The daily comet. [volume] (Baton Rouge, La.) 1850-1856, 1853-07-16
c orrespondence.
DuksiNANE, LlY II 1853.


Dear Comet This is decidedly
rainy day, for the food-gates Of Heay-
en- appear to be open, and a perfect
deluge IS pouring down pitilessly upon
us. In the memory Of the Oldest in
habitant there never was more water
on the soil Of West Baton Rouge than
at this present writing. Even my
friend aoid Mortality" says that he has
been living in this parish for 81 years
and that he never saw the like before.
Bayous have swelled to rivers, and
small lakes to huge seas.--By making
small cut in the levee at Doct. Lyles,
the steamboat Gipsey could enter his
field, pass through the plantations OF
Messrs. Bud Der and CHM and Allen
and Nolan, pay.a visit to the Brusle
(interior) ring her bell at the very door
Of Col. Durable, wood at the sugar
house of Alex. Barrow, and find no
bottom in the centre of the field of our
friend Col. N Stuart. So much for the
rain. In England, we are told, that
suiciders select this kind Of weather,
for their very romantic business, but
in this country, people get tight on
such glorious rainy occasions. My
authority in this matter is our excellent
friend of the Vis-a- VS. who is truly
eloquent On this subject. Our friend
Of the Viis-a- US is a glorious good
fellow, and However eloquent he may
be upon suicides and getting tight,
there is subject upon which he was
in great doubt when saw him last
! 1t is this, whether a certain tighten
ING bug was acon,an with candle
or whether said woman with a candle
was an ignis fatuus!' This is a
matter that once upon time confused
him so that he could not tell the head
Of the one from the tail of the other.
For the last few days Mr.. Comet, |
have been amusing, and at the same
time instructing myself, with reading
that best of modern novels, Villette.
It is a rare and rich production and
contains a mine Of intellectual wealth.
Let me ask Of your many readers one
and all to get Fillette and read it
The characters are all drawn to the
very life. Madame Beck-oh who
has not seen hundred Madame Becks
the sly, the artful, the cunning, the
cold calculating directress. Geneva
Fanshaw, the lively, the gay, the roll
! licksome Ginerva IA real Indian girl,
and then she ran off with the Count
the Lieutenant and played the d.,
and broke things generally. Then
there is DR.. John, his courtship is full
Of interest, and when he comes to ask
, for his Bride, the scene is touchingly
7 sublime.
6 But the great personage-the heoine
of the book is Lucy Snow-poor Lucy
$ dear Lucy, excellent Lucy! Lucy was
' not pretty, she was not even very ami
able, but Lucy, she could loye. Oh
how she loved Mr.. Emanuel! He was
the very idol Of her soul. For three
long years she kept that tender passion
s burning in her breast, ike the sacred
: fire Of the Persians and in due course
Of time, her dear, her adored Pau
. came. As We close the book we fin'
them married and enjoying that hapi
? ness which the solitary, morose dnC
n spiteful old bachelors will never realize
: II every woman in this underworld Tx
9 Lucy Snow, what loving world j
would be. Man would be the hap
piest Of the happy. ale would rea'
u no books
c That were not tales Of love,
And in tie twilight of his days he CUES:
-" What star should be his home,
When love becomes immortal"
Adieu-I leave to-day for Pas
e Christian. Perhaps | may write yo
l. from there. Yours sincerity,