New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1853-11-12
DAILY CRESCENT.


DAHL OhLCNI1I1N 4 .
SPRING is AFFAIR
Wbsn the forest is ready 60 TO the Dead
he dous. as for bridal his gaudisst ~res'Hi
Aud In Wedding apparel OF gold ana Oh ieu
Thus brsyely he waiteth for death
..c,,srs o,t from the breast Of a cloud,
To smile on his pomp-a smile siekly ana a o,a
For the Spring Is sfsr soon, tns IN h;,,
To dance the death dance with MN
r Ia, restlitgs fierce and what b'ustertngs strong
each desththroe shakes showers OF leaves from MS
s,o, ne a~ voice of mosnng swskes its sad song,
Ara ths beautiful forest is dead "
Rattle brain people are bountifully plen-
Nv 10 these days. The following pen portrait OF
the character is not bad:
His talk was like a stream which runs
with rapid change from rocks to roses
1t slipped from politics to puns
IL passed from Nahemet to Moses
Beginning with the laws which keep
The planets in their radiant courses
Aud ending with some precept deep
For dressing cells or shoe'ne nofses
fanny lind has rot a baby. The " Otto OF
posos y, Ia distilled The fountain that has fed
Ynultitudes with the influence OF holy song, no"
feeds hottest humanity that does It's own singing
No more white gloves enclosing frenzied myers
anplauds the virgin cantatrice, but little hanus,
soffer than kids, pat one another gently anu
ioyously in the eyes Of the young mother. .M
mon fis (" is sung no more over the par9uet'e'
but over the cradle What dear little DARING
Aha babv must be. We think we see Otto gong
into the room containing his double treasure.
What to him is the opera, as he bends over the
sweat little snub- nose that wrestles In It's noble
mother's arms! Think Of them all there toge.
tber. and tell us, oh sscetc old bachelor, and
old maid unmarried from choice, IF there exists
such a marvel,) whether you think such happi-
ness is to be cavalierly sneezed at !; Does 1t not
moisten the mouth of your imagination we
pause, for we have walked the baby. Jog the
cradle, Otto, [springfeld Republican.
CoI,ERfpsE ON KEMBLE.--I always had :
great liking-I may say, sort of nondeserip
reverence-for John kemble What quain
creature he was! / remember a party il
which he was dscoursing in his measured man
ner, when the servant announced his carriage
He NODDED md went on The ANNOUNCEMENT
took place twice afterward, Kemble each tim
noddipg his head a little more impatiently, bu
still going on. At last, and for the fourth tim
the servant entered, and said, Mrs. kembl
saws, sir, she has the rheumatise, and canno
stav,, "Add ISM dropped John, in paren
thesis. and proceeded quietly in his harangue
Kemble would correct anybody, at any time
and in any place. Dear Charles Matthews
true genius in his line, in my judgment--told M
he was once performing privately before tn
king The king was much pleased with the inli
tation of Kemble, and said, Sc | liked Kembl
very much He was one of my earliest friends
l remember once he was talking, and found him
self out of snuff l offered him my box. II
declined taking any" he, poor actor, ooul
not put his fingers into royal box. l sale
take some pray; you will obleege me-" Upo
which Kemb{e replied, 50 1t would become you
royal mouth better 10 say, oblige me" an
took pinch.