New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1866-02-05
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From Novelette,.
SPIRITED CRITICISM ON THE LADY OF LYONS

| Dear Friend C1escent-help me IN my troupie.
I've been to the theater, and fallen desperately in
love with Claude Melnotte. Pauline ought to be
very happy young woman; she did not look it at
the termination of the piece but, then, poor thing,
her emotions had been so exceedingly agonizing, 1
do not wonder she felt exhausted.
Barrett's deneation of the gardeners son was
perfect; there was no effort, every tone of voice
was NATURAL every movement was grace. He felt
the character, and acted it to the life. was car
ried off body and soul, to Lyons, and it took a
most laughable little farce to bring me back to
New Orleans and the Varieties Theater.
As a prince, how charmingy he made love.
Young gentlemen might take lessons, and not con-
slider themselves disgraced. The love making of
the present day is so dreadfuly practical and
matter-of-fact. Claude breathed love in every
tone. His ''Thus let me mantle thee" was
subllmely afectionate; a young man under the
same circumstances now a-days would say, Here,
Pauline take my cloak, Pm afraid you'll catch cold.p
Why cannot people be little more romantic II
wish to observe, just here, that any young man
presumptuousy aspiring to my hand and heart
must talk somewhat on the Melnotte order, else he
cannot have your humble servant. II
The old Colonel, (Paulines uncle,) /was CAPT
tally rendered; he was such nice old bachelor.
got quite attachment for him during the course
of the play, dating from the time he said, 1t is
wonderful how much better you like man after
you have fought with him." Bulwer knew human
nature thoroughly when he wrote that sentiment
Dear me- how often have felt as if nice fight would
serve to calm my perturbed feelings and make me
| feel better disposed towards mankind in general
| and Northern friends in particular really do not
think the women of this poor, distressed country
would continue to feel SO badly about the genera
smash-up down South, if they could have done q
little fighting; as it was, their warke procvities
served to keep the knitting needles flying with a
vengeance, and their tongues settled the affairs Of
the nation from morn till dewy eve."
To return to my first love, Claude; he tells u:
he wrote verses to Pauline, Il thinkhe might have
read some of them to u.s. Icame home, felt duly
inspired, called the muse of poesy to my assist
ance, fancied Caude's feelings when inditing
poem to Mrs. Melnotte in prospective, and the re
suit was an ode exquisite in finish and original il
design.
intend requesting the managers at the Varietie
to introduce it into the play when next produced
They will be comforting favor on the theatrica
community, and the ode will necessarily becom
one of the chief features and draw crowded houses
lue CRESCENT, uuWefel, uaVo IL msU'
TO MY HEARTS QUEEN.
Angelic Pauline loveliest, best
Thy beauties adored
II Come pillow thy head Oh this manly breast
i IT'S there. love, you should be bestowed
Il Those beaueous, radiant, heavenly eyes,
| Are like twinkling stars at night
/ Which shine far above in the distant skies,
Like diamonds pure and bright!
Here comes an abrupt change, which only add
to the effect:
Your cheeks are like the airest
That Flora paints each dewy morn;
Or like the clouds which hail
The approaching Queen of DAY.
Those lips poutlng, yet 80 sweet.
Might be compared to rubies-
Save rubes are but senseless stones
4 Those lovely shoulders, hands and arms,
| Like scuptured marble seem
Those curls, like angel rngets,3
Shed halo round thy head.
| sudden return to rhyme, and, many woul
| think, reason
| Ny every thought to thee is turned,
My every wish is thine
Oh fair one, let me not be spurned
But know that thou art mine
| Will you be kind enough to present this to tn
managers, with my compliments, convinced, as
am, that mankind will be benefited. I charg
nothing. Goodbye, Mr. Editor; if I write an
further in all probability you will pitch the docu
ment on your editorial table in true editorial dis
gust; so, farewell until next time, and let me sig
myself with all heart and SOUL the attached frien
of the CRESCENT,