New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1866-09-25

breeze; O, what d luxury When the heart Is |.
sad wandering back through tile, dreamy Tista OFF
by-gone days; when we ia the midst Of all otheril
aliurements tnTn 1oathihgly, there is still some
thing our hearts are yearnng for, that alone cant
%Sfispel the weary sadness cast ever us by the |
shadows Of Tie pasts'-th memory OF Joys 1ne
can never know again. Harlcl What is it that
steals o'er Us, like gentle zephyr tanning the
feverea brow Of E toilsome imagination ~ Hear
younotthose delicious strains ofmusic, drawn from
some rich, melodious Instrument by the nimble
fingers of some joyous maiden2 Or, as oft by the
gentle touch Of some Inatron Of care, who 8qr
ships the wealthFof ssfichness,i poured forth
there to iull the care of weekly strife and the
battle ii family CARES, wv ~ AfefssA as
The aa3 one feels her pulse quicken her heart
rebound in answer 10 the sweet soiace that
guides her, q 50 softly 50 gently II She imagines
1t like the angel voices that cheer her on toSthe
s"deifisa." A mothers heart can never neglect.
Aud the maiden 2s Laughing, Joyous one! but
seldom sade-Qnly when shadows, of doubt
dit DER her dreams Of future joy. Linked With
him she ttloyestsn thodgh the world scoyn
her, she is truesto her woman's Instinct for
she loves him So deFotedly that she ih1agfnes that
NTH him alone eau she enjoy g happiness
Sometimes hers heart Is weary her mind is
wandering. Doubtful Of him? No. But he is
absent, ana because of his absence life seems
almost insupportable t. her. " IT she builds lieE
castles of Joy, held in existence alone her
sweet, hopeful temperament. O. how she breads
and ahhors disapp ointmenth9And when these
despondent feelings come over her, just let her
touch her guitar, sing some tender melody that
he loves, and she can imagine that he is even
there, bending DER her with the same loving
glance, the same 8 ear Z Of attentive enjoyment
and in her bssfnl dream, awakened by those
gentle strains, she even catches the sound of his
voice. niurnuring the fond words it is hersdelight
to hear Ana lo when the sound is Aushed, the
memory of her blissfnl Imagination buoys herfto
wait tin patience The Iovedone's return.
HaE4And theFwidow, weeping, sad and lonely7-sigh
ing because of the absence Of him that can never
more feturn--he that hath been snatehed from
her loving embrace just when the tide Of
life seemed most joyous when earth
seemed d paradise, beckoning her on to
more substantial pleasures; just when
The gtsinfant pledge Of love- has been spared to
to lisp The sweetest Of words papa to grieYe
when he departed to smile when he returned; to
hold III angelic appeal its snowy arms to the fond
parent To be embraced, and to have the first Inor
ing skis impriatedron its5yelyet oheelln Earthly
angel, Transientj Joy. like the noble husband
No balm Of consolation poured forthby the
voice Of sympathy, can cause that restless pain to
sln1dher IN the widows breast. All, no but let
some styain IF musiGgrest her saddened ear
bounding in at the deers the half closed window
filling er experiment. with thousand inimitable
sounds. She starts up; she brushes back the
auburn tressss that fan gracefully round her snowy
neck; she smiles family We can see the gloom
gradually fading from her fair brow
One by one the shadows are ehasedsaway by
some lively rippleof some blissfuls stream of music
devon the widows heart can be glad-she re-
members the oft gentle reproaehfal expression of
his-4as who can help approaching such delightful
music
Perhaps pearly tear tracesiher fair cheek, but
remembering his bright smile Of appreciation, she
wipes away the glistoning drops and resolves to
initiate hfn-though dead she still fondiy
q sl0yes''
And ere we can recall the interest
ny picture again, her sweet voice is
Earbling IN plaintive tones; in it's rich effnl-
gence of quiyering sound, low accompaniment
Of some & tender ditty.r Oh, what charm when
she, the lovely bereaved one, can be made happy
by its inspiring tones
And the aged man. whose life exists almost
siatone in the past days of blooming youth
8 Whe the thought Of trembling age ordecrepid
infrmities arose to mar the linpid stream of
IL pleasure they ever foated in Every object then
was crowned with flowers. The snoW-capped
summit Of old age he could not realize then; but
now, that his hoary hairs are lifted from his
wrinkled brow, marked SO strongly by the finger
of Time, he sees the silver tint reflected by the
MONDAY sun, or by the pale beams of fading
twilight, He knows that he is old, Sand butfor the
aweet remembrance Of proud boyhood, = he would
scarcely wish for existence But, o Music light
and deep, lnelodous Music, can ever make exis-
tence appreciated by the old and feeble The
smile Of joyous pleasure beaming from The browa
Of his beloved grandchildren, because of the
al 4
man cling awhile to life though turbulent with
the waves Of past joys and cares, and Of present
and future fears.
And the statesman, whose noble intellectual
brow is darkened by the growing cares Of Ills
4 ergied station. His mind would fam rest He
would fam mngle in the gay and mirthful crowd.
He would fam initiate those that have almost equal
cares who seem to glide SO smoothly along the
Y stream of life; their broWs radiant With the en-
joynent Of what to him Oft seems vulgar, when
hs compares the separate tastes of individuals.
But they seem to have SO much leisure; he has
less. Shut up in his chamber of state, he gives
way to the numberless calculations that fill his
brain Coming tho advantages his mind may
possess to add to the comfort prosperity and i'm
proVement of the country that he is so unani-
Inously elected to preside over as either governor
or president his heart signs with dreadfor fear one
stroke of his facile pen may be the doom Of desrue-
ton to many pursuits he would fain hold up in
theIght Of y growing Improvement He pauses /;
his brain ii whirling with hundred suggestive
ideas he is incapable at the momeat to place at
variance with some, that if sanctioned by him,
may prove erunf to his beloved land But as
deserved patriot and chosen representa-
live Of his noble country he must bide
the storm Of distrnst and the contempt Of hi
many jealous enemies. Let him step out in the
shaded park, breathe the pure fresh air waited
from the vault Of the mighty heavens; and, too,
untainted BIZ the atmosphere Of his dangerous
Office let him lean back against some friendly
tree, forgetting at tie moment that all eyesare
npon him, watching his every look and.motion.
let the gentle breeze play lovingly through his
Wagy locks, bringing With II Z the sound of4soft
music that III its angelwhispers " lulls the mighty
cares Of his apomnops Office Blessed music
makes him forget for moment that a mighty