The Weekly comet. [volume] (Baton Rouge, La.) 1853-1855, 1855-04-08
1'tiE CDacEnr ON THURSDAY.

| Ut CUIfttEt tftth tUiuS WI VII ! HHiN-
day evening at Mrs. Fishers school
was something worth listening too
There was quite iltnbe' present -
The young Indies performed their pie
ces exceedingly we'll and were highly
applanded Louisiana's prnudest
daughters were there with golden
tresses floating over The fair brows.
like trunnt sunbeams, and The starry
love light cleaning and deepening in
their dep blue eyes. There were
many there. that an Artist would have
pronounced more than beautiful; but
not brow On which your eyes could
rest nrre lovingly, not form you
could take closer to your heart than
that of ****
He brow was as placid as sum
mer lake ard the bland smile which
sa. on her lip was as unchnnging as
ii carved in stone. My eyes fairly
risited upon the surprising beauty Of
the young angel-and well might |
gaze -fot SO wonderfully beautiful
being night never see again. Her
hair was Of light color, aud her eyes
Of i deep blu, were now bent down
aud yelled by The long lashes that res
ted On her silken cheek, her npse w s
delitately formed, and her mouth, its
beauty could be felt but never told -
As she looked down she appeared the
very persuiiitieation Of angelic mild
ness but when she raised her head,
when her lips gave utterance to that
ttenderly passionate music, her deep
blue eye by its flashing brillianey, by
its burning lustre told but too plainly
Of the mighty passions that her White
and swelling bosom covered aud Der
vocc---Oh | ii was tue very soul
gushing forth in song--deep thrilling
inelodious song-thns she sang:
oh long ID lie, dear mo,he-
On. the the cool and fragrant grass
With the calm blue sky above tny head,
And the shaduwy clouds that pass, he.
A strange feeling crept over me
and sat listening. as il spell bpund,
until the last note Of the sweet music
died away. The excitement Of the
hearers was becoming tremendous -
She seemed to 1--we stolen natures
long hidden secret and attraction. Il
have listened TO Jenny Lind and ina.
ny others, but never heard anything
in the form Of singing even reiyctely
approsiina,ing to the voice % this
sweet singer. Just then | coveted
the spirit Of poesy, that | might de-
clare in measured numbers the depth
Of administration. and love "tllai dwell
III my soul but the sacred refusing inc
their inspiration Memory eame to
my relief with Byron's charming
words
Who can view the ripened rose nr seek
r wearit2 Who cali cariulsly behold
The smo, tiness and the shreeh NJ beauty's cheek
Nor feel the heart can never grow cold
] must lause here AS TIE poet
falters when Niagcra is his theme !; MS
the painter drops his pencil when he
seeks to portray beyond the skill Of
man to initiate. 81 my pen hesitates
as my heart reminds me how feeb, it
is to sketch faithfully one half the
charms Of t swtt s,nge Mr.. Ed
itor my cigar is burnt out, and my
midnight taper too. 50 | cannot indul.
ge in poetry any longer but must seek
tired natures sweet restorpr. balmy
sleep. BRIGHT EYE.
q. s. Brig Po,poise supposed to
be Lost The New York Journal Of
Commerce publishes the following ex-
tract from letter from an officer Of
the U. s. Steam Frigate Powhatap,
dated Hong Kong, January IA:
We have great fears that the U. s
brig porpoise is lost, With all on board.
She sailed from here with the Vincen.
',es early in September last, and when
nine days ont parted company with
the Y. since when nothing has been
heard Of Ter. The two vessels, in
case Of being separated. were to rem.
devious at BONN Island. The Vim.
cinnes, shortly after her arrival there,
experienced terrible gale Of wind,
and although sheltered from the sea
by the high fana around, it blew so
hard that she was obliged to put down
fur anchors To keen frnn heinz drix. |