New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1856-06-02
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0ne o. Clock.


Hark /! the he'll has sounded the first note OF the
funeral march 81 day. Time with relentless finger
has pushed on the hour hand, and pointed towards
tie shadows Of evening. The hours past have passed
u happily, sometimes merriy, and whilst the. coming
Of night is now looked forward to- still remembrance
III tie morning sun is bright Id The sky. 4$s#
But now that the morning has said 4 good bye till
The morrow how eagerly do we seek to make mp the
account Of onr5 daily duties matters forgotten en-
gagements overlooked, and plans incompleted crowd
upon Us. So whilst the day IS slowly doffng its
bright costume for the waiting bed of evening, NE
are halTying and gexing because g we've no time TO
n lose. PCT
gain rings cut the anvil, and blows the bellows.
The ship yard and the shop, the city and the country
are again alive with the breath of labor. The me
chanic has said bye.bye to the little ones and is
again intent upon his daily toll The farmer resumes
his pongh hande, or his sickle, and With energy alla
care gives his attention to The OF
OF his crop. And upon his labor how much depends
the pleasures even the well being OF others. me
bread We eat, and many the Injuries we let flnger
On our palate the that substantial
thrift make ID Tile Of the loy, and the
H choice delicaees and ripe, fruits which adorn
The tables Of the wealthy alike the products Of his
careful toll Whilst the farer, with tntored eye
and sifeate brow each field and bush, and
trse, i thought Of the many dependant upon him
may proudly ninge with high anticipa Of good
return f,r bis labor and comforts for those he holds
most dear. @
b The merchant and his clerks still ply their busy
sens and The barkeeper is yet content TO tell that
Two and two make four The drays and other yehi-
Iss iostle one another in the crowded Streets and
each lace bears the impress Of pleasure anxiety as
the owner may be careless of the lapse Of time,
anxious to keep pace with It's flight.
& Tho bell strikes one Sweet sleep is gently
pressing down the eye-lids Of innocence. Pleas
ant dreams are lowering round the bedside Of
him who has well and fifty earned his rest Qnietness
has long since sat down upon the doorstep Of home
The tall trees nodding at one another the flowers
are whispering with the night wind, and the leaves
drink lii The grateful dew So, tits one o'clock at
night in the country. How different is the city's
scene. From many a parlor or saloon the gag laugh
Of the votarea Of pleasure, is heard; and music oft
times introduces US to the presence Of Terpsichore.
Along the streets, the drowsy Watchmen are awak-
ened by the Drawings Of some worshipper Of BAG
ehns, taggerng homeWards, or perehance, the loud
rattle and the hurried step, tells that deed that
night alone can look upon, has been committed.
e Listen, listen 70 the hour 5ss 53t #s#.
One strikes from the old church tower;
Ye who now with shame and fear,
Thiering, steal through pathways drear. Y
The physician hurriedly drives along the almost
deserted Streets seeking the couch Of the suffering
Of and perhaps be whose calling it is to minis
ter to the wants Of the soul prayerfuIy asks for the
}iIaWning Of q brighter morn than mortal eyes may
look upon.
50, It's one O'clock at night in the city.