New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1856-04-07
a,E1g rgER FROM GRGsGEMTA.

Well Crescent, how did you enjoy the "Mf ball the
other night for lam sure had brief glimpse of
your sunny countenanco there. AS for myself, Time
sped only too FAST his wings were tipped with double
refined gold, ween What a gay concourse filled
the rooms, to all eyes the motley pageant was fair and
glitterng, yet who can tell how many aching hearts
were there eonnterfeitng the garb of mir Yet eyes
seemed bright, smiles cleaning and the twinkling
feet OF some OF the dancers seemed like little mice
peeping from meath their sparkling skirts. That
"Al'' Polka was q somewhat ludicrous thing, espe-
ciay the hi part of it. thought at first there was
a general melee, it startled me so.
And oh, what glorious quizzng l did indulge in
that night and how bissfully was quizzed in turn
there is something very pleasant in giving the reins
to mirth for few hours and fully resigning oneself
to all the abandon of innocent glee and froc. We
live our young life DER again, and seem to tread the
rose strewn path Of youth. ny a~b
told you, Crescent, Twas busy in the garden pre-
pairing for summer fruits and fragrant boquets where
with to favor my friends You should see how bright
and smiling every thing looks. Spring las tapped
with her magic rod upon the frosty earth and her
reluctant lap hath showered forth green leaves and
buds Of promise. The modest violet is now lifting
its purple head meath the dark green tuft that
sheltered it from the advances of the bold marauder
March, and the gentle crocus and snow drop are
peeping forth to welcome April with an All Hail.
The vine which few days since seemed sere and
dead is robng itself in dress of pale golden green
and giving cheering signs of luscious fruit to melt
upon the tongue. The delicate white blossom of the
strawberry is now showing DER the ground. The tiny
figs are dancing the wind tossed boughs until one
fears they will lose their hold and rob us of the
promised treat, while nice little ingyons" are
sproutng forth the taper Shoots and crisp lettuce and
still cisper radsh tempting us to pluck and eat
Who would not steal away from the busy turmoil of
the city for the cool green fields, where
The gowans tipped with fringe of rcd
shoots up its modest head-for shady lanes, and
running brooks of the country side, where one could
more fill their lungs with long breath of pure air
unmnged withthe gas, dust and smoke that surrounds
us here. for one intend an April froic, for I am
much too impatient to await May day-a picnic
somewhere out of town would enable one to pass a
few hours happily, and reit and brace them to en-
counter the cares of hum-drum citylifc.
Did you ever climb cherry tree and eat the luscious
fruit fresh from the bough where it strives to hide its
tempting head meath leaves, green as fresh broker
emeralds So, in fancy every day that passes do ea
figs gathered thus and expect to eat them in reality
ere long. And you, Crescent, may expect a crysta
bowl, dripping with fine sweet cream and grated
sugar, oerlaid with figs-golden in hue-is not the
picture tempting?
Ihave been somewhat gay lately, attending concerts
operas, etc. The other night Ole Bull completely
bewitched me. I think he has certainly inherited
Paganni's enchanted violin the sweet dulcet notes
drawn forth by him certainly proceed from nothing
save an enchanted instrument.
Did you attend the Gaiety to hear Vestvali and
Almonti2 if not, you missed treat in vocal music
am no great admirer of operate singing but must
say for once could not cavil. But must close this
it's late and
"Evening has let her curtain down
And pinned it with star.'