The Yazoo City weekly Whig. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 18??-1855, 1853-12-23


about two weeks since. He has traYelles
up AMI down the streets day after day, eve
since7-has visited concerts, operas churches
balls. theatres and every other place Of pub
lie resort in hopes to get sight Of her again
No steamboat has left the wharf that he
has not gone down to and oyerhauled the
passengers to see if she was among them
and positively believe if he don't find hel
soon he will have to be put into straight
jacket" Here the omnibus came to its
stand at the foot of Camp. and lost the
pleasure of the matter of fact old gentle.
mans company. / never met the young
man afterwards. Whether he found his
inamora'a, or came to the other conclusion,
the straight jacket am unable to conjec-
ture at present
"Grim reader, did you ever see ghost?
No-but you've heard, understand. be dumb,
And don't regret the time you may have lost,
For you have got the pleasure yet to come?'
Unreal mockery hence!"
The other morning, which was as bright
and beautiful as New Orleans mornings can
be, took a stroll to the Haunted House. =
+ Its near where am stopping in Lafayette.
! and sharing the fate Of all other celebrities,
| is not much feared or respectedin its own
immediate neighborhood. No man is a
hero to his vQlet-de-chana5re or prophet in
his own country, and knowing this, I was
prepared for the Indifference with which
the Haunted House. is treated by its
nearest neighbors. I had been to see the
famed building before and knew the locali-
ties. It occupies two whole squares and
commands a fine view Of the river as it
sweeps round the Island. As we approach
ed. the first thing that rather dissipated any
little sentiment that we lad worked ourselves
up into. was.an array 81 blue cottouade q.
spedkaboata6les. and other wearing garments
hung like Macbeth's banners-on the
out,0Qrd rails. We entered the great hall
and the ordor of garlic, enough to disgust
any ghostof ordinary pretensions to romance
or refinement, gave the coup de- grace to the
little sentiment we had left An English
woman, who told tale Of real suffering that
made us all weep, met US at the door and
of, r3d to conduct us through the building.
The grand Saloon which faces the river, and
was once magnificent, is now used-shades
of Sweedenburg do you hear-for small
beer and gingerbread shop! On either side
of the hall are rooms which were no doubt
in their day used as private parlors, libra
rice, &c In one of these our conductress
took US. It was occupied by cobler. He
sat on his bench eating his breakfast, which
Of loaf of bread and a bowl of
something which reminded one Of the anec-
dote of John Randolph. who told a waiter
a, Hotel that If the stuff he he had bro't
him was tea, to bring him cfee, and if was
cofee to bring him tea. told him we were
looking for the ghost. He said, LA Mad
anne, he is not in this room" There were
plenty of soles lying round the floor, but no
ghost Over the grand saloon, in front. on
the second story, is the Ballroom. 1t is a
splendid room. The ceilings are full thirty
feet high and the cornice was once beauti-
fully frescoed. There at the end stood the
musicians, and here along the smooth springy
floor tripped the gay bellies and beaux
of lang syne, the contemporaries Of Marie,
Antoinette and Josephine Beauharnais-
Where are the jewellers now?
"Where are the birds that sang
A hundr years ago;
Where are the feet that tripped so feet,
A hundred years ago?"
Back of the ballroom is a large bedroom.an
behind that is the boudoir where the murder
was committed, as local traditions tell.
vent into the room and looked for the stain Of &
flood that was said, like David Rizzio's, to
cling to the spot where the ''ghost' was done to
leath, but it was not there. Soap and water
with time, had their natural effect even upon
.hese boards. we then went up the circular
stairs to the roof of the building, which is
slated and fiat, to take view OF the city. The
prospect from the top Of this house is truly
grand and beautiful No other point, not even
The cupalo Of the St. Charles, commands so
Hne a view. You can form no idea Of the ex-
tent and beauty Of New Orleans,till you see it {
from this point. You stand as It we're in the
horn Of the Crescent and see the
city stretch around and away from sou, with
.he river and forest Of masts and shipping en-
circling il about like 4 thing of lie. One Of
our party repeateds while standing there the
nobl lines from Childe Harold:
aFhe river nobly foams and flows,
The pride Of this delighted ground,
And al its thousand turns disclouse