New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1866-01-05
e1arts and c1iftions.

be 30, you'll have to look sharp, Artemus! Col.
Harry has the name of being one Of the best
and greatest jokers in the South. We wish our
friend the Colonel pleasant time whilst here.
BALL ToMoRRow NIaHr.-Let none forget the
ball to be given tomorrow night at Odd Fellows
Hall, by that gallant and sterling band of our
youthful citizens, the Young Mems Crescent
City Association. The ball we know will be a bril-
Liant affair." but the best about it is, that 1t is to be
given for the benefit of disabled soldier. good
and most deserving man, whose helpless condition
has stirred up the above Association in his behalf
We shall expect to see that ball crowded with
paying visitors. 5
WEARING HATS IN THE THEArER.-A gentleman
from the country seated in the dress circle Of
OF the theaters, the other evening, whilst the per-
formance was progressing, was politely requested
BY an officer to take his hat off. He looked upon
this as an impertinence. and refused. The officer
explained and expostulated. He only grew moro
stubborn. The officer then told him he must. He
thought he rather saw himself or any other man
taking his hat Off; and squared back for defense.
BE gained his poat the hat was not taken off his
head; but it was picked up and carried out into
the street, with him in 1t, before he had time to
calculate John Robinson. He departed, an indig-
nant il not an astonshed and wiser man.
A CONFEDERATE SOLDIERS HARD MONEY
Concluded. D" The ladies visit the bed of honor
at the lakes of Killarney"
"What sort Of a bed Is that?"
"It ia spot on the bank of one OF the lakes that
is always green, summer and winter. The belief
Is that ladies who visit the spot will afterwards be
blessed with children. 1t is said that the Duchess
Of Kent. the mother of Queen Victoria, despairing
at one time of perpetuating the Dukes blood, Wis
tied the place. and was soon after made happy by
the birth of Victoria"
swell now you don't tell me, and how do you
spose that happens?'
"I don't know, madame, unless it is by faith" "
'Wel I've heard a good deal of preachin' on
faith, but to my notion faith without good works
Amt much account. Parson B., our minister in
Georgy always preached for good works, "and
think he knew the gospel better than most mem" "
I" He waa learned man, was he!"
N reckon you'd say he was if you only knew
him, he'd travelled all over Europe. I've been
wanting always to see the places I've heard him
tell about, but its so mighty expensive"
"Yes, madame, to travel in The style agreeable to
your tastes, and demanded by your rank would Ger
tainiy be very expensive"
"Ob. it was monstrous fine TO hear him tell about
the Alpine scenery. don't kecr SO much about
seein' that though, cause | was raised where thar
wasn't nothing but pine. But conscience me, how
fshould like to the glazers goin' down the noun
tains in ambulancesi'
An interesting spectacle no doubt, madahlc.'
E'And then he used to tell us how he went ovel
the phosphorus to the Holy Land"
"The Bosphorus, MAJ suggested the younger
lady.
1t amt no such thing, now, Miss Know Every
thing It's phosphorus. Didn't the 'pothecary
show me some one time"
20 Mr.. p. must have been shining light in the
church." observed.
al reckon he was. There warn't no suct
preacher in Georgy. He'd been, you see, where
the Bible was made. He saw Mount Calvary ant
the place whar Stephen was rocked to death"
Crooked to death ?n repeated, inquiringly.
'Yes, rocked to death. Amt you read thu
Biblea"
looked at Miss. She blushed, and I thought i
best TO acknowledge my biblical ignorance.
Leaving the table, my hostess invited me to SCI
her garden, where among some rose and liia
: bushes and patch of early corn, beheld seyera
wooden statues, which, having been once painted
weather beaten now, looked as if they had al
been on bust, and just got out of the watch
house. Compmenting my cicerone upon he
taste in tie fine arts, she informed me-
"Them ere you see was made by the best scull
peter in Cincinnati, the same man as made tn
einirsl on the harricane deck of the Ginral Qui
man. My old man says he's bully artist
"Tls scene, madame, bringsto mind some lines
which, with your leave, will repeat:h
"Thr groves OF Barney they lnok charming.
Down By the murmuring of sweet silent groves.
It's there's the lilly and the sweet c1rnation,
Flowers that adorn the sweet Rockclose,
1here Lady sfes bowds her STATION,
Like Alexander or Helen fair
When, In this nation, for emulation,
There's her can compare.
sho has castles round her that nno-pounder
.couid dare surround her place of strength,
Until Oliver Cromwell he did her pumuel
And made II breach in her bastlement.
It's there's the roses and the lovely poses.
And the statues are beyond compare;
There's Helen, Vanus and Ricodamus
All standing naked in the open air."
"That's splendid potry," my companion sal
t'did you make it,"
aNo, madame, it's the composition of one of Il
Homers of my country"
az didn't know the Horers was Irish. spo!
the town in Claiborne is called after them. Miste
I'll tell you what I want; want you to put tn
piece in my album"
"Would your husband be pleased to find
stranger had put piece in your allbum?"
CURED politely adopting the lady's pr9nunciatio
"Oh, yes she answered, /" my old man wan
me to git all the potry can intoi it."
I complied with the lady's wish, and soon aft
was on the gallery, horses saddled at the ga
ready to bid my hostess adieu, and settle up.
sent for her and asked the amount of my bi
Three dollars, she said, as it was "hard money
l expressed my satisfaction at the moderation
the bill, and taking out my wallet, handed the la
three dollars in Confederate notes.
"Mister, you told me you would pay specie"
"No, madamerI told you I would pay ha
money"
" You don't call this hard money!"
d" Madame, it's worth about three cents on
dollar, and it's the hardest money I've ever hi
Good morning"
"Here, come back and take this trash. I do
want it,"
= "Keepit madame. Put it beside that poetry
your album"
The last words heard from the lady, as l W
getting out of earshot were, dirty Irish scamp
"nasty old soger"
And so we parted, and so we differed on I
hard money question. The stepdaughter l fou
to be different stuff. She was an angel She |,
filed my haversack with nice things.
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