New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1857-03-30
AN EDITORS LIFE.

Sometimes, when absorbed in our editorial labors,
conscious of being little else than mere machine
for thinking and writing about the dry realities OF
life, our hbors are interrupted by the entrance, at
the window, of bewiIdered katy-did, or an insane
butterfly other little nhabitant Of the groves
and fields vainy seeking to retrace the path through
which his vagaries have led him. We watch his
capers-our pen drops-our labor is forgotten-and
know it, our fancies frolckingaabout in an
elysium of cloverields, hills, wales and forests,
where natures smile has blear Of the city, and
natures breath no faint of commerce-where the
birds chant their osons to the morning sum- and the
flowers send up their sweet incense to Heaven-where
in short the face of nature is beauty and serenity its
soul. What profanity to associate thoughts Of daily
paper with such scene
But we are not guilty Of such profanity. We
chase the butterflies the meadows, listen to the
birds in the trees, and go careering through eysium
in the balloon offancy when suddenly we are wrecked.
"CoPY " that fearful word to ears editorial is shouted
through the internal trumpet in the Our bal.
loon bursts Away go the delicious green fields trees
birds and all, and we find ourself fat in our dreary
sanctum, with the unfinished copy before u.s., q
chaos of books and papers behind u.s. and the dust,
din and roar of commerce. dirty deafening, distract
ing commerce, all around US and all through US We
resume the broken thread of labor with, perhaps
sigh over the slavery Of the life editorial and dis
position to bless the little katydid butterfly which
led off to sweet oasis in the desert of life;
though the said insect may have no claim whatever
to our gratitude, seeing that it visited US not from
| good will but through its own laundering fooshness
If, good reader, your editorial slave may enjoy,
from its associations simple thing the visit of
a katy.dd or butterfly, what think you mus. be his
ecstacy upon receiving gush Of natures daintiest
sweets, through the wllful, deliberate and precon-
certed design of one Of natures most angelic crea-
lures All, you may envy US now, ii you will For
such is our blessed fate at the present moment! A
bouquet gows before US, filing our eyes with its
wealth of beauty, and shedding whole April Of
fragrance around us the beauty and the fragrance
both enhanced by the reflection that it was sent by
who happened to remember that editors belong te
the human family, and have souls as well as the res
Of that family.
Flowers-what feast are they to the weary brain
the jaded Imagination! How altpervading their in
fuence-how charming their presence, in all til,
affairs of life. They crown the highest felicity o
, MN, as on the brow of bride-they soothe hi
deepest sadness, as on the bier OF beloved one.
!, Bring Howers-ths bride is nearl
Bring flowers soothe the captve's cell
Bring flowers to srew the bier ~
They are acknowledged ministers of beauty an
sweetness from the divine hand and blessed thin
is it, for the credit of fallen humanity, that in ae
or country of the world have they been despsed.
What books have been written howers-wh
~ poems sang-what languages created!
There is to r. ~,