The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1850-05-23

POPULATION OF SAN FRANCISCo.-Ihe COM
munity Of San Francisco is perfect ALA llodrtda
although its principal ingredient and general char
acter is American. The Americans are the onions
and flavor and season the whole dish. Let any
one place himself IN any spot for half an hour
and he will see many castles as were ever
dreamed DIN his carbohydrates of humanity in
clay by great MASTER the counterfeit present.
ment IN plaster-ot-paris wrought by human hands
And yet there is clashing, no interference no
national, sectional feelings engendered, and better
regulated community never existed Here you
will find the New York merchant, the Southern
planter, the Western farmer and the Eastern ira
derthe slave holder and the hot-headed abolition
ist. Here is the volatile, enthusiastic, sangune
Frenchman, who smile without sous in his
pocket, chant the Marseilles, or BaOurir pour la
patr1e and shout UiUe Ia ibeFte eaiite ct fratey-
mite! over his petite Uerre du rim Bordeaux. Then
comes the fiery, hot-booded Italian, who lowers
his brows, and growls out deep "dtaUolo" through
his teeth if one but joys his elbow. In his wake
comes the stolid German, with his little blue cap
and enormous vzor, who seems, while he inhales
his tobacco smoke from the bowl of his Dutch pipe
to exist but in dream but in his eyes you can see
his favorte expression, Mein Colt, what coun-
tries!" Next we see the Englishman-who let
him live under American institutions till he grows
gray-let him associate with Americans all his
hfe--never loses his nationality. He bears his
brta-rg hit upon his brow, he carries it in his hat
1t is imprinted upon his coat it is perceptible in his
vest 1t is evident in his trousers and unquestiona-
Bile in his CATERS and shoes Let him be ever so
great admirer of the new world, he never for
gets the old and when " Her Majesty, Queen
Victoria, is proposed he will dot his beaver in an
instant, and join in God save the Queen +" with
his whole heart. Then comes the child of Erin /;
poor, down. trodden, betrayed Ireland. His looks
are brighter now, but saddening thoughts will cas-
shade over his brow when he thinks of the green
sod that grows over the graves of his ancestors.
When he conjures up the history of her long, long
years of poverty and oppression, when he sees the
thousands upon thousands of his countrymen star
wing and dying like dogs by the waysde, the big
tear glistens in his eye: and vet he yearns for
home, and determines when he has obtained wealth
to fly again to his own, his native land. The harp
is music to his ear, the shamrock the oasis in the
desert, and he echoes the words of the song:
'r0h steer my bark to Erins Isle,
For Erin is my home,
in all due reverence and sincerity and with his
heart in his mouth" And here is your cannie
Scot, from Aberdeen to Glasgow, a long headed
chel, who takes care of the pennies-the bonnie
merry Scot. Oh, what recollections do you not
bring to the mind? The tall cliffs of Scotland rise
up before us. Your Stuarts and your Campbels,
your McGregors and your Bruces, your Wallaces,
and oh-many, many other gallant men, of the
Hollands and the Lowlands, are before u.s. and the
Plbroch rings in our ears. Oh, land O. cakes,
birthplace OF Burns and Scott, you can never be
forgotten by one of your BARNS" The mex
Scotsman we meet, we IL
Take right guide Willie watch
For the days o. Aud Lang Syne''
| Now stalks the Spaniard with his dark com
plexion, his raven locks his piercing eve, "ealou
in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel - the pronl
blood of the Castilan mobiles nantes readily to bi
| cheek, and he bows with the air of Don of IN,
olden time. He is followed by Mexican He is
proud of the few drops of Castilian blood that re-
main in his veins; but he is merely a counterfeit
presentment. 1t is melancholy to hear them sing
| que VtUe Ia hbertad, when we know the sort Of
liberty that exists in Mexico, and the style of gov
eminent with which they have been cursed. Here
come a bevy Of Celestials, with their dark, loost
clothing, their irreproachabe white stockings anC
their practical boots and shoes. They are all yer,
happy and very clannish the only real soei lists
existence. They guard their pig-tails as they de
their honor, and cherish them with the utmost de
votion. A Chinese would as soon think of severine
his head from his body, as curtailing the fair pro
portions of the heirloom of his country. The Ce
estias are veIy useful, quiet, good citizens, ant
are deserving the respect of all. Then comes the
tawny Malay, dressed in half-civilized style, yer,
dirty, but with a carriage and bearing that woult
become a regal court. He looks out of place in GU
Streets giving one the idea OF degenerate and dis
gusted Otheo. Here comes the tall and manly
! Pole, and al we watch his form, we can but drop
tear for poor Poland, whose children have shed SC
much of their hearts blood for liberty, but in vain
Watch the Chilanos, the Peruvians, the Swiss, the