New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1866-01-09
VOLUME XIV.
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JENKINS JE., CELEBRATES THE EIfHrH.--Ou
friend jenkins, Jr, Esq., whom we take t'ne liberty
Of introducing to the readers Of the CRESCENT, il
man about 35 years old, with blue eyes, sandy
whiskers, and hair which he does not like to heal
called red The top of his head in the place where
the capillary vegetation in general protects it from
the injuries of the weather, is bare, and exposed
| to all the winds of heaven. He wears swallow
| tailed coat with tight breeches, and the bridge Of
| his nose is adorned with a heavy pair of specta
cles. Jenkins is by profession philosopher and
his occupation is to walk about the streets, neral
izing on different subjects. He does not make
exactly livelihood by this means, but he has
| friends, and what with dining out often sometimes
not dining at ALL and making the most of the cof-
feehouse lunches, he ekes out q precaTious exist
enoe and manages to live in what he calls an inde-
pendent manner. The fact is, that Jenkins is lazy.
Amongst other failings he is full of noble senti-
| ments, being honest, confding and patriotic. He
is great admirer of Old Hickory, and complains
good deal about the disrespect and oblivion into
which, day after day. all the glorious old traditions
of the past are falling Yesterday he was very
| much put out at seeing no display made for the
anniversary Of the battle of New Orleans, and we
give his experiences ofthe day in hiseown words
| !" Seeing that nobody seemed inclined TO do it,
after waiting till II o'clock in the day for some
popular or executive manifestation Of patriotism,
resolved, singlehanded TO celebrate the grand and
| glorious anniversary of our triumph over the
| legions Of Great Britain. e
81 accordingly formed myself into procession,
and filed down St. Charles street to Canal, re-
solved, if nobody else would, to do honor to the
memory of hygone gl0ries. Meeting friend or
two on the street as was going down, took, in
different saloons, two large doses of patriotism,
which the vulgar herd call whisky, and being in
spred thereby was ready for the celebration.
Having procured an old omnibus and mule
with staunch veteran of those times, and C. large
bottle of patriotism, labeled lSl4-l5, l pro.
ceeded up Canal to Dauphne, back down Canal to
Royal, down Royal to Esplanade, down Esplanade
to Chartres up Chartres to Canal, the order of the
procession being as follows:
The Old Mule
Myself and a Large Whip
The Whisky Bottle.
The Veteran.
Two Yellow Dogs.
Three Little Boys
One Eontraband
"By this time the bottle of patriotism was empty,
but by way Of compensation, the veteran was full
and lay in the bottom Of the old omnibus, obliHious
Of lis fame. myself, having concealed good
deal of liquor under my waistcoat, felt some
what clated and wished, from the bottom of my
heart, for the rattle of musketry and the booming
of cannon to satisfy my rising appetite for fame.
But alas this life is made Of vain and useless aspi
rations; not only was 7 deprived Of the martial
glories which dreamed of, but no enthusiasm at
all was manifested along the streets where my
!
demned government mule giving out as reached
the corner of Chartres and Canal, abandoned the
celebration in disgust, carried my veteran into a
friends back office to sleep out his patriotism,
and retired to my lodgings more than ever con-
vinced of the shallow -heartedncss of men and the
ungrateful disposition ofrepublics."
THE WAY IT WAS DONE AT YoRKTowN.-some
years ago when there was no Bureau to take care
of negroes, but some little care and perhaps some
affection was bestowed upon them by "massa -
and "missus,' family in this city which had con-
tributed an emnently distinguished General to the
service of the United States, were the owners of
superanuated negro, who was kindly provided
for in his old age, and who did little if anything
but eat, drink and be merry, and spin yarns for
the entertainment of his fellow servants. By them
he was regarded with reverence; his great age,
his experience, his historical recollectons and his
talent for narrative commanding the respect which
is usually conceded, and by none more readily
than Sambo, to a good talker. It was the custom
of Joe, which, if we recollect rightly, was the
name of our sable hero, to gather all the niggers
in the house about him, on cold nights by the
kitchen fire and entertain them with his stories.
A member Of the family happened to drop in
one night as Joe was giving an account of the
siege of Yorktown, and unperceived, became
listener to bis narrative of the close of that remark
able event which was given so differently from
Bancroft, Marshal and other historians that we
conceive if "a public duty to reproduce it as re-
lated to us, promising that Joe claimed to have
been witness of the scene:
"You see Kurnil Wallis, he got mighty badly
whipped, and couldn't git out no how he could fix
it. So he comes to our sogers at last--says he
whar's Ginrl Washington? So dey takes him
whar Massa Washington was. I never seed him
look so high or so big as den. Says Kurnil Wallis
Gnrl Washington I'm Kurnil Wallis?' You is.
is you, says Massa Washington; glad to see you
Kurnil.' Ginrl' says Kurnil Wallis, Ps whipped,
here's my sword.' Massa Washington took de
sword and looked at it. Twas mighty fine one.
He looked Kurnil Wallis right in de eye. Says
he tKuru Wallis I'm inst do man tn toto IL