New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1859-10-17

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Good morning, public here we are,
All bright and fresh to see,
And expect from You that our debut
Will win your plaudits free
In the rugged of the silent mine
We've slept for ages past,
But now wen show that full we know
Our destiny at last -.
I==.M Ho ho /! ha ! ha good luck hurrai
Our destiny we bless,
To leap to life in lightning strife
With the mighty printing press
What feel we of the miners toll,
Of the moulders careful art,
Till the writer's pen and the printer men
Give lis our glorious starts
As we leap to light in the printers hand,
All spelled and worded in place,
And merrily click in the printers stick,
Away we go for the chasei
Ho! no! la! ha ! good luck hurra
Our destiny we bless,
To follow the chase 10 its resting place.
The bed of the printing press
Some folks may call us n,inion types,
And galley slaves beside;
But we laugh to the wretch forlorn
Who dares to thus deride
'Tis true enough, as such may say,
That we have just been bought;
But pride we boast pe're serfs at most
To the monarch, King Of Thought
Ho no ha ha hip hip hurra
Our proud degree we bless
To leap to light with the morning bright
From the thund ring printing press
And though ,eere slaves to this King of Thought,
Our slaves unnumbered are:
Amid high and low, wherever we go,
We find our subjects there
Fen the monarch steam is our veriest slave;
Joye's lightning too own
In each mighty job they but flash and throb
That the types may make them known.
Ho ho ha ha good luck hurra!
On destiny We bless
AS We stamp each sheet that flashes fleet
From the crashing printing press
Our daily joy twill be to tell
What this big worlds about
When the nations are bland or take hand
In the bloody battle iout;
or rumors here and 'larnms there
OF kings and cotton and CORN M
OF things that were and of things that are,
And things that are yet unborn!
Tol no! ha ha give double hurra!
And shout with double stress
AS we leap to light each morning bright
=-. From the mighty printing press
And so we hope, for many day,
Our mission of light to fill
To instruct with news, with our chat to amuse,
Our vassas and friends MS they will;
And day and night, we take our way
Through stick and galley and chase,
To NEE. the of the printing press
Well sing in orr solid embrace,
Ho! ho! hal ha! three times hurra!
Our happy lot We bless
To leap to life in lightning strife,
With the mighty printing press.
HE WEATHER continues variable, but more moi
l anything else. Rain and sunshine divide
.erday between them, their changes being Q
ID and frequent as those Of gentleman
TX and an angel in white in the mazes Of
GERS Quadrille. The temperature was warn
almost sultry. The cisterns are full and tn
ets amply muddy. We have had rain enoug
the present.
EopLE LOVE MYsTERY.-The great question
ore the people just now is: Was John Par
wned or not? 1t will be remembered tina
r, on Saturday night week stabbed three me
he Second District, plunged into the river, wa
| at as he swan, and finally disappeared bt
en- two ships; also, that q dead body, foun
! where he disappeared, two days afterwar,
pronounced to be that of Parr and was
ed.
ow we have it, from different quarters, tn.
body was not PARIS; that Parr escaped b
ag, got on.board ship, had bullet extracte
a his shoulder, and is now off for foreign part
and sound; also, that the sailor Holden, WI
re before the Coroner that the dead body WI
Of Parr, did SO in order to lull suspicion and
litate the escape of his old friend and mes
e. The different stories and rumors Of Il