New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1856-01-16
3 1yEs1, BaToN ROYCE CORRESPONDENTS
WEsr BATON ROUGE, Jan. III 1856.


The roads to Baton Rouge are muddy,
+ And I'm out Of brandy"
IT. gentlemen your city presents as cold, bleak anu
dreasy aspect the country does to-day snen ooo
help the suicides will undertake to say that the cei0
brated Dr. Kane In all his hyperborean travels never
saw such weather az we now have in this mmeaAae
latitude Last night neighbor OF mine ost IouE
actually frozen to death. This mornings " my assss
sstonishment When got up found my ass stu IN MS
sta,Id.ad as nail in q door, I" Cold, cold my ass"
thou wilt never bray again Old Winter with his hoary
FROST will soon pass awayglorious spring VAL toioW
quickly in his footstepsthe birds will sing nthey IN
the treeg-he rose the esaamine and the violet Will put
On their gayest dressesbu thou en- my ass Will NOS DO
hare to see them Thy ustrous namesake e defeated
candidate will ask for thee and my SAD tse to
will drop tear in memory o. tnee. 5ssf
Our crops are long since gathered with only excep
tion Mesprs Conrad Chinp aud most Of them shipped
sod and the money spent So, please say to good
friends the sugar buyers that sugar sugar. what little
there ID left Of the present crop.
During the Christmas holidays we had some most de-
ghsfu parties in parnh. At one OF them given by
our excellent friend Mr. B., we had gathering of the
bellies and beaus of the parish. Beauty and wit wine
and song, the play and the Dance made it Of tho
most pleasant parties attended One Of most
promising young boods who, strange to say just
reading for the first time, Warren's Ten Thousand
Yearly amused himself very much by naming certain
persons after certain characters in the novel For in
stance he called our Oily Cannon, Qurk and another
Snap. certain gentleman named Mr.. Tittebst Tit
mouse but called him Tity forEshort Another gen.
tlemsn who played the "Organ Grinder" we dubbed
sir Toby Belch. The ladies entered hugely into these
various and for the rest of the evening the
parties known and called only by their respective
soubrquets Thus passed this delightful evening in good
feeling song and Dance sentiment and Irritation, until
he sua houra of sent
their several homes the young with aching
hearts, and others with aching heads to drowsy pillows
day two after this party way to Baton Rouge
picked up in the road paper in the beautiful hand
writing Of lady. This paper have copied, aud send
you The fair writer has evidently been reading Long
fellows Hawasha, you will she has adopted the
metre of that celebrated poem
"Listen Mary, listen to me- -
You did ask me, If loved him
Love, they say is blind my Mary, M h-4S-
As blind as bat or youngest puppy;
But still cannot love him, Mary, s .5
No, never, Mary, never love him.
e Mr. Titmouse! Lord have mercy! t5'-
Why didn't you hear them call him Tttty,
Oh Titty h&-ha--Ihtp Tstty.
Now did you ever? No never ..-.-.-
~ Heard the like in all my life r..I. 49,. 4&a ~
Since was first little baby.
hi swell, Oily Gammonsn-He's too ugly, 5a
Then they say he's very c~dv,
And the young men of the Parish
Gy Meet him in sequestered places;
Besides he is politician lg pr g. 70.
4 Of the Knowing Nothing order. lEaM s.
Oh! Pm glad he WAS defeated
"But Mr.. Snap. Now don't you like hims"
No, my Mary. can't endure him; -
1 think he'd make right good monkey,
In the play Of Organ Grindern
Sir Toby Bech. who Showed him to US
With his tricks and funny faces,
Ought to take him to g Donettin--
! Crop his ears and shave his noddle
And he'd fetch pile of money.
Well, Mr.. Qurk 20 oh now you're talking;
| love him, hary-yes I love him
I love him to distraction. III. .-
!" But Mr.. Quirk was tight last EVENING" 54..s
No he wasn't. YOU'RE mistaken
No, my Quirk never booty, Il =T.
No. never; never booty, Mary, a5z
Like fifty, Snap and Oily Cannon.
Something Mary. J will tell you
Something will tell you, Mary,
z If youth promise not to tell it.
If you'll promise, Mary, dearest.
ayes promise'' Well, I'll tell you
will tell you, Mary, dearest
In the month Of February,
On that day that's consecrSted . 49,.
To the birds of all creation u .-.
For to mate and to be mated, 5@
Mr. Quirk and will marry. a. .-
Then cage will be our cottage, +aq. .
And like the birds that are well mated
Well sing our lives away together. 5s-..r. FEEL
Well read no books but tales most lovely
Well eat no picked pork or cabbsge,'
But live on love and pure nnoasses-- A. ...4
Not from vacuum, but from kettles,
Open kettles, Mary, dearest ~ g, .
Well spend our days on beds of roses, .--
And when night comes and stars shining,
~ Well guess what star shall be dwelling,
With birds and saints forever singing.
OLD MORTALITY.n