New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1853-05-05
DAILY CRESCENT.
A Defence of Camp Street Loungers.


I'VE subjoin an answer to Miss Daisy, who
fancied herself overlooked by the Loungers of
Camp street, and grew indighoht. Eds. Cres.]:
New ORLEANS, May 4. 1858.
.Messrs. Editors-Happening to pass down
Camp street this morning, with feelings re-
freshed and invigorated by the pure air and
glorious sunshine, and at the same time delight
ing my eyes with an occasional glance at the
fair faces that peeped from loves Of bonnets,"
through witching, and tantalizing wells, re-
membered the communication in your paper Of
yesterday from your lovely q know she must be
lovely) correspondent, Daisy, till at last fell
into reflective mood, and my thoughts run
thus:
My Dear Daisy-I have read with delight
your somewhat severe criticism upon the habits
of the Loungers (as you christen them) Of Camp
street; although, after lecture so wittily
and gracefully administered, no one would will
lingly deny that gentlemen, individually and
collectively, are, despite themselves, disposed to
gaze upon bright and happy faces, and admire,
ay! and express, too, their devotion to graceful
figures and fairy feet; yet, hold it not right
that it should be thus set down, and that you,
of all others the most admired, should be the only
one who receives the tribute with frown But
even your frown is not quite the child of the
heart, for you adr,it that Individually" men
are not so bad, after all-but that a battalion
''frights you from your propriety." Is there
not spice Of coquetry in that professed admira-
ton for the I" individual" " mani Who is hes
You mistake, my dear Daisy, when you sup
pose that the whispered comments, which you
say you observe, when passing cluster of these
"inveterate starers," are always severe and
heartless criticisms upon the person, manner,
! carriage or attire Of the gentle ones who pass
for oftener they are willing offerings of lonely
hearts at the shrine of beauty and grace, and
sometimes-in spite of your unwillingness to
admit it-are rewarded by sparkling glance,
| or winning smile, which rivets the chains thus
| unwittingly, perhaps, thrown around the
Lounger of Camp Street" Evenhe, cold and
hardened as you would have us believe, cannot
| refuse his homage to
"Eyes that are language and a spell.
Z To forms, like Aphrodite's in her shell"
We are not so much to blame, after ALL
| l admire, too, the somewhat, (shall say man.
ly,) no, the determined manner in which you
insist upon your right to traverse Camp street
in defiance of the lords of creation; and although
the hostile declaration sounds somewhat like
one of my denominations, l mean ga strong.
minded woman that is, one who would moi
hesitate to don the q" buff inexpressbles and
become the starer instead of the stared at, yet
We have no disposition to monopolize "all the
the parterre Of its flowers. We have unani
mously resolved that the ladies Of NewOrlean
shall have and enjoy the exclusive right to th
navigation of Camp street until NewOrlean
shall cease to be; provided, always, that tn
fair passengers will occasionally consent to tax
q travelling campanion.
My reflections ran farther than this and oc
casionally dwelt upon some of the slight error
of the fair themselves, such as their GOODNESS i
getting into an omnibus already full hal
dozen occupying the whole of it on a rainy day
spreading themselves out - effectually tw,
ladies, with certain assistants in, the way O
garments, bidding defiance to the most daring
to pass them on the banquette; wearing bon.
nets to theatres, concerts, lectures, etc.; with
other minor delinquencies, which in my presen,
amiable mood would not willingly recall. BE
assured there are errors on your side Of the
house as well as on ours.
Adieu, fair Daisy believe me, Camp stree
loungers are not as bad as your imagination ha.
painted them; they deserve not your reproach
and if they do 'sstare," the fault is all YOU
own. Be sure you do not lure, and then de
| ceive-
:" As rising on its purple wing
| The insect Queen Of Eastern Spring;
Ger emerald meadows of Cashmere
Invites the young pursuer near;
| And leads him on from flower to flower
A weary chase and wasted hour
Then leaves him as it high,
With painting heart and fearful eye.
| So Beauty, lures the full grown child,
| With lure as bright, and wing as Wild,
LorNGER