New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1854-09-13
Life ana Death, q Short aad true Stony.

One day last week, early in the morning, that
miserable conveyance which takes the poor and
friendIess dead to the City Cemetery at the citys
expense halted in front Of house in q street of
the southern part Of the city The driver
alignted from the wagon, entered the House, but
with another alike iisinterested looking man,
cofhn made OF rough boards The coffin was
placed on the wagon, and it made speed over the
deserted streets toward the Cemetery.
\ Not one followed tine wagon with q sorry look !;
not one stood at her grave with beating heart,
when the earth fell upon the coffin; and yet,
this coffin contained the corpse Of . lady who
once was sincerely adored by hundreds; who
once was honored, exto1led, enyied in society;
who could command riches. and who, but few
years ago, before she trod the shoresof this con-
tinent, could expect happy and contented
old age
! This lady was Rosa Nescbemi, the daughter
of an immensely wealthy Polish nobleman. In
early youth she was taken to the Imperial Court
OF Austria, where, in her eighteenth year, she
was married to French nobleman, who was
also very rich. Rosa Nesehemi lived many long
and happy years, partly upon the possessions
Of her husband, partly travelling through Ger
manys Spain, Italy and England, and gave birth
to three sons, who received the best education,
and upon whom the eyes of the parents rested
with great pride. "a s. 49,.
But then The July Revolution at Paris came
Rosa's husband took a considerable and active
part In it, and on the 28th he fell from the effect
Of three shots which he received. His name is
still honored with place on the column on the
Place de la Bastiie. 49,, sar7+
vi the sons, the Oldest one, an exceedingly
gifted young man, was surprisingly successful
IN Spain, and was, at that time, private secre-
tary to King Ferdinand After the Kings
death he removed 70 q villa in the neighborhood
Of Valencia. where, as is believed, he fell prey
to the dagger Of an assassin .
His second SON, who had Joined himself to the
ministers Of the Church, was an especial favor
of Pope Gregory. He died also soon after that
event. .t4. 4s..s ~ aAs.sa5s yT)
The third son, yet very ypung, remained With
his mother, who found an asylum in SWitzer-
land, whittier she carried the remnants Of her
ruined fortune. In his sixteenth year, he left
his mother and came to America. In New Or
leans he soon found employment, and earned
much money. Bad associations, and his own
inclination TO dissipation, caused him to deviate
from the proper path, and some five years ago
he grasped at the last and most contemptible
means to save his credit-he persuaded his old
mother to cross the ocean. She could mot refuse
the prayer Of her only son, and arrived. She
succeeded in bringing with her six thousand
dollars, which sum was spent by her son In
short time. About year ago be ended his
career in New Orleans; being employed as
deputy sheriff, he killed a. Creole by stabbing
him. He escaped to California. and his old
mother, to whom New Orleans naturally became
D place of extreme hatred turned her steps to-
ward st. Louis g5Sz ~
One day last week, early in the morning, the
miserable city hearse conveyed the remains of
| Rosa Neschemi to the last unWept for resting
place. Such is life!