New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1854-09-12

SLEEP AND UEATH.--Ihe Angels of Sleep and
Death, locked arm in arm, wandered over the
earth. II was evening. They laid themselves
down upon lofty hill that overlooked the hab-
itations of man A mournful stiffness reigned
around, broken only by the evening bells, whose
sound came only from the distant hamlet. ST.
lent and speechless as their wont, these benef-
cent guardian angels Of mankind Law in close
embrace, till nights dark mantle fell around
them. Then the Angel Of Sleep rose from his
messy couch, and scattered with noiseless hand
the invisible seeds Of slumber The evening
wind carried them to the silent dwellings, of the
weary husbandman. Soon sweet sleep EMBODIED
in it's gentle embrace the inmates of the rural
cottages-from the gray haired sire, whose tot
tering steps staff supports, to the infant in its
cradle. The sick forgot his pains, the mourner
his sorrow, the poor his cares, All eyes were
closed. His task being finished, this benevolent
Angel again lay down by his sterner brothers
side. 'tWhen morning Breaks cried he, with
happy innocence, "all the world will bless me
as their friend and benefactor Oh what 10y,
thus to do good in secret and unseen. How
happy are we, invisible messengers Of the good
spirit! How beautiful is our quiet Office p
Thus spake the Angel of Slumber. The Angel
Of Death gazed upon him in silent sadness, while
tears, such as immortals weep, stood in his large
dark eyes. I" Ahw said he, sswould that /,
like you, could rejoice in cheerful thanks; but
the world calls me its foe and joy.destroyern
!" Oh my brother" answered the Angel Of
Slumber, will not every good man, upon ava;
kening, recognize in thee his friend, and CRATE
fully bless thee? Are we not brothers and chill
dren Of one father !" So he spake. The tear
fnl eyes of the Angel of Death shone with a
CLEAN of pleasure, while he pressed his gentler
brother more tenderly to his heart
TRUE COURTESY. This. is real courtesy"
said Mr.. Giles, in his lecture on Don Quixote,
s that which has reverence for womanhood in
the sex; the courtesy which has respect for
others than the rich, and the young; it is dis,
tinct from the courtesy which blooms only in
the smile of love and beauty, and withers and
cools down in the atmosphere of poverty, age
and toll. Show me the man who can quit the
brilliant society of the young to listen to the
kindly voice of age; who can hold cheerful con-
verse with one whom years has deprived Of
charms. Show me the man who is as willing to
help the deformed who stands in need of help,
as if the blush of Helen mantled on her cheek !;
show me the man who would no more look
rudely at the poor girl in the village than at
the elegant and well dressed lady in the saloon
show me the man who treats unprotected
maidenhood as he would the heiress, surrounded
by the powerful protection of rank, riches and
family; show me the man who abhors the liber-
tines gibe, who shuns as a blasphemer the ira
Queer Of his mothers sex; who scorns as he
would coward the ridiculer of womanly fol-
bles or the exposer of womanly reputation ;
show me the man who never forgets for an in
slant the delicacy, the respect that is due to
woman as woman In any condition or class !;
show me such man, and you show me gen
tleman-nay, you show me better, you show me
true Christian