6or ?' We hardly know who most
to pity in the discovery-the author or the lady.
All love letters necessarily ridiculous certainly
those written by men are. The only readable ones
we ever saw, were by women-those of Eloise,
| and of Bettine to Goethe.
The letter, ridiculous it is, however, is as fatal
as the handkerchief spotted with strawberries -
1t will be seen that we place the standard of a
wife's duties high. Indiscretion in a wife is crime
The moment that the confidence of the husband
receives the slightest shock the beautiful relation
has ceased to exist, and the sooner the outward
show is dissolved the better for all parties We
have no wish to pursue the painful subject, and
have been induced to allude to it at ALL only out
sense of justice to Mr.. Forrest. We publish the
letter of Mr. Jamison:
| Letter Of Mr.. Jamison to Mrs Forrest
And now. sweetest Consaslg, our brief dream
such dream Have we not known real bliss Have no
we realized what poets loved to ideal state Civ
reality? Have not experienced the ruth that ecstasy
not q fctonP have; and will not permit myself t
doubt you, am certain You have. And oh! what add
some hours happy yOui Yes and that romembrance si
ef great ns sgRt en- %
and read do, and you win find our dream s not ali
e n o reality ake from US when she seperaes ant
spirits Gan SANDERS tongue, rpmors trumpet summon u
saeh P ohe2 w T should dSR and
Of thee dan no more Hd har6or IN my brain than
and soul your possession examine them and Won vii
find text from which TO discourse doubt ofme But yot
my grateful ear that you would not doubt me- With hes
conscientious dearest our separation painful will b
IG1 5s3sh II y knT%ms there i one who IS whispering
- hsnS MI f Is ahoheT potent reason why
happiness for am happy and with you remember
wish cond tell you my happiness Cannot. No, Word
have been yet unnyented that could any idea tn
gratitude, veneraton and love, without being earthly, tina
Be happy dearest to me and tell me you are happy
Think of the time when shall meet again. Believe that
shall do my utmost to be worthy of your love and Go
bless you, thousand times my own my hearts altar
| wodd say more, but must store away my shreds an
nsel patches Ugh how hdeous they look after thinkin
| of you
Alden, alden and when hou art gone,
| My joy shall be made up alone
Ofcaling back, with fancy's charms
| Those halcyon hours when in my arms
Clasp CORsUeL0.
Adieu, adieu Be thine each 10Y
That earth yield, without alloy
shall be the earnest, constant PRAYER
Of him who in his heart shall wear
| But COnsHslO
Adieu, adieu When next meet,
Will not all sadness then retreat.
/ And yield unconquered time to bliss
And seal the triumph with kiss?
Il Say, COnsNeio?