The Weekly comet. [volume] (Baton Rouge, La.) 1853-1855, 1855-06-03
Pleasure-Unaiuit uitcFated Pleasure.

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its in close companonship, and every thin!
conspiriDg to make him feel comlorta 'lc-
when he may take GLIB pen in hand ap'
travel any where On paper without The
fear OF running against anything that may
knock bis brains out; or even uectl !.
with any one to deny his position !" il
does seem that thls or.ht 10 Q the acme
the climax ot earthly felicity. TO ac,
count Tor pIca>ure-unadu!terated pleas,
ure, no man can; and tie why and the
wherefore that il il so; is a matter Of
no consequence 50 'tS so,
| On Saturday evening, again, our sentl-
mental seeker after local news items, found
| himself on that coo and shady road leading
off directly down TO Manchac Past
horses, fast drver-Iast company-n t
however in too much haste not to stop by
the way side to water the horses and re-
ceive the hospitabe stnic Of Dr. - on
the LETT hand side. Going at two for
1yo pace. until the bill of the cut off is ar
rived at, and then the times is narrowed TO
"two thirty n-steep hi|l--narrow road
wide ditch y ractrous horse on the left,
a slight whip touch turns his mead to the
right-ard then all THROWN out into the
gully. What Of that-a man only stnooths
his hat to have it rump'ed and mashed, and
the fur knocked off When he straps him
self down. he knows lull well that sooner
or later he must be split up, and his pants,
which are the admiration Of his soul, rent
in pieces. Carry-a'I right side w, and in
few minutes more, cutting the niles. off
the cut off, and narrowing the di tance to
anothrr Ball on tr Manchac A flash Of
light, points gut the scene where beauty is
assembled Striving with itself TO eclipse
itself Onr sentimental man enters, and
is con(ouned with the brIIljancy-strong
light-vigorors music, ard r daughters
skipping about in such 'ab'eaux Of con
ccn.rated hcanty--that we look "A bove, for
counterpart 10 the picture, Our sentl-
mental man cannot endure the scene, with
ont calling on foreign aid, to stay the spirit
within him, from ruUnln. riot. At
neighborng house is he taken in. by gener-
Gus host, to nols'c,si.Is clay, and is called
back 70 the tangea>sa world OF actual ex-
istence. ElaIch 10 marensonnbicnsS, he re-
turns to the gay and festive scene. and be-
ing a batrhclor is made king. Never
was klng without a nate--Sans Queen;
indeed the elminr of authority, would be
lame indeed without.
"Instcad Of the ceptre and the mace,
bunch 81 flowers from fairy hand,
And then by law u nectriuc kiss,
Makes one Il King, in tlis most happy land. "
What a beautiful custom is this! But
hold, We 20 too fast and loose too much
to sppcu'at" ~ this most wtss Indulgence
Here comes Miss J D., the tarcst lilly
on the Manrhac Her light elastic step
her coal black eye, with power to look M
to the souls protoundc>t depth staggcrs a
host o, admirers, who, in obedience to at
tractive law, flock eagerly about her
Here are the three graces in living en-
bo iment, the Misses A., sisters ju
beauty. And Miss T.. h with the
rose tingc Of fresh youth aud beauty Talk
on ye kraves OF City bcau'ieS--lal into
raptures. and misquotc the poets on the
beauty Of The city--'ts all tci-ued come
here on Manchac. and one moment, glarce
will suffice 10 paraiizc, and strike you
.mmb Here is Mss Delia-- Miss Re-
becca Ii Miss 4. A of Req Stick,
and the Misses OC- OF Third Street |
Miss o F--n with ringl"ts flowing
wild a modest beauty. whose teatue
tell Of lovely and gentle mind.
How poverty stricken is language when we
cone to paint peace and happiness within !
How weak are words, and senseless are
the best formed IDEAS! Let us. as before
give up the pictu9, and leave il, in ,,nGn-
l>hed state; one must see, to feel, and feel |
in. must hold his tongue or make fool of
himself
What touches us most on the Nanchac |
is the genuine hospitality of its peoples
lis this that makes our hand tremblc,
when we come TO spesA of it, The hour
ot midnight has arrived. and the dial points
to the small hours-tis "Whit Sunday"
and we must lie home to hear prayers, Tor
he ind dImlnlsh he'd sins of the world