The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1850-06-17
From lhe Lilenrr world.

Ano MAhhkbsABph 70 tne AcAuDbCpSs
MY Dear PsaO5scot-That you have lately had
no communication with your Father-tfe Father
Of Waters--has not been my fault; and now you
are not indebted 10 my paernal soicitude only for
these brief messages, but also to the eccentrictes
of chemist, who dipped up the cask-ful contain
ing these reflections 70 mix with your own bright
and crystal buildings
have read in some newspapers hid away in my
bosom, and stolen from the cabin Of a snagged
steamboat, that the wfetched men Of your neigh
borhood are about snnniess y,r upon a large scale
and eurbing your Atf'l rt}us points into an
unpleasant stagnal. ssiu with the noise
and whirl Of macir1iis Dsisken your hopes
with filthy dyes; and stain your virgin purity with
mountains of clay and charred timber. can advise
you in such a crisis, for too have been hardly
dealt with, and have only lately learned how to
punish our oppEessor, man, for his various audaci-
ties and contumelies. AS you well learned, before
civilization with its barriers Of confused noise in
terrnpted our conversations, was once freer than
now. | could stretch myself when wearied, over
miles and miles OF land | could venture on pic
mic far into the prmeval forests Of the country /
could play praHks with the war-parties and tribe
hunts Of the early Indians | could surprise the
deer at his drinking, and oyerpower him where the
arrows of pursuers hurtless if the great gulf
to whose luxury | administer, at any time rufled
my temper my liquid products sought outlet into
the many bays about him. But the conqueror
came, and fenced me in, and dug into my very
vitas, and gave me heavy burdens to bear, and
hideous noises to listen to, and babe my roaming
propensities cease, while my course Of life was
made monotonous as that Of our bastard rela-
tives, the Canals. For how many years have /
fretted and fumed at all these outragesi | have
leagued with your remote brother, the Missouri "a
wild, untamed fellow, the Ohio Ia gentle and
lovely daughter) the Red River "a perfect savage
the Yellow Stone IA spirtless vagabond) /, and with
increased strength made repeated efforts to regain
my former liberty Perhaps in your quiet nook
you may have heard of the fright last year gave
to my largest city; and how bravely | fought il
week after week, until compelled by sheer exhaus-
ton to give in. Il ruined the reputation of two
yeyors-that S consolation But this
year the victory is mine. have avoided the city;
it contains material too powerful. | have directed
my forces against interior places. could contain
myself no longer. Was not choking with the Sc
cretions of old age Was | not becoming asth-
matte, through compression of my lungs? Were
not my oppressors threatening to dredge out the
Falls Of St Anthony, and hammer and forge me
far toward my very source | made my seec-
tons and this early spring time made dash at
Vicksburg and at the parishes lower down. Houses
and sugar factories, cotton and cane have all been
swept before me. | am free as ever have
expanded myself twenty miles at one point. have
made dozen new channels for future use 1t other
points. | have united myself as of old to Lake
Pontchartrain, and thrilling in my old age,
are her kisses | may again be vanquished and
imprisoned. But oh my oppressor man, leave me
my fond Lake TO meet day alter day, and will
withdraw for ever from the contest
You, my Penobscot, are young and lusty. Keep
cool for time. Let the tmbers fall across you,
and the stones and sand choke you. Bide your
revenge. The winter is coming Freeze low
melt quickly; summon all your energies quicken
the flow OF your arteries; come out in swelling
grandeur; and all the timbers and masonry Of the
land may not resist you.
would say But the cask of the chemist
is full, and my words would be wasted. Imagine
the waving of adieu, from your almost heartbroken
Father, MISSISSIPPI.