New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1853-05-12

hCGguHG OI my WHO anu WHAT tnaL X began TO
question my own identity and wonder, seriously,
whether my name might not, after all, be e Will
lam Smith, !" alias 6 Cunning WILL alias g The
aomnibus Dodger, for BY all Of these titles, not
only policeman No. !, but several other stars
VINO formed q constellation around me, declared
was well known. .535s 80 .7-7Tse
dentle reader, do you pity me : What could
! say me handkerchief was drawn from its
fond resting place in my bosom: the 1adv road
the name, g Catherine de Grey Seymour. . IN IN
corner, and identified it as hers. She fnvther
declared that when G lifted her out Of the ON.
nibus, she distinctly felt tug at her watch.
chan,'' lit had caught at the handle Of the loor1
and that & on entering the omnibus, she nov
remembered my having attempted to draw off
her rings (Oh, faithless Catherine! could
you 50 mistake the. pressure of respect and ad-
miration, for the touch of a felon endeavoring
to filcI q trinket.)
In vain did I protest my innocence, and up
peal to my poeket-book for confederation. An
order on my banker for three hundred dollars
was declared a ssgross forgery" by one of the
well-informed stars. 9 1t was Just the fac
similie,'' said the ruffan, s.of the one he found
Yellow Jim,' aforeh he went to Sing Sing, last
year." A fifty dollar note in my porte -monnaie
was said to be identical with one stolen from q
bedroom in the Astor House the night before ];
and after due examination it became evident to
ming and desperate rascals in the world then
stood before them.
"A phrenologist delivered an extempore dis
course upon the prominence of my accumulative
and seeretive organs. g Never said the cram
iologist, ssdid see a head more illustrative d
the truth Of my theory. The moral organs arr
depressed, and all the bad passions, unchecked
by intellect, riot in his repulsiye features p
Ye gods ! must ] bear thiso g Confusion
Agonyp' cried. Take me to a Justice
Rufians, madmen, perjurers! You shall pay
dear for this. | will revenge it to the death
to the death-through life unto death
ssHes obstropalous,' Tom,, said grog-
blossomed constable 6 Had MT we better pui
on the irons I've a pair thatll fit him,
know; the same he wore when we caught him
carryin the cloth from Mulberry street ?
| The confidence and cool assurance of this last
assertion staggered me. Was awake, or in d
dream? Was mad, or in my senses. Was
gentlemen, or pickpocket' We're my fea-
lures handsome, or SO repulsive as to convict ms
on suspicion of feyery crime?
Reason staggered on her thrones the -worle
swan round in horrible delirium; devils, al
manacled and dressed in prison garments
danced before my disordered vision the steepl,
Of Trinity turned into a gallows; the familial
Custom house appeared what it is really like
a jail. Fire-brands and furies? what al
awakening is this from my dream of love at frs
sight!
Turning to make an appeal to the lady-th
cause Of all my misery-guess my astonishment
my delight to see her leaning familiarly on th,
arm Of my friend, Frank Seymour! The nam
on the handkerchief-th resemblance Of fea
tures-th the evident familiarity of their manner
Thank Heaven! she was his sister
sFrankl' cried, in despairing accents, a
the policemen were about hurrying me off
g Frank! for God sake, come and clear up thi
hateful mystery II
He ran towards me and caught my hand; tn
policeman grasped me with less painful rigor
the lady hurried forward with thousand tear
and apologies, and the phrenologist made Of a
the topmost speed of his long legs-well for hill
that he did 80! - s4@ss4
A swoon relieved the accumulated anguish
j, my heart; and when awoke, it was in 0
apothecary's shop, close by the scene Of n
> calamity. Catherine (misjudging maid y VI
chafng my temples with Eau de Cologne, viii
y Frank was pouring brandy down my throat.
: We called a carriage and drove to Wall STREE
where was in time for my appointment T
o whole suspicion, arrest and discovery hayi
k taken place in less than ten minutes, though
n seemed to me an age of suffering. Thence,
,e crossed to Brooklyn, and was formally int
r duced to my fair accuser, who has since end
vored to make up by more than common kir
!, ness for the pain she inflicted on her deyot
: friend.
o The engraver has an order for n double set
enameled cards. Catherine is busy with dres
$ makers and milliners have grown tired
= my hotel, and taken pretty house furnish
1 with eyerything-except a mistress.
"Out of evil sprngeth good
And from decay the myrtle wood;
In deep disguise the LoYe.god came
And touched them with a mutual aame.H