New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1854-05-15
NUMBER 81.

PLEASANT WoRDs.-The N. Y Post is publish
ing a series of descriptive letters from Hayti, |
from the pen of one of the editors of that Journal
In the last number mention is made Of an excel |
lent trait in the character of the Haytians,
which might be copied with advantage to some,
if not many, in this country. We have often
been panied at the very abrupt manner of speak
ing to domestics, especially at table. How much
more pleasant would it be for such employees
were they addressed with some regard to their
feelingssinstead of dictatoria1 abruptness. The
editor Of the Post writes:
1t is due to the Haytians of all colors and
classes to say, that, so far as their external
intercourse with each other is concerned, they
are probably the politest people in the world.
1t is almost the first thing that strikes an Ameri
can when ne lands among them Itpervades all
classes and conditions The humblest peasants
in their intercourse with each other, as we'll as
with these in higher sphere, present. In this
respect, an example which might be studied with
profit by my own countrymen Of every rank 1t
is very rare thing for Haytian to pass per
SON in the street, whether an acquaintance or
not, without saluting him; a woman is always
saluted. No Haytian ever enters shop, how
ever humble, or asks a market woman, whose
whole stock may not be worth single Spanish
dollar, the price of her bananas, without the
preliminary courtesy of a bow or some courteous
word.
Nothing is more common than for driving
| man in business in New York to thrust his head
into his neighbor's counting-room, an old ac-
quaintance, too, perhaps, and ask, abruptly !:
's What is -four to-day 2: or, IS How are bills on
| London" The person addressed, nothing sur
prised, responds as abruptly, and parties sepa-
rate with apparently as little interest in each
other as two chips that casually meet each
other for moment in an eddy Such manners
| would at once be tabooed in Hayti. No class
would tolerate them. / remember some marked
rebukes administered to aequantances of mine
| who had thoughtlessly overlooked these minor
| morals which illustrate this feature of the Hay
| tian civilization. One of the delinauents, who
was prominent merchant, went one morning
quite early, and in great haste, to a store, and
abruptly asked the porter, who was sweeping
out, if the proprietor, calling him by name, was
in? The porter stopped sweeping, and looking
| up with an sir of mingled astonishment and
anger. after briefpause, broke forth in Creole
&c P0afrq,toi on niGnde pour M. -Auguste, sans
dire boajour ~ (Why do you ask for Mr.. Au-
guste without saving good morning y My
| friend, whose mind had been very much pre-.
occupied, at once discovered the error he had
made, and hastened to make the usual comp1i-
mentary inquiries about the porter's health and
| the weather, which soon set everything right
| and restored his habitual good nature, after
| which he gave the information very cheerfully
! Mr. Bird, the faithful Baptist minister in Port
au Prince, mentioned to me another case, where
he received still more stern rebuke for his in
difference to this small change of social inter-
course. He called at the residence of one of his
parishioners, and knocked As he received no
a swer from within, he turned to some women
who were ironing before the door of q little
shanty in the yicinity-they were presumed to
be washerwomen--and asked if the family he
wished to visit (naming them) were out. They
gave him no answer. fsHe asked again; they
were still silent, though he had his eyes fixed
upon theirs, and was sure that they had heard
manner ''.Nonsieur, nous ne sonmes pas
digae defre salue ~ Care we not worthy, sir,
of being saluted y
We are quite too Indifferent in the United
States, about this matter, which, to be sure
may be only skin deep, but yet serves almost as
important purpose in our social economy as
the skin does in our animal economy, 1t spare.
our feelingsa great many bruises. confess, I
never felt the characteristic rudeness and blunt
ness of the American people so effectualIy re
buked, as by the example of the Haytian peas
anry,
} LADY BULwER.-A correspondent of NeE
York paper, writing from London, refers as fol
lows to Lady Bulwer and her new book
| DulWeT LybtUu lakes tOf mAkeS) tn
opportunity of attacking her husband in hel
new novel. That, by the way, is published b,
a Mr. Street, that has made some wag say tha
she must be reduced, indeed, to take to thu
street, The pun is exorable, (not mine, / dc
assure you) but the fact is that the usua
publishers of novels have been compelled to de
cline her ladyships works, on account of theil
scurrility. 1t would seem, indeed, as if sh,
put pen to paper mainly to abuse her husband
| 30, I
peared as lecturer at Edinburgh. Seven and
twenty years ago, when she married, she wa
one of the loveliest young women in London,
good tempered, fair spoken, handsome Irish wo
man. Roslna Wheeler was charming crea
ture, then she is now mere virago He
mother was strong minded woman, (who
after she became widow, lived under the pro
lection of o gentleman at Cork, commonly
called Philosopher Thompson and perhap
early training and bad examples helped to spoi
the daughter. Some of your more curiou
readers may like to know that Bulwer himself il
forty-nine years old, and his wife forty y.seven
The ladys new novel is called Behind tn
Scenes and among its characters Sir e. Bul
wer Lytton figures as Mr.. Ponsonby Ferrars
with his friend Disraeli as Mr.. Issachar Ben
araby"
This is hard reality. By way Of contrast. W
cannot refrain from subjoining Campbell's ex
quiste lines written many years ago. addressed
to Bulwer on the birth of his chill !, the mothe
Of which was the present Lady Bulwer.
My heart is with you Bulwer. and portrays
The blessings of your first paternal days
To clasp the pledge of purest hottest faith,
| To taste ones own and love-born infants breath
/ l know, would for worlds forget the bliss
| I've felt that to father's heart that kiss
| As oer its little lips you smile and cling
Has fragrance which Arabia could not bring
| Such are the joys, ill mock'd in ribald song
! In thought, evil fresh ming life our lifetime-ong
That give our souls on earth heaven drawn bloom
| Without them we are weeds upon tomb.
Joy be to thee and her whose lot with thine
Propltisus stars saw truth and passion tYiDe
Joy be to her who in your rising name
Feels loves bower brighten'd by the beams of fame
Lacked fathers claim to her-but knew
Regard for her young years so pure and true
That, whenshe at the altar stood your bride,
sire could scarce have felt more sire-like pride.
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<sWHERE SHALL | Pass THE EVENING :"-Thi
is the title of new piece now being performed
at the Varieties in Paris. A Frenchman wher
a bachelor was in the habit of spending all hi
evenings at the house of one of his friends,
lawyer, who was constantly kept from homt
until late at night; his charming wife amused
the bachelors long evenings One day he heart
the lawyer was dead; he burst into tears
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