Daily Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1857-1858, 1857-04-03

PHGNIXINA The redoubtable JohnPh9nix,
in late letter gives the following account of
the meeting between Memphis man and his
better-half at the st. Charles, in New Orleans
Comment is useless:
Accompanied by nv old friend Butterfield,
who had Joined us at Memphis, landed at New
Orleans, and proceeded forthwith to the st.
Charles Hotel. At this great tavern Amos eX
pected TO meet his wife, who had arrived from
California, to reioin him after three months
separation. | never have seen n man so nerv-
GUS He rode on the outside of the coach with
the driver, that he might obtain the earliest
view of the building that contained his adored
one. 1t was with great difficulty that | kept
pace with him as he unanimously rushed mp
the steps leading to the Rotunda. In an instant
he was at the office and gasping 'Mis. Butter
field In the psrlor, sir replied Dan, and he
was off. | followed and saw him stop with
surprise as he came to the door. In the centre
of the parlor stood Mrs. Butter6eld. That adj
mirable woman had adopted the very latest
and most vouminous style; and having on
rich silk of greenish hue, looked like lovely
bust on the summit of new mOwn hay-stack.
Butterfeld was appalled, for moment, but
hearing her cry Amos he answered hysteric-
ally MY AmaDdap and rushed on. He ran
three times around Mrs. Butterfeld, bnt it was
of no use, he couldn't getin. He tried to climb
her, but the hoops gave way and frustrated the
attempt He extended his arms to her; she
held out hers to him tears were in their eyes.
1t was the most affecting thing ever witness
ed. Finally Mrs. Butter6eld sat down, and
Amos got behind the chair and kissed her, m
iii their offspring, by bowling and biting the
calf of his leg, created diversion. They were
very b tppy; so were the people in the paror.
Everybody appeared delighted; and a small
boy. year or two older than little Amos,
jumped up and down like a whip-saw, and hal
load 'Hoop-eeI with all bis might.
'Butterfield' said |, an hour or two later,
suspect that Mrs Butterfeld has adopted hoop>H
Obi yes answered he, 4 saw that sticking
ont. Perhaps it will obviate the little teuden
cy she had to blow up. Fm glad of it.
~ The following pretty poem, which we
find in the March No. of Godey's Lady's Book,
was written on the occasion of the marriage
of lovely lady of New Hampshire to a gen
tleman of this city:
An IdyI for Adde'S Bridal.
iBr =. PABoR.
A wreath for our idol
A song for her bridal
Woven Of pearls from the treasures Of song.
Her youth and her beauty
Made loving duty
And duty pleasure 1t could not be wrong.
Hence goeih the maiden,
With glory laden,
Across untred wastes The desert Of fears;
But are hoping
Herpsth may be slOping
To meads fair and sunny, where pleasure appears.
One stande;h beside herl
IL is ch de her,
But rather 10 scatter her pathway with flowers;
With lover devotion
To watch each emotion,
And span with joys raj ibow her moments and hours
The VOWS they have spoken
May never be broken
The links IN loves chain win be growing more bright
And while they lengthening
; III vi be strengthening,
Increasing in sweetness, and pureness, and light.
Our wishes are blending
As voices sending
The thoaghs inour hearts on the current Of words
And thus for idol
We weave for her bridal
melody sweet Is the music Of birds