New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1856-03-24
I.ETTER FROM CLAIRE.

sBlessed are they who expect nothing for they shall
not be disappointed" some wiseacrehas rendered him
self immortal by saying. Had I kept this wise law
steadily in view had not been disappointed I'M
doubedly was by the postponement Of the ball at the
St. Charles, that theater Of brilliant light and star
management. Now, had anticipated much amuse-
mcnt and some delightfully."- tantazing quizzing, and
here it is, a knocked into pi, you gentlemen Of
the black art term it.
Well, we'll, q he who fights and runs away will live
to fight another day., says the old adage and perhaps
the managers, being military men, have eonned this
comforting assurance, and we shall yet have the bail
and shall have my allotted amount ofmirh fun and
frolic. How fortunate that somewhat of an OPP
timist.
This weather is truly delightful after ten days of
mud, rain and gloom. How should like to be out
enjoying it, but envious fate has doomed me heavy
cold and thus checks my promenadng propensties
But enough of this lest you dubb me an egotist who
chats only of may and mine, like a good many wot
of.
You see address you as though had known you
ever but having been constant reader Of your paper
Il would say your highly interesting and valuable
paper, but it is commonplace nowadays some
years, you feel like an old acquaintance. We can
easily become acquaint through the medium of our
written thoughts, though we may never meet face to
face and therefore, take the liberty Of writing you,
throwing myself upon your well known courtesy to
give me place somewhere near your other lady cores
pondent, Crescenta, whereby shall feel highly hon
| ored.
By the way, Crescent, don't you think Crescenta
rather inconsistent in her letters? When she first
commenced writing to you she announced herself an
old maid determined to live and so to die and in
her last letter. after giving you secondhand idea OF
love, tells you you may expect bid" to her we'd
ding with handsome cousin who has succeeded
verting her to belief in that Arcadian myth, love-
think she must be fitting herself for her duties,
noticed quite an eloquent letter from her on home,
family government and the management of children
1t is astonishing how well old maids always dis
cuss that question. Lord, Lord, how this world is
given to lying" said saucy Bill Shakespeare, and
fully agree with him, for never yet met with widow,
widower, old maid or bachelor who violently foswore
marriage who did not avail themselves of the first OPP
portunity that offered.
If this serawl finds favor in thy sight, I have half
mind, which may grow to a whole one, of giving
you dissertation upon the above selfsame quotation
though fear it is one that would give ample employ
nent to faster and more able sketcher of human
character than | shall ever make.
For want Of better employment, have been reading
the dispute between Polly and Dorothe, in the Delta
and in my humble, though perhaps, unframed opin
ion, there is more pens and paper wasted than thu
subject calls for-and also, that Polly does not write
what she really does think upon mans foibles, while
Dorothea writes more bitterly than she feels-ant
has, deep shrined in the hearts core, deeper con
ception of love than her opponent. | say Polly is
widow, looking out for No. 2, while Dorothea, DIES
pite the name, is a man who has eaten LIES whit
bread, and is now chewing the burnt and blackenet
crust. What think your
But, after ALL what is the use of making such
hue and cry about matrmony? 1t is, no doubt, yer.
good ints way, q at least shan't cry it down, having
great experience that way las am blessed with ten chill
dren and my third husband now,) but really spending
so much time and ink upon its joys and troubles, j
somewhat like the Deas constant cry of large crcu
lation and neutrality in politics, all fudge" Nj
Burche said of the two ladies of rank and fashion
But mercy me, where have run to. The Arabian
poet writes Silence is the ornament and Safeguard
of fe,' and I had better hold my tongue, Or rathc
drop my pen lest get myself into squabble, AM
being poor talker, cannot well defend myself.
don't promise to shrine you in my heart, as Ores
centa does, for it is pretty well occupied now, witt
my ten children and third husband, to say nothing
the memory Of the other two, but do hope you wi
have every success, and wish you well and goo
day CLAIRE,