New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1866-09-01
Canal street.
A POLITICAL DESCRIPTION.

Canal street. =.
POLITICAL DESCRIPTION.
We publish the following by particular re-
quest
M. Editor-Upon getting sly glimpse into
the portfolio of literary friend Of mine, few
days ago, / found the following fragment of
poetical description of great boulevard, which
/ thought might interest your readers so / hooked
it, and enclose it to you for publication, should
you deem it worthy place in your columns.
Tier upon tier, i see the buildings rise,
Whose slated SUBMITS mingle with the skies;
There through the air the quivering wires bear
Their lightning messages from far and near;
There as you walk the streets with toilsome tread
You smell the odors from some bouquet she'd
AS toward the river, around you wheel
Our own great Clay in bronze-though dark as
Meets the inquiring gaze, and the great lesson
Though bright in faces, brass grows dim in
breaches.
Yes, mark the street, center OF vast bazaars,
Its spacious width an avenue for cars.
There in the crowd the fitting hoops are crushed,
| While .'mid the noise the wearers oaths are
| hushed;
Full many ankles shown, or wink is given,
Which lead the gazer oft to hell---or heaven;
There at the corner stand "t ads 2 in array,
| Fit for nought else, they stare their time away.
| Their greatest good in life to be well dress'd,
| Their fondest hope and ainl-to be addressed;
| There in his dirty coat and hat in hand
| Beside his oven is the chestnut man,
Content through storms and rains and such disas
tiers,
4 If he can hoard away a few shinplasters.
There, Haunting boldly in hoop skirts and founces
Vice seeks herprey as on her way she bounees,
| Till lost amid the rushing crowd she disappears,
\ And goes toward her fate in grief or tears.
4 There see we childhood with its toys and fun,
4 Begging fond mama for drum or gun
Gazing at all it views-desiring all it sees;
Too much is coyeted-too little had to please.
4 Oh happy childhood, which thinks purse mint
And squanders all without thought or stint!
Oh happy childhood thrice happy on this street
ELong may it hear the echoes of your feet
Long may its beauties dazzle your bright eyes,
| Long may its scenes excite your loud surprise.
There can be seen great Moody's granite sign,
Rising in solemn grandeur all the while,
j Moody, the majestic dealer in shirts and drawers
/ Keen student of immature and the laws,
| Which keep control of all his fellow men,
And ope's their purses oftand oft again;
His eagle eye detects their purpose clear,
He knows by instinct what they wish to wear
Whether it be lawn, or Belfast web,
He covers all with shirts-or Fed. OF Reb.
Oh, Moody monarch of the street sing,
Shirts are shirts STILL since you came in the ring
Oh, Moody! vendor Of crayats and gloves,
Which danes unite in calling perfect Lowest"
List to my lay-With genius prompt my rhyme,
Or sell my garments on good long time.
Moody-with riches art thou well begirt
Architect Of Fortune builder of a shirt.
May those who favor thee ne er have.a cause
To spoil thy fortune, or to mar thy drawers;
| May age bring comforts, soft and sweet, as those
Enjoyed by all who wear thy matches hose.
And when thou hardest in thy final checks
May'st thou be saved at last, on the pretext
That thou didst cover oft the shirtless poor
| With shirts, such as they never saw before;
Escape the dangers of st. Peters sword
| By getting from the poet good word!
oh Moody-when thonst past the various hurts
i;0f life-who, who, alas! will make our shirts
Shirts which do always fit, and always wear
Shirts which were meier yet known to tear.
| Who will reform our morals with our dress?
Oh Moody-thou great friend of cleanliness,
Adieu- thy praise I'll sing another time,
| Now admiration banishes my rhyme.