The daily comet. [volume] (Baton Rouge, La.) 1850-1856, 1854-04-29

4 TIE WsAfnER.-We never say
anything abont 90 whimsical and ca
precious an individualas that very on
cient--venerable, and thereof honor
able parsonage, the weather The
reason why we do not do 50, is no'
only because others are continual,
doing It, but because we are ourselves
governed ~ rules Of the utmost reg
ularity, and therefore have no respect
for an individual, who is continually
shlfting audtvisting about in defiance
Of all the rules Of propricty, and to the
chagrin and modification Of Almanac
makers and others. The Weather is not
one Of our standing themes, and there.
fore we may be INDUCED onthis occas-
sion for giving notice ofone oflii stran-
gest freaks, imam article Of a few lines
over the prescribed length, for weather
notices.
On Friday morning-without pre-
vious notice, the wind shifted, sending
the thermometer down to within the
region Of 90 Q and ordering out blan-
ket coats, and heavy undergarments
in the most pre-emptory manner. -
Does the Oldest inhabitant remember
to have seen Fahrenhight sent down
to 60 Q so near the First Of May p
We presume NOT; and infer from the
fact, that the weather us well as other
things is progressive. Our readers
need hardly be informed now Of the
fact, that astronomers with the aid Of
philosophers are agreed that our whole
solar system, is but small matter
moving with the sun--the planets
and their satellites, abouta great CEN
ire common to the whole universe, and
located in the region Of the Pleiades.
Is it not reasonable then, to suppose
that the poles change The science
Of Geology conclusively proves the
fact. Changes are thus brought about
in the earth's formation--and even in
the atmosphere and it is not unreas-
enable to suppose that, at some future
period Of time, man may be a differ
ent looking animal from what he now
is and the people then, may look
back on this race, with the contempt
for our barbarous customs, that we
now have, for our German cousins
the ourang- Outang family.
MALrDRAN's ToMB.--Poor Malibran,
one Of the few theatrical women one
takesan interest in, sleeps at Lacken
close to Brussels, in the prettiest
churhyard in all Belgium: just the |
green, sunny, tranquil place that a
should be. Her grave is
covered by an anomalous sort Of build
ing, that would look like a summer
house if it had open windows. Ex-
pecting nothing from the ungraceful- |
ness of the exterior you are startled
when you look through small aper-
,ure in tie iron door, and find the in
ner gloom lighted up by q white mar
bic statue--the figure, as Of an ascend
ng angel, SO spiritually fair you might
AXE it for vision. The bare foot is
ust parting from the earth-the robes
seems already to have begun to float,
md the head and face, now in the full
ight under the glazed roof, stepped and
golden glow from the last level rays Of
he setting sun. Seen thus, the sym
'ol takes an intenser meaning-the
piritual part already in the light, and
'lmost in the presence of God. No
ong transition-no floating upward
md onward past sun and star; the
asst touch Of earth, the first glimpse Of
ZONE for the soul-beaming face looks
creme and satisfied-a mirror of the
'eace that passeth all understanding.
To- It is said, though upon what
uthnritu we know not TINT the ,rifc