The Louisianian. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1870-1871, 1871-01-22

The carpenters son must be a carpente,
the plowman's plowman. Among then
were not seen parents toiling hard ant
depriving themselves of comforts in orde
that their children might reach anothe
and higher position. No children de
spised their parents in that their educ
alton, their accustomed circumstances
untitled them for the circle in which theil
offspring moved"
He talked splendidly, and we all though
Jones completely annihilated. Every
word uttered was a stab at the young.
ster's insolence. How elegantly it was
done too! Oleander had never impressed
us more favorably. My wife and daugh-
ters interchanged looks of ill-concealed
satisfaction. No one of us glanced in
Jones's direction out of pity for his ex-
treme discontinue Imagine, then, our
establishment when, in firm and digni-
fed tone, that individual again interrupt
ed our esteemed friends oratory:
Gas philosopher, Sir, you are, I must
suppose, inclined to honor those who love
the truth. You will oblige me by throw
ing more light upon what you have just
uttered 1t appears to me that the laws
Of God are higher than those of man
that where He gave talent He meant it
should be used No one, believe, can
deny that the common people have pro-
duced the greatest geniuses. What
would not mankind have lost had they
been compelled by law to devote them
selves exclusively to the parental profes-
sion!" ..
Jones spoke well-there was no ques-
ton OF that. But then what impudence
l never saw the gentlemanly exterior of
Oleander SO discomposed. He turned
pale with indignation and bit his lips be-
fore he responded, in frigid tone:
II know of no better illustration, Sir,
OF the truth of my remarks than yourself.
l bid you good-evening." He glanced at
the clock upon the mantle, and added,
gayly: Eyes, ladies your pleasant converse
has delayed me many minutes beyond
the time set for an appointment else
where" And bowling himself out of the
room he was gone.
Jones, the indomitable, had, however,
opportunity to declare to him that a gen.
tleman did not know what a verbal in
sRlt was; he cared merely for the truth
concerning himself. My youngest daugh-
ter now asked him for his opinion on
book of engravings just published, and
he seated himself besides her to examine
them.
was lost in reverie for some mo-
ments, and then invited Mr.. Jones to
visit my collection of paintings. My
laughter Emma accompanied us. / had
to give the young man some
atherly advice, but her presence prevent
ID it. Would 1 have been able to do SO |
lad she not been with us? Ireally doubt |
t, SO self-possessed was he with all his |
mpudence. Had Oleander maintained
us supremacy or had Jones? II
ooked at his ll-clad figure 1 thought
If his position in society. I wondered
md well I might. My enthusiasm for
lrt, however, soon absorbed my mind |
N an animated and learned conversation
With my protege (?) again forgot my
ell, and. bidding him good-by, cordially |
invited him again to visit me.
"Why, George, how could you ?" asked |
ny wife, Indignantly.
"The impudent little wretch!" exclaim-
d my eldest daughter.
"He's shockingly vulgar !" declared
10Th Elizabeth and Matilda
"Oh, pa. I think he's SO funnyl" laughed
Emma, my youngest /
How could so much impudence be
oined with such good sense was that
which puzzled me.
I saw Jones two or three times after
bis before I felt in myself the ability to
peak to him as I desired, and as my
aturA kindly feeling prompted me. At
ast the occasion came At the private
lew Of the National Academy I was SO
lspired. A friend was about to present
ones to the great Splatterdash-an his
oricl painter Of renown. That worthy