New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1857-06-02

The following eloquent tribute to our deceased
cotemporary, Joseph Brenan, we take from the Daily
Times of Sunday. 1t is from the pen of one who
knew him wel and who was on that account the
better qualified for work which he has discharged
with SO much feeling and grace:
THE LATE JOSEPH BRENAN, ESQ. ...s
"If costly piles should mark where merit lies .,
And worth by numbers to its grave be borne, '5'-- 81
o,eT thee the p5osdss. pyramid MD ,e should m rise
OF all the Affections incident to man, the keenest
and bitterest is the death of true friend There are
no doubt, scathng strokes of calamity-excessve
agony of body mnd-sad dsappointments that daily
beset our onward progress on lifes short journey
fond hopes sometimes blighted and withered-bright
perspectives and beautiful panoramas OF human hap
piness which fancy painted in fairy vision, forever
exploded quite insnpportabe while they last, and the
sufferer naturally succumbs to the shock and yields for
the moment to grief, sorrow and bereavement But
fortunately the ordeal is but Short and the victim is
but temporarily disconsolate. There is a soothing
unction in store there is healing balm in the future.
Hope, consoling in the hour Of trial, looms out
in the distance and offers relief and comfort at no re-
mote period. But the light grows dim and fades
for ever from our view. Not one shining ray beams
on the distant horizon gilds the peak OF yon tow
ering mountain. A dreary image appears, the abode
OF spectres--the lone and solitary mansions OF the
dead All the charms Of life are at an end-all
the endearments of friendship vanish, and all the
dearest and holest ties of nature not only relaxed
but absolutely rent asunder. Such is the gloomy
prospect of those who survive departed friendship
such the mourntu picture presented for contempla
ton. This, however, is but faint exhibition OF the
sad calamity, under ordinary circumstances. 4
What then can give feeble glimmer OF the intense
anguish the keen, the awful, the heartrendng sad
ness when all that is dear in life and sweet in memory
is rudely snatched away from by the unsparng hand
of death? Such was the subject of this short obituary
Joseph Brennan is dead The farfamed Joseph Brenan
| is no more In the bloom Of manhood, in the noon
tide of life and rapidly reaching the heyday OF pros
perity his brilliant arrested and he Is gone
| down to the graves of his fathers. We no more be-
hold the placid countenance, the bland manners, the
| cheering smiles of departed worth. We no longer
feel inspired with new life from his cordial grasp,
| his brilliant sales of wit and flashes of genius.
| We can never again expect to have our dropping
energies recuperated and cheered in our exile, and
fes cares forgotten in gay and festive converse with
| so rarely gifted and highsouled ornament. No.
We must in future deny ourselves these sublime treats
He alone could furnish them, but he sleeps the sleep
OF death - and that tongue of the purest and sub
lmest eloquence, is forever mute! most accom-
plished scholar, pure, disinterested patriot. who
loved his native country with all the fervor which
amor patriR can alone inspire So single hearted
and unsel6sh he was veneraed within the range OF
vast and extensive social circle His removal from
the broad theater of usefulness he so honoraby occu-
pied has caused vacuum which it will be most diff
cult to fill. He died with all the fortitude OF hero
and all the pious resignation of Christian and a
| Catholic We tender sincere coincidence to his
bereaved and afflicted family May God assist them
has taken away. The portals of the tomb have
closed over bis earthly remains: but his immortal
, spirit has winged its flight to purer and brighter
realms,
:" NAV he rest in peacen is the ardent prayer of a
sincere and full friend. P. H. ON.