New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1854-02-10

taking the ordinary degree Of B. A., and a pod
medal for an English poem on Sculpture"
The summer vacations were passed in pedestrian
rambles-the young student, upon one occasion,
joining the migrations of a Gipsy tribe! He
was afterwards cornet for a short time in n
cavalry regiment. When member for Lincoln,
ne published a political pamphlet called :" The
Cflsis, which, We are told produced an effect
never equaled IN later times by similar produc-
tons 1t materially conduced to the parliament
tary majority that the wings at the time OBJ
tanned, and Lord Melbourne offered the writer
one Of the lordships of the admiralty. with as
surances Of rapid promotion ssThouph Bull
wer'a income was at that time mainly derived
from his literary labors, he, however, declined
.he Fremier's offer, partly because he could not
lower his own spirit of Independence by accept
ing what the public would naturally construe
the writer, and partly, no doubt, because litera-
ture protered to him more pleasing attrac-
zion, ana more permanent repute''
The "Lady Of Lyons was written without
much preparation. Mr.. Macready had lust un-
dertaken the management of Covent Garden,
with the honorable design Of restoring the Eng
lish drama. One evening the manager, speak
ing to Bulwer Of his fears and risks said, ssOh,
i'll could get q play like the HONEYMOON p
In less than fortnight from that evening. the
"Lady Of Lyons was written, and in Mr.. Ma
cready's hands. The play was produced with
out the name of the author. On the first night
Of the performance, Bulwer was speaking in the
House of Commons, and entered the theatre
just in time to see the curtain drop amidst the
rapturous applause of the audience. 1t was
about this time that, the occasion of her pres
ent haJestys coronation, Lord Melbourne re-
commended the selection Of two representatives
of science and literature for the honor of the
naronetcy Sir John Herschel was named by
the Premier for one, and BulEer for the other.
| New York Post
| LONDON AUTHORS. Il found it thus a nerpet
ual resource to light up the COMMONPLACE scene
/ and conventional manners around with The mn
fading hues of intellectual rcnown. London
bridge has been modernized, but the walls of the
bishop Of Winchester's house, beyond its south
ern extremity, yet remain and within them
| Dyer, author of ss The Fleece lived and died.
and Sir Kenelm Digby, while prisoner, wrote.
| In Southwark is the site Of the very inn
whence Chaucer's pilgrims went forth. Iimag-
ined the scent of new-mown hay in Little Tower
street, because Thomson composed Summer
there; in Great Portland street reflected with
sadness that the genius or literary hero wor-
ship, In the shape Of Bozzy, expired Leices-
ter square was more patrician to nay eye because
1t had been familiar with the presence, as resi-
dents, OF Reynolds, Hogarth, Burke, Newton,
John Hunter, and KOsciusko-reprentatiye of
| the whole circle Of science, art, humor, states-
manship, and patriotism
Steele used to look out of the window Of
's The Garter :" in st. James street. and there
| fore it seemed more fruitful of humanity; and
the cofee-houses of the same name would fain
| have explored since Goldsmith's ss Retaliation
| was therein suggested Crabbe Moore, Swift,
and Scott, l called up in Bury street, where
| they used to lodge. The bookstore of Evans
| was IN Pail Mall, and left charm behind, since
| it was favorite haunt of Akenside Pope and
Walpole.
| Penn lived in the southwest corner Of Norfolk
street, which, in the twilight, methought wore
wa quaker solemnity; and in Bread street,
| where Milton was born, at the same hour,
could almost hear the song-ss Drink to me only
with thine eyes," for there stood "The Mer-
maid tavern, that rendezvous of its author
ben Johnson,) Shakespeare, Raleigh ana Spen-
ser.
loved to think of Bacon's essays when pass
ing under the high stone wall of Gray's Inn
| whence many of them were dated; and, ir Bow
street, hailed the traditionary home of Field
ing, Waller, and according to g The Specta-
tor Sir Roger de Coverley and it was myste-
riousy delectable to consider, in Lincoln's Inn,
that Cromwell. Sir Thomas More, Sir Matthew
Hale, Mans6ld, and Erskine, were once enrolled
amongst the students. [Tuckermans Month in
England. @
A DIscoNsoLATE WIDow.---Less than five
weeks ago, young man in Medford died after q
brief illness, leaving young and interesting
wife. The fair one mourned his early decease,
but her grief was not such as often crushes the
Life blood from the heart Her weeds gave
new charm to her beauty-she won the heart Of
sympathizing friend; and tempered her grief
by listening to his tale of love and on Tuesday
last the pair were married. The grass has not
yet began to spring upon her late husband S
grave. [Boston Chronicle. =
Widows griefs are short lived Once upon q
r11O nriar oil Sfo
woman was called upon to mourn the death Of
| her lord. AS she loved him in life with all the
fervor of adorations her grief at his decease was
violent and inconsolable. She filed the air with
complaints; declared herself the most wretched
of women; and in the intensity of her grief mad q
VOW that she should wed no new lord till the
stream which ran by her bower should reverse
its course. A few weeks after she was observed
busily en- ngdged an dammiag up the stream {
Goldsmith, in his 8. Citizen Of the World -
relates similar story. lady on the death
of her husband, vowed that she would not mar
ry another till the grave of her first loved per-
| sonally moistened by her own and the tears of
1 heaven, should have become dry Not many
days after the dear creature was seen vigorously
tanning the grave, in order that it might be-
come the sooner dry.
/ The NIGHT SIDE OF LovE-Midnight yelled
the heavens with infinite blackness as Hans Won
1 leooSaoduu1 ctopp0u lIul tHc OFSleu ndt1b Oh LQG
Kinkel Lager Hans Zum Saus and Braus The
foam of the beer still dashed his wild beard, and
the murmur of the evening breeze mingled in
his soul with cries for &c anoder pretzelp' and
s'pring in de Lager" and the trilling Of harps
and pianos-for it had been concert night.
!" Kat-a-ri- H' he cried from the bottom of
his heart and voice, ssKat-a-ri rina ! komm
herausr'
The breeze sighed in the vine leayes-the
| waves rippled-all was still
Once more in agony arose that cry" Kat
a-ri-na!'
Deep from the recesses of second story
window murmured an answer
ssyAtr kom heraus -
"Vot-you ront kom out!' roared Hans, in
all the grief of rejected love. s'Den you goes
nit der teufel and be dondered! Gotshimmel-
reuzschockschwerenoth y
A brick flew from his hand, SKINNED through
the misty air-there was the jingle of broken
glass--a cry in female Dutch-and-all was
silent.
Still wanders il dark midnights the spectral
form Of Hans Won Rosenbaum around that dwell
ling, still rings from the window the ghostly
cry of MIA come heraus, still wings its way on
the night wind a phantom brick and still
4 the benighted traveller hears at last dismal
wall in Dutch. All things in Heaven and on
Earth no. anhood nd al in fhnir 1bDsts