New Orleans daily crescent., 1866-01-19
On Love-.

Al correspondent who seems to feel his subject, |
writes to the Louisville Journal
Somebody once wrote to Lola Montez, the be-
witching and fascinating Lola, that he was dead in
love with her, but owing to the fact of his being
married man he dare not give his name, nor any
traceable clue az to his whereabouts. He was
contented to let the divine fires of love consume
his ardent soul, to spend his days and nights in
sweet yet Illicit contemplation of the Monna Bice
fone Of Dante's lady loves) OF his heart. 1t was
undoubtedly the highest aspiration of that mans
soul foolish man as lie was) TO convey the fact of
his divine admiration TALL such loves divine) to
the intellectually royal Lola.
Whether the famous beauty reelprocated the.I
tender passions in platonic manner we Know
not; the probabilities are that she was d little
tckled over the affair." 1t was somewhat romantic, 1
was it not? and women love romance. But
women love more to be loved than thing else
in the world. tits the soul and essence Of their
being, the light of their life, the consong element
in which their beings battle in luxurious delight.
Yet while bowling and casting themselves at the
feet of the idolatrous god, women have great
deal of innate and reserved tact. They are skilful
strategists, and while often feigning no move
ment they are being moved in their lnnermost
hearts with the electric fires radiatlng, encrclng
and ahounding in, around and about their beng.
We all know that Lola was q mastering strateglst
Yet she seldom deigned to play at the paradaisi
cal and paradoxical game of love with others than
Bohemians and crowned monarchs.
Now, seriously are there not other men in love
with other women as in this case? Have we not
met with those in the streets, theaters and other
public and private resorts with whom we have
desperately fallen in love--in love with those we
have never spoken to, never may, and, indeed,
whom we have never seen but once, and may
y never see again. A glance of the eye sometimes
satisfies and satates the heart, and we remember
4 tAAt glance through life. Come sunshine or sor-
row, those sweet beams of those orbs ever shine
5npon us like the lovely stars. The prototype of
the fair features from which they beam is engraven
on our souls. As we look back through the great
past, we see mirrored therein the form divine
which once thrilled our souls with extatic bliss.
1t is as if we looked into the slvery depths of
the unfathomable ocean and saw therein photo
qraphed our own being And as if to shun the
contempt that nature through her laws had for the
tyranny of human laws and her utter adherence
of the astute grades OF society, she creates love
such as we write OF from ont OF what we deem the
most antagonistical characters. I5isnothing COM
mon for the refined and cultivated poet to fall in
i love with the peasant GIRL
Beatrice was no princess, nor wore dowries and
Jewels about her to lend her charms. Yet far
Haly,s noblest poet fell deeply and madly in love
with her. And there was the beautiful Annabel
Lee, widow, fat and fair, though not quite forty
5 She graced noroyal palaces and was never famous
until the weird and immortal author OF :" The
Raven y enshrined her in song.
When the noble Angelina fell in love with the
soldier bold as recorded by the poet Boardoar,
she fell inlove with him precisely as the unknown ",
Monte So it was with Iallah Rookh when she
became enamored with the Persian Goldsmith
Foramos, the lutte player while Journeylng on her
way through cashmere 70 Bive nei lledl ahu hiu
to the young King. To be sure, il happily turned
out that Foramos was the King, but il he had been
otherwise Lallah would have loved him just as
truly and as tenderly. But need not enRtnerate
cases of platonic love or love at first sight
We are the yotaxes of its sweet influence every
day. have no doubt, dear reader, that you have
been the willing captive of those sly glanees that
s often stole your heart away. Well, it's con-
soling, in a great desert world like this, to find
some green Spots some little springs that irrigate
and fructify the soul. These gentle influences
make one feel happier, and happiness, You knoW
8s ls the, great thing after all Ihey ssteai genly
over the soul like the musk winds of Araby ovel
the senses, lnlling us into sort Of peaceful anc
contended bliss.