New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-01-23
DAILYCRESCENT

frus g DREAM OF L1FE.-We extract the fol-
lowing pleasing passage from Tx MarveFs newly
published volume, ssThe Dream of Life. Dick
ems, in his happiest vein, never wrote any
thing better:
Benedict The Married .Han.--'' You grow
unusually amiable and kind; you are earnest
n your search Of friends; You shake hands with
yoSr Office boy as if he were your second COUSIN.
You Joke cheerfully with the stout washerwo-
man and give her a shilling over change, ana
insist upon her keeping it.; and grow quite
merry at the recollection of it. Y on tap your
hackman on the shoulder very familIarly, and
tell him he is a capital fellows and don't allow
him to whip his horses, except when driving to
the Post-ofice You even ask him to take
glass of beer with you upon some chilly evening.
You drink to the health Of his wife-whereupon
you think him d very miserable man, and give
him dollar by way of consolation.
ssYou think all the editorials in the morning
papers are remarkably well written-whetier
upon your side or upon the other @ GU think
the stock market has very cheerful ioos--Wi,h
Erie-of which you are q large holder-doWn TO
seventy five You wonder why you never az
anired Mrs Hemans before, or Stoddard. or any
:. Youriye 4 pleasant twirl to your fingers,
as YOU ,saunter along the street; and say--but
not SO loud as to be overheard She is mine
she is mine dE
s You wonder if Frank ever loved Nelly one
half as well as you love Madge You feel quite
sure he never did You can hardly conceive
how it is, that Madge has not been seized before
now by scores of enamored men, and borne off,
like the Sabine women in Romish history You
chuckle over your future, like a boy who has
found guinea in cropping for sixpences. You
read over the marriage seryice-thinking Of the
time when you will take her hand, and slip the
ring upon her finger, and repeatafter the clergy
man for richer--for poorer; for hetter--for
worse!' A great deal of worse there will
beiabout it, you think!
e. Through all, your heart cleaves to that
sweet image of the beloved Madge, as light
cleaves to day. The weeks leap with bound
and the months only grow long when you ap-
proaeh that day which is to make her yours.
There are no flowers rare enough to make bou-
duets for her, diamonds are too dim for her to
wear; pearls are tame.
And after marriage, the weeks are
even shorter than before. You wonder why on
Z. Garth all the single men in the world do not
rush tumultuously to the altar; you look upon
them all, as a Travelled man will look upon
some conceited Dutch boor, who has never been
beyond the limits Of his cabbage garden. Mar
ried men, on the contrary, you regard as fellow
voyagers; and look upon their wiyes-ugly as
they may be-as better than none
Is You blush little at first telling your butch
erswhat your wife would like; you bargain
with the grocer for sugars and teas, and wonder
if he ls,aoaCs that you are married man., You
practice your new way Of talk upon your office
boy you tell him that your wife expects you
home to dinner; and are astonished that he docs
not stare to heaC You say it
SO You wonder if the people in the omnibus
know that Madge and you are just married
AID if the driver knows that the shilling you
Hand to him is for self and wife = You wonder
if any body was ever so happy before, or ever
will be so happy again!
g You enter your name upon the hotel books
us Clarence -- and Lady, and come back
to look at it-wondering if any body else has
noticed it--and thinking that it looks remarka-
bly, well. You cannot help thinking that every
third man you meet in the hail. wishes he pos
sessed your wife-nor do you think it very sin
full in him to wish it, You fear it is placing
temptation in the way of covetous men, to put
Madge's little CATERS outside the chamber door
ut night.
g Your home, when it is entered, is just what
it should be: quiet, small, with every thing she
wishes, and nothing more than she wishes. The
sun strikes it in the happiest possible way the
piano is the sweetest toned IN the world; the
library is stocked u charm, and Madge, that
blessed wife, is there, adorning and giving life
to it all. To think, even, Of her possible death,
is suffering you class with the Internal tor
lures of the inquisition. You grow twain OF
heart and Of purpose. Smiles seem made for
marriage; and you wonder how you ever wore
them before"