New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1856-06-21
METER gRonY CREsCEMrR.
!. Dimes and dollars, dollars and dimes,


& Just 50 Let yourp pocket be empty, and did you
possess the wisdom of solomon the wit of Taleyrand
the learning of Socrates you would still be Of little
worth in the worlds eye. Money is the open sesame
to society magic circle; let your anteceents be what
they may a full purse will carry you through, and
place you on the the topmost bough Of the tree of
fashion. Letthe tickle goddess desert you, and cold
looks and yet colder words follow her desertion,
Money, money, make it how you may, that nancy
faced idol, has blind worshippers who will adore and
ask no questions.
With Fortunatus purse, and that cool, easy impu-
dence some folks are blessed WITH | would engage
that the most vulgar, and (f not too glaringly SOY
ylest Of creation could rule the world Of fashion and
be received with open arms even among the blooded
aristocracy. Ills astounding how cool impudence
will make its way through the world, how boldly it
will advance, while modest merit stands aside and
lets the bold intruder on.
+ Having roved great deal through life, and been,
as the saying goes, twice to the Indies and back,
human nature has naturally afforded me matter for
study and amusement land in no instance have
known COOL calm, undesirable mpudence, especially
when helped by full purse, fail its possessor, and
among females this ispartculary true. It has been
my lot once or twice, to travel with people whose an
fully realized the old proverb Of a beggar on horse
back have seen several grub worms cast their
sloughand come forth gay butterflies. Money, made
bycdrefI management, and cool, easy impudence,
aeqnredn their school of life, helped them through,
and one would dream, hear them tell their story,
Of the days when genteel society and a fu compile
ments of clothing were scarce articles with them
It's not many months since was seated in a car
two lodi nf nfy
other stranger. AS afectation is and has been my
horror, was somewhat Disguised with my travelling
companions but guess my amusement when heard
one, who knew had a very low Dutch parentage,
assert to the other that her dear devoted mother
whose loss she should never cease to deplore, was
native of a New England State Z she fairly went
into rhapsodies upon her flial love and grief and
gradually gded off into criticism upon one of our
greatest writer's Oh, heayens as well did the game
fowl understand the value of the jewel found as
she did the work of which she spoke, and said she
had written criticism upon. 5Sls:5,5
Now, Crescent, this said New England mother
could scarcely speak plain English, and if devotion
to her family consisted in permitting her daughters to
follow their wishes, and roam the streets at all
]$hours, she most certainly was a devoted mother
respected to hear her grandoquent flow of words
d
glided on, little deeming how well her other listener
knew the truth. So much of cool assurance Ores
| cent-ain't it a blessing
| Long time ago, Crescent, as I was vending my
weary way South, there came bridal party aboard
the steamer. Consisting, it did, of but three per-
sons, twas queer how much space they occupied.
! Nothing on board was fine enough for their arsto-
cratic selves, although our boat was really float
ing palace. No ladies on board to notice, although
| we had some Of New Orleans first families, who,
however, as sensible people, did not make much
show while travelling Queen Victoria could not feel
more at loss if suddenly transplanted from Windsor
Castle to of frontier squatter cabins, than
bride and her fair sister did board of the finest
steamers then plying the Western waters. I noticed
an old lady look at them very ntenty several times
and one day after an unusual hustle and complaint
she sat down quietly near the bride and said in her
quaint way: Are you not Miss Blank, of Cincn-
nat?" eyes, Madam, F." with a stiff bow. Your
father was John Blank, Ibelieve?" eyes, Madam"
a bow twice as naughty. PRAY, do you recollect
Mrs. Thco, the sher1s wife, who used to send you
cold food from the table?"
Good gracious! what a falling of plumage was
there from that day until we reached port There
was no more native airs and foreign graces displayed.
So you see, Crescent, sometimes assurance will meet
its match. The boat was little more comfortable
after that.
But enough of my tales of grub-worms turned but
terfes; facts are stranger thaa fiction and who
studies real life need seek no fictitious saws to stimu-
late and excite them and lest you deem my glasses
too dark colored when viewing life, will tell you L
hayn't had a letter from Cousin Hal, of more than
three pages long, for week, and l feel cross.
Yours, as ever, CREscENTA.