New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1854-03-28

tAnother horrid murder! Jim Sling, Thomas
To-day, Barney 0'Brandy, and several others,
are in the lock up in the Police Jail of the
Third District, awaiting an examination on .
charge Of having attacked and severely wound
ed Mr.. Triangle on the head with slung- shots,
Bowie knives and revolvers.'- This is the style
of paragraph expect will appear in the papers
the morning after have had my brains knock
ed out for writing and publishing the following
article, for intend to be down upon the New
Orleans climate like dun. Talk about the
balmy breezes Of the South why, I've had the
blue devils ever since left Charleston, and
since came to New Orleans have not aad
energy enough to get my hair cut, and 60
about feebly running all my words into one, SO
as to render my conversation perfectly useless,
incomprehensible, and unworthy Of gentleman
six months old | find myself at bars giving
such orders as these &c Glar- err branny -er-war-
er, . Terry Wiser bissers," just like David
Copperfeld when he was intoxicated Then
the printers complain of my writing; say
communications full Of all sorts Of vile mis-
takes Confound printers! / believe they
do 1t on purpose. (Now, should not be at
all surprised if they print porpoise or puppies,
instead of purpose.) But still must admit
(not that | excuse printers at all) that feel
my pen loafing about, very languidly, over the
paper. 1t is not that, however, which affects
my writing SO much it is those oonfoanded
little ants and flies that are constantly running
across my MS, and distracting my attention.
have such difficulty in spearing them with the
point OF my pen, and so much more in getting
them out Of the nibs when I have speared
them. There goes one over the word CON
founded, he is carrying something with him
twice the size of himself: wonder what it is.
Would you believe it The little monster is
carrying off fly. Eloping, perhaps. Shall
kI1lhin parhapo ha 10 foLi 4 bnrn foh
starving family. Well, will let him 60; in
fact, il knew where he lived, would give him
lift, for it must be hard work to struggle
through the lon, nap of the table cloth. But
let me see, was speaking about the weather,
(there goes another ant. o! yes, you boast of
your mild weather: why, l would rather be
frozen to death in the bracing air Of the North,
fifty times, than be reduced to the state Of self
contempt am now in. l stay in bed four -ffths
Of my time, and when l do get up, am not
worth my salt; of which article, by the way,
get infinitely more than should value myself
at, in my butter.
There always seems to DO dampness in the air
which makes ones clothes stick to one, and de-
stroys the stiffness in ones shirt collars besides
which, when the sun is not blazing down upon
you as If it would melt your brains, there are
heavy clouds in the air, which are depressing
to the spirits beyond measure. You must have
great many suicides here / have myself
looked over the levee twice, will not say with
what thoughts, and do not know what might
have done, if on each occasion l had not had a
bunch of yiolets in my hand they reminded
me that there were sweets as well as bitters in
this life; that there was o bright world before
me, and niger rolling molasses eask imme-
diately behind me, that had better get out Of
the way. I am passionately fond of flowers, and
think it q redeemiug trait in your climate,
that 1t produces them in such abundance do
not know what 1 should do, if it were not for
those French women who sit all in row on the
corner Of Royal and Canal streets, and supply
me with violets at g two beets'' bunch-such
as one would pay two dollars for in New York
l think am now little safer since have paid
this tribute to New Orleans flowers, but should
Sling, Teddy or O'Brandy or any one else in
qu1re for me at your Office, don't give my
address; but if you have the opportunity, tell
them am -- of fellow--six feet three
broad in proportion professional pugalist---
always carry revolvers and knives-and any
thing else you may think advisable, but don't
give the address of yours truly,
b. TIE TRTANnIE