The New Orleans crescent. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1866-1869, 1868-07-26
EXCERPTS FROM MY NOTEBOOK
FOR THE THOUGHTFUL READERS OF TIE CRESCENT.

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lis the disposition Of some loving natures to
think kindnesses, to plan silent bountes to scheme
pleasures, to be ever doing some little act of ten
der affection for those they love. We are far too
apt, for the most part, to accept with careless
ease such acts as if they were our due. The
Marys who bring ointment for our feet get but
little thanks. Some of Us never feel or sppre.
ciate this devotion, or are moved by it to graft.
tude or acknowledgment; others only recall it,
years after, when the days are past in which those
sweet kindnesses were spent on us-when the
loving ones are gone, never TO return, and we
perchance are with those who are not Marys in
thoughtful love, though loving us. Then it is the
gentle care, the tender attention that bespoke,
even in little things, how we ever dwelt with them
and were ever present in their hearts will come
before Memory's eye and the contrast bring the
bitter tear yelling to our eyes. And we offer
back TO them our return for the debt by a poor,
tardy payment of tears-selish even in our re-
Bret-as we realize how deeply and unselfshly
we were loved, how much we have lost. Then
npon her will fall forgotten tones of love from
voices that ever spoke softly to us; kind glances
shine upon her out Of the past from bright eyes
that ever rested fondly on us-soft and clear, and
longed after, because they never return to us;
as holiday music heard from within prison walls,
or sunshine seen through bars, more sweet and
priced because unattainable, more light because
of the contrast Of present darkness and solitude
whence there is no escape.
An act by which we gain one friend and make
one enemy lie q losing game. because revenge is
stronger passion than gratitude.
But think not to physic that quacks are confined,
All the world is stage, and the quacks nan.
kind;
There's trade law, and State quacks, nay, would
we but search
We should fnd-Heaven bless us-some quacks in
the church.
"If you're curious bout thing, praise it,
And ten to one but vanity betrsys it'll
''Tis fine world, my masters, right or wrong
When fortune favOrs, none but fools will daily"
Most of our misfortunes are more supportable
than the comments of our friends upon them.
There comes
Forever something between us and what
We deem our happiness.
Let tomorrow take care of tomorrow,
CO It's cares need not burden our mind.
What's the use to anticipate sorrow!
LIES troubles are never behind.
II TO hope over much be an error,
IT'S one that the wise have preferred,
AndhOIC oft haze our hearts been IN terror,
Of eUllS that neUer occurred!
Absence is to love what fasting is to the body;
little stimulates it, but long abstinence ia
fatal.
lnconsistency-the only thing in which men are
Consistent.
We are sure to lose when we quarrel with our.
selves it is civil war, and In all such contentious
triumphs are defeats.
Marriage is a feast where the grace is some.
times better than the dinner.
Worldly friendship is like our shadows while
we walk in sunshine it sticks to u.s. but the mo-
meDt we enter the shade it deserts US.
All my life I've passed
Dropping buckets into empty wells,
And drawing nothing up.
We live in deeds, not years, in thoughts, not
breatbs,
In feelings, not in figures on dial.
ELIZABETH,