The New Orleans crescent., 1868-06-21
Written for the n. o. Crescent.l
A LETTER OF GOSSIP.

Has it ever struck you how much more feas.
ible q thing looks when coming il over by
night then 1t will when viewed in days broad
light? Night seems to cast a glamour over a
plan, to smooth all the sharp angles, round the
rough corners, and give an air of correctness
to wild projects that garish day strips it Of, and
lays bare in all their disagreeabilities and i'm.
possibilities.
This is very much the case with me now Last
night could not WOO the drOwsy God to touch
my weary eye-lids with his poppy oil, and while
tossing about wishing day would core, even If
with its never ending cares, II popped into nv
head to write you letter, and you can't i'm.
agine how eloquent | made it before | dropped
of into dream-snd and lighted upon a battle
field of men in red and black uniforms-and that
| suppose, scared il away, for | find that my
eloquent letter, viewed by the mornings sun
don't come up TO the one made while wooing
Morpheus.
SO what do you say to one of our old time
gossppng letters, running through all sorts of
nonsense, and like the bee, slipping the honey
from each flower we touch and nttiug on To
others! Nonsense. you know, tits said is relished
by the best, and in truth, judging from re.
marks I've heard made lately over newspaper
articles, | should say nonsense, and very stupid
nonsense at that. was at a high premium. II
that is the case, may find favor, as | feel fully
capable OF writing, and often of talking and
sometimes OF doing sad amount of veritab.e
nonsense.
There is, l believe, a certain espyt du CORPS
belonging to all classes and grades of this great
social whirgig yclept "the world" and an anu.
sing instance Of It fell under my notice not long
since on Canal street. Standing at Que of tue
store doors, was a professional beggar woman
with an infant 10 her arms, and coming down the
street was another with a baby also the one
coming down the street gave a quick Twink of
her eye, slight grin. and half shake OF her
head as much ss 70 say, mo go :" and passed on
without a he nth
ceased her whining and went on her way. It was
done in fash OF time, and seemed a regular sign
of felloghoOd between them; the one plainly
telling the other without a word, that begging at
that door was time lost and the other understand.
ing II, resumed her line of march with no more
waste OF time and wOIds. So such wretches who
make misery trade, have their sly humors
among themselves. and their cryptological deyi.
ces for professional convenience.
wonder If some ladies will ever learn the
meaning OF the words, good taste ?" Three
times lately have seen ladies' in dresses and
waists Of very fine white Swiss, gauzy and web.
like in texture, and wearing thick linen cutfs and
collars with them. The greenest greeny from a
pine backwoods ought 10 know il was out of keep
ing and in bad taste.
This is Wednesday night and I've been on the
gallery to catch little fresh air, look for some.
body, and. In the meantime. take look az the
SLY rockets sent up from the very ultra radical
meeting, and | thought how very embematic the
rockets were Of the party-a great fuss and izzle,
not a very pleasant SMELL and then out and no
more of them.
The pleasant showers Of the past few days seem
TO enliven the floral kingdom. and the bright flow.
ers lift their rain washed faces and scent the air
in grateful odors My garden is beautiful now
and the pet pinks, heliOtrope and roses are gl)w-
ing IN rich confusion Of colOrs that would tempt
me to linger among them for hours we're it not
that stern duty points her relentless fnger to a
huge basket Of buttonless shirts and undarned
socks, and that "minds me" to bid you good
night Law down men. and take nv thimbla
May your shadow never grow less"
JUDITu