New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1854-09-19

We extract the following from letter to the
Charleston Standard written by a South Caro-
linian in New York:
The other day party of us went to Green
wood, which is the most beautiful cemetery
have ever seen. For several months in the
year, three hundred men are daily employed
on the grounds; and beautifully, indeed, are
they kept; but, Us | rode through those splen-
did paths, and saw the moekery of woe, my
mind reverted to those beautiful and hackneyed
lines of Gray; -
Can storied urn animated bust
Back to its mansion cali the feeting breath,
Or f1att'ry soothe the still cold Of death!'
When left monument which cost thirty
two thousand dollars, l thought that affection
might have given to the poor what it wasted in
vanity. When | passed the mausoleums Of
Townsend and another qnack sarsaparilla man,
l asked aloud if they expected to humbug in the
world to come as we'll as in this AS we rolled
by the tombs Of men still living, | despised the
vanity which sought to perpetuate itself by this
means No city graveyard now is place for SOL
emn thought See yon splendid pile! it claims
your admiration of the art which framed it..
See this temple erected to the praise of self, and
these grounds made matter of speculation,
What feelings do they raise? Contempt! con-
tempt! contempt See rascals proclaimed good
men, and villains misnamed worthy citizens!
] What feelings do these excite? Disgust for the
hypocrisy of man.
! 10 my taste, no tomb has ever spoken half SO
much as the simple slab in st. Philips yard,
| bearing the one word IS Calhoun" What vol
umes Of thought does that one word raise! The
statesman stands before you in all his glory.
Let Carolina ladies build monument where
they will, but let them not insult the memory
of the dead by moving that simple stone which
graces his resting place. But here am deal
ing seriously with things, forgetting that we
should all follow the crowd; but here my soul
resists, and says the only place in which the
memory of the dead should be preserved with
shining beauty is in the hearts of those who love
and honor them. Let simple stone mark the
spot, that friends and admirers may know where
sleep the dead but this is all that man SHOULD
wish Virtue needs no gaudy parade, and vic'
should be ashamed of all such mockery.
NAPOLEON sHAyED-The following scene, a
given in the book of NJ. Chautard from Santini'
notes, is at once curious and amusing:
q The Northumberland was fifteen days out
We had passed Teneriffe, the heat was becoming
oppressive. Cypriana, to cool himself, hal
asked Santini to cut his hair. While this opera
ton was going forward in the forepart of tn
! ship, the Emperor, followed by General Gour
L
scene Of action. He expressed his surprise, ex
claiming, why, here is the old guardian of m
! portfolio become hairdresser Hethen turne
!. to Santini, and said to him in Ajaecio Patois
: when you have finished with him, you wi
cut my hair, do you hear; and have a car
how you cut it, Santini, having finished h
q task upon Cypriani, went to the Emperor
v cabin. 1t was not without painful emotion this
the Corsican mountaineer placed his hand upo
h that Imperial head about which the mark of
"a recently worn crown still remained-upon thu
N head in which those civilizing inspirations ha
! been elaborated which had altered the aspect
"a Europe. It was with trembling hand TIL
a Santini, knowing nothing of the hairdresser
10 art, began his task. He had hardly apple
4. the scissors when the Emperor said, with
laugh, to General Goargaud, Watch th
4 mountaineer, General, for if he fails to do
work well, we will have him thrown into Il
- sea- Then turning to his ualet de chan.by
II who was carefully collecting into serciet
NJ the severed hair, he added; sMarchand, look
ii this new hair-dresser, and tell me how he &c
ar on Although all this was said in kind al
or playful voice, the Emperors words so discoI
q. posed Santini that he pinched his masters Il
ss ear With the end of the scissors; whereupon t
4 Emperor, turning round, exclaimed in Corsic
al patois: Brigand, are you going to cut one
';s nv ears off General, throw this rascal in
y, rs the sea !s-s Sire! Sirel!' exclaimed Santi
W. pretending to be alarmed, Sire, was I
I'D here !'--s The brigand was not here when
80 was cutting my earl No, Sire, my mind h
NV wandered back to Ambleteuse. saw you 81
sr. rounded by your army, threatening the Goa