The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1874-04-07
Sursurll COrsia.
{ For the fashion of this world passeth away.

Fold itup, Ma den, and lay it away!
Fold up and lay it away.
he delicate veil with its orange bloom;
K and lii es shall fade in the gloom
If the future that waits with its silent tomb
Footprints of will mark the way;
Fold it up Bride, and lay it away!
Fold it up AID lay it away.
The golden carl by the baby worn;
100 soon he will r. ach his manhood's morn
And newer love than thine be born
To sun itself in the shining ray;
Fold it up, Mother, and lay it away
Fold it up and lay it away,
The love that has blest some exquisite hours;
ihorns there were many; fewer the flowers.
Yet perfumed and glowing as summer showers,
A. ady wi h gladness and sorrow as they;
Fold it up, Heart, and lay it away
Fold it up, and lay it away,
Each relic so precious Of kindliest thought;
Each trife SO priceless with memory fraught;
Each heart-throb whose image on paper was caught:
Too sensitive now for lgut of the day;
Fold it up, Heart and lay it away
Fold it up, and lay it away,
rhe pam, with the love that has given it birth
They are equs he RS to one mOther-tart
And love born of Love is alone OF worth;
Ay all, not of God, is but common clay
Fold ii up Spirit and lay it away.
Fold it IN, and lay it away
Dream of t. e Maiden, all roseatA bright;
Dream of the Bride, in visions wait;
Dream OF tie Mother, ere tears dim her sight;
Dream of he spirit, while yet fingers ight
Change is predestined-the world must decay;
Fold it up, soul, and lay it away!
An Italian lawyer has eclipsed his Phila-
delphia brethren by his acuteness i'll defend
ing client. A tax-collector of Naples alb
seconded with public money amounting to
800, 600. He was caught, brought back and
tried, but the jury acquitted him, because
the money he had stolen was the peoples
III honey, and as he was one of the people he
was part owner OF that money, and of course
it would be mOnstrOus to convict a man of
stealing what was his own. The manly
courage Of this plea is far preferable to the
sneaking dodge OF emotional insanity.
San Francisco has had a furious lawsuit
over one inch and half of ground. Law
yers quoted authorities, read decisions, and
grew red in the face as they Numbered forth
their arguments, and the Judge excelled
himself in his earned decision concerning a
bit of dirt which man could carry in his
vest pocket.
The London Punch has a brilliant list of
contributors, but it is a sad task to run over
their names for nearly all Of them have
gone to early though honored graves. It's
last distinguished editor, Mr.. Shirley Brooks,
only succeeded to his friend Mark Lemon
in that Office four years ago. He was a
strong and robust man, took good care of
his health, and could not have been much
overwOrked. Yet he has been struck down
before passing the fatal line of sixty years.
The little band who established or
worked at an early period for
Punch are nearly all dead
Douglass Jerrold, Gilbert A'Beckett, Thack-
cray, Leech, Tom Hood, the brothers Brough.
Lemon, and now Shirley Brooks. .Jerrold
was only fifty-four when he died and Thack-
cray tifty-two. Poor Leech was only forty
seven. Yet these men all accomplished an
enormous amount of work in the scanty
years allotted to them, and some of them
built up undying regulations. Few men of
tifty-two have so much to show for twenty
years of work as Thackeray-and it is with
in the period of twenty years that almost all
his work was done. The name of Macaulay
is imperishabie-yet Macaulay died in his
fifty-ninI h year.