The Weekly comet. [volume] (Baton Rouge, La.) 1853-1855, 1853-07-17
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a DuNSINHNEY JMkH q ICDOs
Dear Comet This Is d decidedly
rainy day, for the flood-g Of Heay-
en- appear to be open, and d perfect
deluge is pouring down pitilessly upon
us. In the memory of the oldest III
habitant there never was more water
OH the soil Of West Baton Rouge than
at this present writing. Even my
friend "old Mortality says that he has
been living in this parish for 81 years
and that he never saw tile like before.
Bayous have swelled to rivers. and
small lakes to huge seas.-By making
d small cut III the levee at Doct. Lyles,
the steamboat Gipsey eonld enter his
field, pass through the plantations Of
Messrs. BUTLER and Chinn atid Allen
and Nolan. pay a visit TO the Bfttsle
(interior) ring her bell at the very door
fool. Durable, wood at the sugar
house of Alex. Barrow, and find no
bottom III the centre Of the field Of our
friend Col N Stuart. So much for the
rain. In England, we are told, that
suieiders select this kind Of weather,
for their very romantic business, but
in this country, people get tight on
such glorious rainy occasions. NY
authority in this matter Is Our excellent
friend Of the VISA WIS who Is truly
eloquent on this subject. Our friend
Of the Vts-t- VS. is q glorious good
fellow, and However eloquent he may
lie upon sasciyies aud getting tieht,
there is a subject upon which he was
in great doubt when | saw him last;
1t is this. whether certain tighten
ing bug was tco1taR with q ruudie
or whether said woman with d candle
was an tgnts Jatuus9' This IL a
matter that once upon time confused
him 50 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 ms rreting myself, with reading
that besa Of modern novels, Ftiiette.
It is rare and rich production and
contains mine Of intellectual wealth.
Let me ask of your many readers one
and all to get Vtiiette and read it,
The characters are all drawn to the
very lie. Madame Beek-oh | who |
has not seen 4 hundred Madame Decks
the sly, the artful, the cunning, the
sold calculating directress. Genevia
Napshaw, the lively, the gay. the roll
icksoiae Ginefva IA real Indian girl,
md Then SHE ran off with the Count
he Lieutenant and played the d.. I
Ind broke things generally. Then
here is Dr.. John. his courtship Is full
II interest, and when he comes to ask
or his Bride, the scene is touehingly +
ublilne.
Bnt the great persbnage- the heroine
# the book Is Lucy snow--poor Lucy,
lear Lucy, excellent Lucy! Lucy was
lot pretty, she was not even very ami
BILE. but Lucy, she could lope. Oh!
low she loved Mr.. Emanuel! He was
he very idol OF her SOUL For three
ong years she kept that tender passion
'llrning in her breast, like the sacred
re OF the Persians, and In due course
t time, her dear, her aaored Paul
a1ie. As VIC close the book we find
hem married and enjoying that llappi-
ess which the solitary, morose and
piteful old bachelors will never realize.
every woman in this underworld like
,uey Snow, what a loving world it
'ould be. Man would be the hap
lest Of the happy. ale would read
o books
That Were not tales Of love,
And in The twilight of his days he guess,
What star should be his home. +,
When love becomes immortal
Adieu-I leave to-day for Pass ,
'hristian. Perhaps ! may write you I
ON there. Yours sincerity,
Guy MANNER1NG. !.
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