Daily union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1865-1866, 1866-08-24
ASA IIARrz Ar momE--Xo. II.

JAcQUE O'DnIUNTz, Esq:
lfy dear B0Uer-I am at home once more.
The glory Of ten thousand gas lights join
with tie myriad stars which twinkle over
the Crescent City, and the chorus is-"Wel-
come Homer / am glad Of il. l have
roamed. my bower since / first wrote you Of
how Scott took the OATH ] have roasted in
the tropics and been frozen at the extreme
north end Of an island which in 1868 drift
ed from its moorings in Lake Erie and ran
against the North pole. ] have stood be-
side the cherished dying, and when that
diving was dead, helped 20 raise one more
monument which would appeal to Gods
blue bend in behalf Of justice, right and
truth / have heard the wall Of the infant
when its murdered mother was dead to its
appeal for bread. have 'bummed" in vain
for many Square meal" and have fallen
asleep dreaming Of the viands at Moreau's.
] have seen things in muchness.
But ] am home again, and feel jolly on
general principles
/ sit in my room and gaze ont on the
beautiful landscape. In front, flashing upon
my vision like the dewy diamond in the eye
e q well-spanked baby, is SAMUEL r..
Moore, china, croczery and glassware"
Stretching to my left in characters as large
as were once the hopes Of the Coniederacy,
/ see "GARTHwAITE, LEWIS d STEWART,
wholesale and retail clothers." Away to
the right looms up the irresistible Moody
who seems 10 defy some imaginary vender
of shirts up in the Fourth District. Beneath
me run the one-mule teams Of the mighty
SLAwsoN, whose tickets 60 for money all
over the city.
Yes, my bower, am at home; where the
little HARTz used 10 be happy in the public
grounds Of Prytania and Lafayette; where
the big HARTz used to display his forensic
eloquence at the bar--of SANS on St.
Charles street, at ten cents a case. Where
Uncle DAyY TwIGGs was wont 10 swear at
Quartermasters, and the bulletin boards
teemed with naval victories achieved on
Lake Ponchartrain, wherein the saucy Ner
London was constantly sunk, riddled and
blown up by Confederate missiles and Con-
icderate powder But things have changed
my boys Somewhat.
My uncle J. ID. has nothing to say here
now. Successfully the BUTLERs, the BANK
sIs, the CANBYs, and the SHERIDANs, have
had the ruling voice whilst HoOD, GARDNER,
BUCKNER, LONGsrREET, WHEELER, cold
Blizzard" THOMPSON and "sich," have cot
toned down at various corners 10 dream in
quiet Of the glorious deeds Of the dead, sor-
Towful past Selah
But 10 il a world Of change my bower,
though ! feel in my heart Of lIARTz-when
] feel in my pocllet-that the change is not
evenly divided We must not be dismaycd,
though. There il something for every man
10 DO and have resolved TO hire circular
piano and a monkey, and fulfill my destiny.
People love music-in New Orleans-and l
shall cater 10 the popular taste.
Gizzard-ioo and ebo-shin go on the ram
pueg here occasionally, and occasionally
suffer ior e.. The guardian angels Of the i.
Is. 90 not always stretch The wings of their
protective power over them, and SAMBo
sometimes joins his father in quarter where
1 hope you and ], my bower, will never rent
apartments.
But / am reconstructed, my bower-tho-
roughly so. Every morning i awake at
daylight singing
'oh, say, can you sce'
and ! generally manage to see il. 1 pray
for il TO wave Think there is no reasona-
bic cause 10 doubt il ,rW wave.
In case / should fail in my professional
musical enterprise with the circular piano
and monkey, / beg you will secure for me a
position as confidential clerk or private sec
Rotary 20 some respectable boot-black in
your nCighb0rhood. / care nothing for sal
airy. Money T. no Oliec, with me- for / am
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