New Orleans daily crescent., 1860-06-18
Artemus ward Hears Patti.
From the cleveland Plain Dealer.l

From the Cleveland Plain Deaer.l
The sage Of Baldnsvle favors us with the fol-
lowing critical notice OF PATHS concert last eve
ming: M4
The moosc which line most use to is the inspfin
stranes of the hand orgin hire artistic ltalyun
to grind fur me, payin him his vittes x close, &
spose it them stranes which fust put moosicie
taste into me. Like all furrlners he has seen net
ter dase, having formerly bin kount. But ne
aint OF much akount now, except to turn the origin
and drink Beer, of which beyrge he can hold
chnrnfulI easy.
Miss Patty Is small fur her size, but as the man
sed abowt his wife, Lord! She is well bilt Il
her complexshun is what mite be called Broo-
netty. Her ise is q dark bay, the ashes bein long
& silky. When she smiles the awlince feels like
akin her to don it moor, and to continner doin
it TO indefnit ixtent Her waste is l OF the most
bootiful wastisis ever seem When Mister strack-
horse led her outl thaWt sum pretty skooi gal, who
had lest graduated pantalets Il wire hoops, was
comm out to read her furst compensation in public.
She so bashfu like, with her he'd how'd down, d
made such effort to arrange her lips SO they'd look
pretty, that wanted to Swaer her. She reminded
me of Susan Skinner, who'd never kiss the boys at
parid bees till the candles was blow d out. Miss
Patty sung suthin or ruther in furrn tung. don't
know what the sentimuntS was. Fur auI l Know
she may have been denounein my wax iggers Il
sagashns wild beasts of Pray, u don't much keer
ii she did. Whenshe opened her mowth army OF
| martingales, bobonks, kanarys, swallefs, mockin
birds etsetery, burst 4th flew all over the Hanl
Go it little /, says to myself, in hily existed
which you'll be pretty apt to marry of these dase
don't do the fair thing by ye, yu kin always hay a
home on A. Wards farm, near Badinsgile, Inji-
| amy. When she sung Cumin threw the Rye, d
spoke of that Swayne she deerly luyd herself ndi-
vidoouly, ddn wish was that are Swayne. No
| ! guess not. Oh certainly not. (This is roneui.
/ don't mean this. It's a way hav of goakin)
| Now that Maria Picklehominy has got married
(which hope she likes it) and left the pereshun,
Adena Patty is the championess of the opery ring.
She karres the Belt Thar's no draw fte about it.
Other primy donnys may as well throw up the
spunje first as last. My eyes don't deceive my
| ear-site in the matter.
But Miss Patty orter sing in the Inglish tung. As
| she kin do so as well as she kin in Italyun why
under the son don't she do it, What cents is thar
| in singn wurds nobody don't understand, when
| wurds we do understan is jest as handy? Why
peple will Versifferously appawd furrn langwidge
| is mystery. 1t remines me of a man onct knew.
He sed he knoct the bottun out of his pork Barri,
and the pork fell out, hut the Brine ddent moove a
] inch. II stade in the Barril. He sed this was a
| Mstery, but it wasn't misterior than is this thing
| line speekin of.
| As fur Brignoy, Ferri and Junky, they air dowt-
/ less CRATE, but think SIGH able bodded men wood
look better tllin the sle than dressin themselves
up in black close & white kid gluvs & showtin in a
| furrin tung. Mister Jnnky is noble lookin old
man, orter to lead armies on to Battle instid of
| showlin in furfin lung.
Aaoo. In the langwidge Of Lewis Napoleon
when receiyin knmpany at his pallis on the Bully
| bards, z saloat yu A. WARD.