The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1851-12-16
Letter from New YOrk-No. 8.

M Dear Eaitor--What shall | say to you this
morning that will be Of interest? In all the great
city there seems nothing worth my writing your
reading; there is, in reality, dearth just now,
and perhaps the mood | am in to-day makes it
seem greater than it is. Sometimes, you know,
flame will kindle from very little spark, and at
other times even bright Goals die away before us,
cover them with faggots as we may
see no alternative but that must go a
very wide field, and if in cleaning from England
to California, succeed in making up bundle that
shall have any freshness abont it, shall thank my
stars
The old routine is going forward-theatres,
operas, concerts, negro minstrel exhibitions, and
"more foolery yet, if | could think of it," but in
any of their various horizons there is no bright
and particular star, at this present writing Cath
crime Hayes has gone, whittier "the star of en-
pire takes its way" and we hear of her brilliant
successes in Albany, and elsewhere in spite of the
mismanagement Of her agent, Mr.. Wardwell.
know not whether she proposes to cross the bright
circle of the southern crescent, and shine upon
you or not If she should, you will not find her.
| think star of the FIRST magnitude. My judg.
ment is predicated on that of the first musical crit
les here. She is not warbler of wood notes
wild, but discourser of sweet sounds as they
have been taught her.
Jenny Lind, who is at present in Boston, with
all her blushing honors thick upon her, returns,
and commences her farewell concerts here on the
s0th. On the 18th Of January she gives her last
concert in America, and will probably sail in the
packet on the 18th. She WILL here in America,
leave thousands of hearts liaked to hers in concord
of sweet sounds, whose benedictions will follow
tba hroa tlantic IN ber bor,
What crowns of wonderful beauty rest on the
foreheads of some of the children of men, while
others all their lifetime grovel in the dust.
never walk out in great city like this without
being struck with the great contrasts it presents
Along the side of the pavement, especially near
the churches, crouch the most abject and miser-
able children of want their bare feet drawn under
der their thin, ragged petticoats-for there are
most Of women and chldren-and one hand
through which the blood is bursting with the pitt.
less airs, outsretched for charity, with silent
supplicating look, that is appealing than
words. God help them, for they get little of men
And yet this city for its many and excellent char
liable institutions, is entitled to all praise. The
amount Of private contributions, too, am told, is
immense-for charitable purposes, | mean-bu
there are many professional beggars, that it ii
no wonder if real suffering is sometimes over
looked There many boarding houses here,
am told, (their tables not quite so good as that o
the St. Charles) that kept up entirely by char
table contributions, poor miserable children being
employed to walk the circuit of the city with bas
kets for the begging of cold vctuals-ostensibly
for starving brothers and sisters at home.
think there is no device under heaven for tn
avoidance of honest labor, that has not been re
sorted to in this city. A night or two ago, the bel
rung violently; l should have feared it was tee
graphic dispatch announcing the death Of my be
trothed, if had had one. Presently was told tha
person at the door wished to see the man of tn
house; and on presenting myself, saw a youn
and rather fair faced lady in doubtful dress, who
before was near her, began repeating her story il
tone and way that sounded as though she NIGH
have said it thousand times. 1t ran in this wise
"My father IS dead, my mother 3 sick. my sister
broke her leg, and my little brother s crying fc
bread if you III give me something, expect tn
Lord will bless you."
didn't give her any thing, and don't know tha
Iexpsrienoed any diminution of blessings.
The various benevolent societies seem to be al
tive, the cold weather-for winter is fairly dow
upon us--aff3rding text for wide practical illu
rlion.
The annual festival of the St. Andrew Sociei
was celebrated last night, by splendid dinner
Niblo's. This is Scotch Benevolent Society,
the name indicates, and is one of the oldest in Il
city, having existed over hundred years. 1t en-
braces many influential citizens, and annually di
penses large amount of money for the aid al
comfort of the destitute children of Caledoni
With no noise or ostentation, it helps very mar
whose needs never come before the public. 1t
really pleasant to record such redeeming evidenc
of humanity.
About two hundred of the " leal and true " we
present, besides a number of invited guests. e,
bracing some distinguished names. A band at i
lower end of the hall sweetened the time wi
Scotch airs. Several songs were sung bv I
different members, aud toasts followed sucb
1.-The land o'cakes," and The like The Ges,y;,
concluded with the song" Joy be vie YOU all ),
There is not much to be heard of here Just no
but the coming of Kossu,h, who is expected to
here in the course OF a few days. In my mex
shall be able to give you full account of the
cepon. LIS enthusiasm will demonstrate hi
America estimates the noble contending for libe1
any where in the world, and how close her sy
pathies are with the heroic efforts of the Macy
to rescue the " neck of his beloved Hungary frt
The fangs of the serpent"
The press here is ringing with the echoes of t
eloquence which has preceded him, and as MAJ
as can come within the compass of his voice, W