New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1853-05-09

report VIII serve as text and pattern for every
county in the State until next court.
George W Smyth has withdrawn from the
canvass for Governor Of Texas. This will in
sure the election Of e. NJ Pease, Of Brazoria,
beyond doubt. The contest would have been
between them. but Smyth's friends win gener-
any vote for Pease, and thus secure his election
by o large majority.
The Victoria Advocate is informed that e.
Percy Howe, formerly Of the Memphis press, suf
ierea shlpwreck on the schooner Geo. Lincoln,
on Mustang Island Shoal losing printing ca
tablishment with which he was going to start
weekly journal at Goliad. Mr.. Howe also lost
all he had, and is now waiting at Goliad an
order for a new press and materials.
Business at Jndianola is progressing. The
Bulletin SAYS; "We have never seen things look
brighter in Indianola than at this time. The
arrivals Of wagons and cotton during the month
have been greater than ever before known at
the same season. The receipts of cotton and the
sale Of goods to planters and interior merchants
have increased very greatly.
sour hotels are literally crowded with stran-
gers, and travel still Increasing.
The most perfect health prevails, indeed, we
do not know of a case of sickness in town, and
most OF the doctors are starting for the gold
regions
by wholesale in the neighborhood of San Anto-
been stolen in less than three days.
Gen. VIM. $. Harney, U. s. A, and Lieut..
Stevens, U. L. Typographical Engineers, are
now sojourning in Indanola The latter SUPER
cedes Capt. Mcclellan in the survey Of this bay
and coast, Capt. NJ. having been transferred to
Oregon
The Victoria Advocate says they have had
plenty of rain in that vicinity, so that there is
no longer danger of short crops from drouth
company of about sixty emigrants will start
in two or three weeks from Richmond, for Cali
fornia.
ons loaded with cotton, with from five to seven
bales, arrived in that place on the 23d ult
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The following beautiful poem was a contribu-
ton of the late Willis Gaylord Clark, to one of
the earlier numbers of the Knickerbocker.
Happy are they who, not wanting in sensibility,
can read it without emotions Of inexpressible
sadness We learn from the New York Tribune
that the sixth edition of the "a Literary Re-
mains Of its gifted author are about being pub
lished:
THE SONG OF MAY.
The Springs scented buds all around swelling
There songs in the stream there health in the gae
sense of delight in each bosom is dwelling,
As float the pure day beams DER tain and vale
The desuate reign Of Old Winter Is broken
The verdure is fresh upon every tree;
OF Natures revival the charm and token
Of love, oh thou Spirit Of Beauty to thee.
The ooketh forth from the halls of the morning
And hnshes the clouds that begirt his career;
He welcomes the gladness and glory, returning
To rest on the promise and hope Of the year
He fills with rich light all the balm breathing fowers-
He mounts to the zenith, and laughs on the
He wakes into music the green folest-bowers,
And glds the gay plains which the broad rvers lave
The young bird Is out on his delicate pinion--
He timidly sails in the infinite sky;
greeting to May, aud her fairy dominion.
lie p 1urs on the west-wind's fragrant sigh:
Around above, there are peace and pleasure
The woodlands are singing-the heaven is bright;
The fields are unfolding their emerald treasure,
And mans genial spirit is soaring in light.
Alas, for my weary and care e-haunted bosom,
The spells of the spring time arouse it no more
The song in the wldwood-the sheen of the blossom
The fresh-sweliDg fountain-their magic Is o'er!
When list to the streams-when look the flowers,
They tell of the Past, with mournful tone,
That call up the throrgs of my gvanshed hours,
| And sigh that their transports over ard gone
From the wide-spreading earhrom the mtless HEAVIER
There have vanished an eloquent glory and CLEAN;
| To my ved mind more, is the influence given,
Which coloreth life with the hues of dream
The bloom purpled landscape its ioveness keepeth-
! deem that light as of old, gds the wave;
i But the eye of my spirit in hesviness sleepeth
Or sees but my youth, and the visions it gave.
Yet it is not that age my years hath descended
lis not that its snow-wreaths epcrele my brow;
But the newness and sweetness Of Being ended
| feel not their love kndling witchcry now
The shadows of Death DER my path have been weeping
There are those who have loved me, debarred from
| day;
The turf bright where peace they seepir
Ana on wings OF RENE mbrance my soul is away
1t is shut to the glow Of this present existence
| 1t hears, from the Past, funeral strain
And it eagerly turns to the highseeming distance
Where the lost blooms of earth will be garnered aea
Where no mdew the soft cheek shall nouris
Where Grief bears no longer the poisonous sting;
Where pitiless Death no dark sceptre flourish,
or stain with his blight the luxuriant stream.
1t Is thus that the hopes which others are given
Fall cold on my heart in this rich month OF May
hear the clear anthems that ring through the heave
drink the bland airs that enliven the day;
And if gentle Nature, her festival keeping.
| Delights-not my BOSOM ah do condemn.
Ger the lost aud the lovely my spirit is weeping.
hIlrtn