New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-11-29


new spoke to her Of love, &
M Ny tongue failed at the start,
And so lived to swear ] would, Fl
And curse my chicken heart.
One steady pulse one gasp Of pluck,
To nerve my quiveriDg frame,
And had bravely spoken out
Alas! they never came.
ono fierce and desperate EFFORT more "
It ended in cough
The words were burning on my tongue
4 couldn't get 'em on 4
never SPOKE to her of love-
~ another fellow did
HI 66llsd one lucky night for him,
And did the thing and " slid"
From the Illustrated Family Friend.
THE GEORGIAN MOTHER !;
o., THE HERMIT OF CAUCASUS.
The wide square Of St. Marks was thronged
with masqueraders, and a mimic day blazed
from the torches and lamps which clustered
round the pillars and porticoes, revealing the
harbaric splendor Of the palace, the elaborate
ornaments of the architecture, and the tapestry
hangings the rich draperies of silver tissue, and
embroidered silks, which were thrown over the
balconies whilst long garlands Of flowers and
fanciful knots Of ribbons foated like pennons
from the windows. The golden winged Lions of
ST. Marks cleaned as brightly in the midnight
radiance, as when they reflected the rays Of the
meridian sun. The gods Of the ancient my thol-
ogy seemed to have descended from Mount
Olympus to share the revels of the denizens of
the lower world. The sea had given up its tri-
tons, who with conch and shell, made the air
musical The Gnome and the Guebre, the giant
and the, fairy, had quilted their secret haunts
to give lustre to the carnival Mortal and I'M
mortal, deity and demon, sages and warriors of
every country and every age; Cleopatras more
beautiful than she who lost Mark Antony the
world and Lesbian maids, peerless as Sappho
crowned, were assembling in one glittering
mass. Pageant succeeded pageant; the muses.
struck their golden Tyres, and chanted hymn
to Apollo, as they moved gracefully before the
chariot, wherein their tunefnl master sat en-
throned Diana and her bnskined nymphs,
freshly emerged from green wood shades and
thickets deep, pursued their rapid course with
feet which lightly SKINNED the earth A wild
troop Of Bacchanals, each waving a vinegar
landed thyrisis on high, shouted the praises of
the jolly god, as his leopard drawn car shot
madly across the plain; and Orestes haunted by
furies, Faust and Mephistopheles, and Don Clio
vanni surrounded by the fends, Joined bril-
Liant company charmed knights and ladies fair,
Amadis Of Gauls Charlemagne, and the court Of
King Pepin. The red Arab and the dusky
Moor, the swarthy Ethiop and feathered Indian,
mingled freely with the dainty cavaliers and
gorgeous nymphs. Tripping to the merry sound
Of the castanet, and tinkling melody of the gay
guitar, men and maidens from the banks OF the
Granddaughter performed their national bolero,
whilst the loud war-whoop Of the painted saw
age, brandishing his fearful tomahawk in close
conjunction, disturbed them not Belphegor
and Lucifer, with their tails twisted over their
arms, and their hideous horns erect, trod the
sprghtly measure with white-robed virgins, the
vestal guardians Of the sacred fire. Crowned
emperors and fettered slaves, rude pirates and
gentle ladies, in this universal jubilee, joined
hands and hearts. The gibbering ghost, the
bright-eyed star, the tumbling scaramouch and
stalking skeleton, entered alike into the Joyous
pleasures of the hour. The gazer's eve was
dazzled by the fantastic spectacle which the
Venetian carnival presented; the shout Of the
maddening populace was mingled with the sound
OF ten Thousand instruments. During a moments
pause strain Of melody came borne upon the
breeze to the listening ear in the next, it was
lost to the deafening clang of the hoarse trumpet
and the double drum, the clash of the cymbal,
and the roar Of the multitude: all was plendor
and excitation the sky seemed one fash Of
crimson, as the flaming meteors from earth fol-
lowed each other in quick succession, dimming
the eternal stars; whilst the many -colored lamps
below, flung their bright etfulgence upon the
snowy plumes and roseate wreaths and sparkling
gems.
In the centre Of this gorgeous festival there
were two persons silent and alone Unmasked,
the only solitary corner Of the broad square, a
young man attired in Turkish habit, disre
garding the brilliant scene around him, gazed
upon an opposite balcony, where fair form,
shrouded in white veil, leaned listessly over
the carved rails The peculiar form of the
turban, the style Of the dress, and the easness
Of the wearer, told the obseryant stranger that
this costume at least was not assumed From
under the muslin folds which encircled his head,
beamed a brow Of flame yet the dark flash Of
his eagle eye was tempered by the melancholy
expression of his countenance, whose 1ineaments
the most celebrated Grecian sculptor might have
copied in his finest work the perfect symmetry
OF his form could not be hidden by the wide
trousers which enveloped it; and the splendor
Of his descent might be inferred by the rich
Jewels which glittered in bright profusion ON his
vest, his turban, and his diamond hilted scimi-
tar. The lady on whom his ardent eye was
bent. wrapped closely in her shadowy veil,
seemed wholly unconscious of his regards, and
solely intent upon shutting out the gaudy pan
tomime from her weary view. AT length, to
breathe fresher airs or to inhale the perfume
Of the buds which canopied the balcony where
she stood, she drew aside the mantling gauze
a light breeze, which now played softly amidst
the trembling lights and waving flowers, waited
y gently from her head: the deep blue eyes, the
skin Of ivory hue, and the golden tresses wan
toning over neck of snow, revealed by the fall
ing drapery, seemed not to be of italian origin.
She cast languid glance across the square, and
encountered the piercing gaze of the turbaned
stranger. She started, clung with one hand to
the rail for support, and passed the other over
her brow-bent hastily forward, looked again,
and again, and drawing her veil round her, dis
appeared In another moment, she made one
o. the crowd in the square of st. Marks. Pass
ing eagerly through the idle throng, she turned |
towards an illuminated portico which led to a |
ballroom, where the mobiles of Venice had as
sembled for the midnight revel, and entered the
lestal palace. The Turk was no longer station
Ary he followed the steps of the yelled lady.
md they who had parted on the banks of the |
Danube met in the saloons of Venice. With |
bosoms agitated by the remembrance of the past
Isolated and apart from the gay groups, swim.
ming with luxurious movement through the
winding mazes of the dance to the yoluptuous
melody OF lutes, or dallying with sportive con-
yersation, or engaged in the soft intercourse of
the soul, the Moslem warrior and the Christian
mad sat in quiet nook, recalling, with tender
melancholy, scenes of tumult and of horror.
which had made deep and lasting impression
upon both
:, apparently born to act prominent part on
the grand theatre of life, mind fitted I'd enraoe
y! 1 deeds Of high emprize and thoughts of lofty
ovaflng, We're stamped in legible characters IN
tne manly countenance of the soldier. hnt tha
Ia. .sas creature, who bent like dropping lily be-
iae nm 50 Fragile, 50 tender, so delicate, TINT
sne scarcely appeared like daughter Of earth.
seemed to have been nursed in the Ian Of an
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