The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1850-09-02

approaches to meet them. He shakes them heartily
Dy 'he hand, and, with kind looks and words bids
'"e'h welcome tohis dwelling They talk of Monte
Ley' Duena Vista, the Presidential election, Clay,
Odss, oahoun, Webster, Butler, Fillmore, old
/ DuAion, the Wilmot Proviso Barnburners. etc.
e'c' Inc deneral talks Of the blessings of peaee.
'ne department." the people, the country. the
progress oil Improvement the rising and future
generations and, to old acquaintances, of Mrs.
Taylor and his family, plantation and friends, In
a lew short, sentenhous remarks delivered with
great modesty and some embarrassment he ev-
presses much. He always says what he mean. "a
say, and nothing more. The words he make, p..
OF are the very best that could be chosen for the
occasion. His visitors are delighted Their object
IS accomplished. They have seen and conversed
with him. A bell rings. They prepare for depar-
ture. Their fiery Hippopotami are snorting with
impatence to receive them. Another shake of the
hand. Pledges or no pledges, Rough and Ready
is their man. The welkin rings with three cheers
one cheer more for Old Whitley, the Gener,t, ,rar
horse. That very respectable and distinguishes .s..
dividual, prone and obedient to the belly, as be-
comes good beast, slowly lifts his head from the
ground. Not relishing altogether their freedom,
winch he seems to consider impertinent, he pre-
pares tooth and nail to resent personalities. He
"ouchsates however, to be patted, and receives ad-
Hifanon as tribute to his dignity; but submits
WIN bad grace to the loss of his hairs Ding
alng-dong, again go the bells. They start heller
ske'er Tor the landing, and are putting away on
theT Journey od Whitley, with proud disdan
anu SufIy discohtent, walks rapidly on toward the
shaues OF MS pasture, like the spectre of Ajax in
the regions oil Inc dead, while brooding revengefuy
on his wrongs and clOudly disappearing into dark
ness from the hated sight of his crafty and exulDg
injurers.
But sometimes Gen. Taylor anticipates or pre-
vents a call He goes to the wharf for the lates,
intelligence, and converses Familiarity with all who
approach him. When a boat arrives, he ia in hi.
large white sombrero-the observed of all obser-
vers-and hears, doubt, with more embarrsss
ment than delight, the shouts of the multitude.
Turn we to Old Whitey"-
"We squus lille meos in eastra reponet dn.ores,"
He is the beau ideal of war horse Whittier than
milk, he is strong Bucephalus. Prou fearless,
generous-with flowing name, and breast elate,
and eyes of fire, he champs the foamng bit and
pants, if eager for the fray It is one of our
battle anniversares-the Sth of January. He
hears from distance the roar of cannon. With
ears erect and naughty gait and wide distended nos
trils, he pours out his soul upon the imaginary
fight. In short broken, tremulous and reiterated
neighngs, he utters his challenge to the foe He
flies as if bearing the genius of victory-as though
mounted by an invisible Bellona. He would
" Paw the light clouds and gallop on the Storm
He bounds through the fence of his enclosure, and
several days elspse before the servants bring him
back to his rider Job, Virgil and Shakespeare,
have all described him. Here he is