The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1875-06-27
BEAUTY AND BEAST.


am no young girl to invite your brutality. y
It was said in street Car, in which was
plenty of people, some Of whom, dehors the
offending ''brute, were iu-mannered enough
to incontinently 60 to staggering.
1t was said by lady whose very costly and
tasteful attire excited no enmity in masculine
minds, through its seeking to eclipse more
coveted eplendors of face and person. These
had gone picnicking in her spiritual hemis-
phere of life. Her appearance brought out
into new distinctness some old, dim lines of
Halieck, long faded in the dusty tablets Of
our memory: ,.
| 0Fanny was younger once than she is now,
| And prettier OF course. DO not mean
To say that there are wrinkles on her brow,
| But 70 be candid, she is past eighteen,
| Perhaps past twenty"
thirty-forty- what slight of Providence
grows in sensitive minds that will not see the
wisdom of its ways, and find in the season Of
DAYS that are fallen sin the sere and yellow
leaf" sober content, and presumption in
| joys that shall not perish, and charms that
are never to fade. Not that our lady in the
street car is to be so ticketed or turned over
to the tender mercies Of that utterly extinct
class of Bible moralists, who, in their day and
generation, venerated gray hairs. Hers was
merely the uncertain age with which we are
all familiar. But we run loose and are almost
garrulous.
It was said by q ge-man; We will see
presently as to the adjective portion. He
was without thread swry, either of hair or
cloth, in dress or toilet and about thirty. At
first he was startled wondered if it was
he who was addressed; then the doubt left
him, and he looked as if enjoying sense of
sinking through the floor. His mind was
obviously occupied for . moment after in q
search for crevices, ever SO small; then, in
despair. he surveyed wildly the Stats of the
sun-blind, as if to make exit that way.
But bulk and gravitation prevailed, and he
remained in his seat Sooni he ventured to
look around the car. when his courage and
color came suddenly back. The lady seemed
the sole object of attention among his fellow
"brutes." He rallied until he felt like Sam
son, and could pull any edifce over anybody's
ears. But the affiir took such peaceful
turn, it becomes pleasant for the historian to
relate it.
"My dear madam" he said blandly, "you
will give me leave to hope that you do not
call yourself old"
"Sir," she calculated mincingly. and gor-
geous fan sprang to the apex Of that bashful
crown.
"And pray, pardon me-" he hurried on to
say, 81 protest to you, am not one who
could offend 30 superb lady
& "Dear me, sir, sir" was interrupted with
much facial exuberance.
Sand was unconscious that my eyes con.
tinued to rest on you after the first inspiring
glance Of admiration, which you must surely
know how to pardon"
''Sir, sir it is I was mistaken do not
mention"
"My dear madam" he continued, with
high military appreciation Of the importance
of conducting charge with steadiness, II
have myself q wife, who is older than you,
and who, but for her marriage, would be
clamorous in her pretenses to be thought
young. 1t would be rash to insinuate against
her the singular indiscretion of being no
longer young, as you imply of yourself.
"You, sir, are gentleman; and sir, do give
my love to your wife, do"
/. "My dear madam" continued he, now be-
come what q marine would call 'cynosure Of
all eyes, 1--WE have cottage, without chill |
dren, and you must favor us with-ah you |
get out here" And as unconditional q hero
as any street car incident could make in SO |
brief a time. sprang to the bell-rope, which |
he pulled with q vigor denoting him the
victor in that struggle which had
promised to opposite termination when it
began.
"Now, my dear lady, you must give me
leave to attend you home," he said, blandly,
stepping out Of the car door. She murmured |
thanks almost inaudibly. Selling the arm Of
the acknowledged gentleman, the two passed
around the corner, ont Of sight.
What shocking riot prevailed for few
seconds among the brptal occupants Of that
street car, the writer will suppress for the |
credit of his own gender.
Clasping Hands Across Bunker Hill.
The Boston Advertiser, calling attention to |
the cordial feeling OF reunion and good will |
between the sections manifested at the Bun |
ker Hill Centennial, says:
All! now, indeed, after go many years Of |
and undreamed of perils and
we see fulfilled that splendid and
utteranceNof Abraham Lincoln in |
March, 1851: "WeS are not enemies, but |
friends. We must not be enemies-though |
passion may have strained, it must not break |