New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1866-07-09
canal street,-A Poetlcal Description.


M. EdHoy-Upon getting sly glimpse into the
portfolio of literary friend of nine few DAYS
ago. found the following fragment of a poetioal
description Of our great boulevard, which though
might interest your readers, so looked and en-
close it to you for publication should you deem it
worthy place in your columns. JOE
Tier upon tier, see the buildings rise,
Whose slated submits minge with the skies;
Then through the air the quiyering wires bear
Their lightning messages fromtar and near
Then as you walk the streets with toilsome tread
You smell the odours from some bouquet shed,
As toward the river, around you wheel
Our own great Clay in brouze-though dark as
steel
Meets the inquiring gaze, and the great lesson
teaches
Though bright in faces, brass grows dim in
breeches.
Yes mark the street, center of vast bazaars,
Its spacious width an avenue for cars.
lhere IN the crowd the fitting hoops are crushed,
Whle 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;
Then at the corners stand Tads in array.
Fit for nought else, they stare their time away.
Their greatest good in life to be well dressed,
Their fondest hope and aim-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,
If he can hoard away few shin plasters.
Then Haunting broadly in hoop-skrts and aounces,
Vice seeks her prey as on her way she bounces
Till lost amid the rushing crowd she disappears,
And goes toward her fate in grief or tears.
Then see we childhood with its toys and fun,
Begging fond mama for drum or gun
Gazing at all it yiews-desiriug all it sees;
Too much is coyeteG-too little had to please.
Oh happy childhood, which thinks a purse q mint,
And squanders all without thought or stint
oh happy childhood, thrice happy on this street
Long may it hear the echoes Of your feet
Long may its beauties dazzle your bright eyes;
| Long may its scenes excite your loud surprise.
Then can be seen great Moody's granite pile,
Rising in solemn grandeur all the while,
Moody, the majestic dealer in shirts and drawers
Keen student of our nature and the laws
Which keep control Of all his fellow men,
And ope's their purses oft and 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. or 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 loves +"
List to my lay-with genius prompt my rhyme,
Or sell my garments on a good long time.
Moody, with riches art thou well begirt,
Architect of fortune-builder of a shirt,
May those who favor thee meier 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 matchess hose. %
And when thou handest in thy final checks
May'st thou be saved at last on the pretext
That thou did'st 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 thou'st past the various hurts
OF 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.