The New Orleans crescent., 1868-12-20


considerably puzzled were any one to ask him II
bis corps de ballet b the identical one that raised
. furore at Niblo's, and further and particularly,
what connection has the tsblesu IN the last act
with the preceding acts of the spectacle?
There IL one ddnseuse, Mile Diana, who is q
genuine artist in her line, although not as light
and graceful as Tsglion or Blsngy. the insteps Of
whose little feet curved like q bended bow aud
Fitted them from the stage with fairy-like light
ness. 49, ti-r @AHl III - - .'--y
THE VARIETIES.
The event of the week at this theater was Sheri-
dams benefit. A promising young actor Is the
beneficiary. While looking at some of his per-
sonations one is reminded of rollickng Dublinite
dswdling down sack vile street, whistIing. in an
undertone, care to the winds. Collins in his bet.
ter days was fond of coming down TO the foot
lights and compelling an audience to do him ho-
velous somerssut on his tight rope, drew himself
up proudly, and smilingly looking his auditors 10
the face, seemed to say: Applaud me! Who
ever saw any feat like unto this, ye pittites }"
Sheridan may have taken hint from Collins.
"Under the Palm" dramatizstion Of
Enoch Arden is the rage at the Varieties
This yields to the /" Lancashire Lassr Monday
evening. Alas If 1t be not better played than
Dora" for Farmer Allan was absent at each
evening Of its representation. He and Couldock
left the city together.
ACADEMY OF MUSIC.
"Undine"i Is still the rage at the Academy of
Music. This Is the old Germ an legend Black
Crooked in snowy style. Bidwe's taste 10 dis
plays Of this kind IL 90 well known as to need no
pen mention. The grand finale is certainly tax.
ing, but one fails to see what the figures have to
do with the plot Of "Undine.n II would require,
we think, search warrant to find out.
HEALTH AND HOME.
Another new weekly paperis to be born in New
York. New Years day. 1t is to bear the above
euphonous title, and to be under the general edi.
torial supervision of Donald G. Mitchell, known
to the literary world as elk Marvel.n
Mitchell made himself somewhat famous as
defender of the blessings OF bachelordom. Every
Whit Of smoke that $50 gracefully curled" from
the end of his fragrant Havana were but wreathed
proofs of that independence which belongs to a
bachelor.
Every one convsrssnt with Sheffield Park the
seat OF the duke of Norfolk, knows that some
years since, this scion of ell the Howards built
splendid room expressly for after dinner smoking
purposes. The tender nostrils of the peeresses
were thus saved from the unpleasant odor Of
tobacco. a t-A o 20
Whether "Ik Marvel" will emulate the exam
pie set by Norfolk remains to be seen. 1t is pro-
bable that he may build Q snug sanctum for the
purpose of reveling in his so-called vicious habit
of smoking, for Mrs. Harriet Beecber Stowe is his
companion in the Hearth and Fireside." The
little nerves of the olfactories which stood 'man
fully" the odor Of Africa for so many years, may
quiver with disgust at the smell of cigar.
snd q ns sS
ner of the Hearth and Fireside," philosophically
smoking Havana in the full enjoyment OF the
dreamy bliss which the sedative. excitant weed
bestows upon its owner, and Mrs. Stowe in an
other corner,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm"
while writing furious philippe, (sfter the man
ner of King Jamess' Counterblast) against to-
bacco.
THE OLD, OLD STORY.
An exchange says that an extraordinary epi-
demic has broken out at Meridian, in our unrecon-
stIucted sister State, Mississippi. 1t is
"a union of hearts and union hands,"
commonly called " marriage" which sometimes
turns out to be mirage!
AWopos. A friend places on our table some
stapzss which have been lying in his portfolio
since the day the girl he loved ran away with a
rival. Here they are:
A LOVE SONG.
Vert thou by my side, who art fairest and near
est,
My heart, like an instrument, trembling with
Would send out of love notes, the rarest and
dearest,
Till they thrillingly yibrated thy heart chords
along.
I'd tell thee of love- yes of love, the old story,
How anguish had sorrowed the sweetest of
girls;
How the knights of the lance, ever eager for
glory,
Had rushed into war for cluster of curs.
But ah better far than the olden romances,
Is the romance Of ours in this soft, sunny
cline,
When the pale, rogush moon, stealing silvery
glances,
Saw our souls overflow with love, music and
rhyme.
The moments few by like the birds of the morn.
ing, -.--- a.. I.
The moon set too soon DER the broad sea afar
Too early the Pleades the east were adorning,
Too early then faded each glittering star
Come back to my bosom, dream but of thee,
love,
Ny daytime is turned to the darkness of night,
Let me climb not the Pisgah of bliss but to see,
love,
The bright Land of Promise fade away from my
sight