New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1853-08-31
BUszNESS PROSPECTS.
THE APPROACHING WINTER.

That class of persons who predict succession
20 acumulated misfortunes from one calamity
nast-those birds of evil omen who croak
nothing but notes of despair--are beginning to
nrocnosticate that the epidemic which has deci-
mated our population will operate deleteriousiy
on the business prospects of the approaching
season. They argue that the universal terror
that has spread throughout the land from the
friahtful ravages of death will prevent others
from coming here to fill the places Of those that
are gone; that our population will consequently
reu,ai. reduced. that the business of our port
Willie. e.; that our wharves will rot, our
buildi,mstall to decov and that our goodly city,
like land On wh;c ere is curse, will be-
,eme desolation and waste. In brooding
n orr past calamities, they sigh sad fare
- our COMMERCIAL greatness, ana tell US
81, the supremacy Of our city isnumbered with
the decayed relics of the forgotten past. Whe-
ther these dark prognostias are justified by the
expersnce Of the past, they do not stop to in
auire, 'orswhetherin former years like mortal
ity has had the effect which they for the future
80 dolefully predict
We have had epidemics before, and death has
Laid his unspnrng hand upon us not less heavily
than now. Wehave-had fevers and cholera, and
every i'll to which htfman nature is heir. We
have had filthy stfests' and democratic Coun-
cSs. and consequent dreadful mortality; yet
our CITY has shaken off the blasting effects OF
all, and nowslifss her head among the great
commercial emporiuns, looking forward to a
future as prosperoqs as that of the first in the
land. :, -
Epidemics have not made our streets desolate
heretofore, and it is fair to suppose that they
never will On the other hand, we contend that
the present dreadful mortality, instead Of thin
ming out our population, will increase it. Lift
and activity follow not less naturally in the des
olating track of pestilence than crows flock t.
the scent of carrion. Where the lion has been
laying low the herds, there will follow the
jackal, to gather the offal which has been left
and to crunch upon the bones. The death OF
one man will attract two to fill his place The
news will 20 abroad that our city has been de-
cimated that men have died, leaving vacancies
to be filed with fat salaries Clerks and mer-
chants, lawyers, laborers and physicians, will
learn that many of their class have died, ano
will flock in to fill their places. The news vii
be trumpeted abroad that the laborers on oul
public works have fallen off by scores; that
competition has declined, and that tho price Oh
labor has advanced With INC hfst iroSt, men
of -szsses, compilations and nations will pour
in upon us in such hordes that it will be won
der to see Before the LIST of November these
will begin to arrive, and, ere a month, every
place will be filled, and our streets will be
thronged with such scores of idle men and paint
ed women as we have not seen for many a year
Every avenue of trade will be filled, every pro
fession and calling overstocked, and every en-.
ergy Of an adventurous and INSCRIPTIONS mas,
will be taxed to support the expense of their mad
rushing hiiher.
We venture assert that we VIII have u
larger population, by many thousands, this
winter, than we have ever had before--lnore
workers for the business-more amusement
more honest tratiickers, more thieves and vaga-
bonds-more votaries of pleasure, and more
criminals and scape- graces, than we have ever
had in one season before.
An epidemic will not drive people away
There are always adventures to brave its ter
rors, and a reckless class who felicitate them
selves on the honor attached to the risk Of
Drawing death. These will swell our popula-
ton, and bring about competition in active pur-
suits, to such a degree that our city will never
suffer for the want Of people, Trade will pur-
sue its channels as of yore and when frosty
weather has set in, and before the last echo has
died Of the last funeral bell, we shall have an
influx of strangers that will give to our streets
lively, bustlng air, as if pestilence had never
made here its chosen charnel
There is good time coming for the fortunate
who live to see it.