The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1877-05-14

A Few words About the Co,npenen mt g.art
Of n Procession

4 Few words Ah9ut the Co,npsns mt rsa RI q
Of n Procession.
Attracted by the stirring music of q
brass band we left our table and sat on
the window sill on Gravier street to look
at the procession as 1t passed along
Camp street. There were the military.
civil and religious organizations In gala
dress, marching bravely to the sound of
music At least, we heard the music.
and imagined that they must have
looked grand; but we did not see them.
for on dravier street, Immediately in
front OF the DEMOCRAT office, walked
past beautiful woman, leading by the
hand a graceful child, about four years
old.
What did we care for professions In
the face Of that pretty woman and In
nocent child? We have never curried
favor with PROFESSIONS, but at the same
time we do not want to make enemies
OF these concerns, and we admit that
when there is nothing around to look at
that Is more interesting We generally
look with resignation, il not oompla-
cency, upon q procession If we stumble
upon 1t. We are weak in this wise to-
ward professions, because we have q
good many intimate and true friends
who are of professional turn of mind,
and would rather go without bread and
meat, yea, and even without drink, than
miss participation in pageant.
We do not blame them, we do not
pity them; sometimes even we envy
them. Wo have often looked suuarely
in the face Of man walking In pro-
cession, one OF those who enjoy the
thing. and the beaming eye. the dis
tended nostril, the elastic step, the curl
ing smile. all join in irrefragable proof
that that man is really happy. The
pavement may be hard and aocidented,
the loot may be sore, perchanoe one or
two jealous corns may endeavor to dis
turb the serenity of the procession
lists soul as he joys along over the
rough stones, like the Roman slave in
the triumphal car crying out, "CPzar.
thou art but o man y but the soul OF the
processionist Is above such trifles, be he
Of the militia, Of the Portuguese, OF the
Hibernian, of the Y. M. b. A. The pro-
b, D.
rough pavements, the July sun or the
winter rain. He walks in tho process
sion. Thousands Of women, children.
and gazing bystanders gaze upon him
as he passes, the luminous part Of o.
glorious whole.
In his own estimation he Is the cyno-
sure OF all eyes. This makes his hap
piness. We must say that he has very
little consideration for the balance OF
the procession. He does not despise or
think badly Of it, but he has the proud
consciousness that he Is, Us 1t were, the
foundation stone OF the procession, and
Providence he was to be left out. the |
entire throng would be blank and dis
appointment would palsy the hearts and
clog the admirative faculties Of the ga
ling bystanders, women and children |
The man in the procession may be mis-
taken for aught we know; but of this
much we are certain, that every man in |
that column is convinced that he is the |
pivotal being Of the pageant.
We have stated all this for the pur-
pose Of giving due credit to PROFESSIONS !
IL we have to make enemies OF all Of |
them we must say that one pretty
woman ig worth more, and Is more |
agreeable to look at, than all the flags, |
paraphernalia, pageants, and individual |
good looking processionists that ever
paraded.
A procession is an agglomeration con-
catinated and co-ordinated of men, not |
good looking per sc, and, as whole,
rather tedious to look at for any length |
of time; q pretty woman Is the most |
exquisite workmanship Of God, and |
when she leads child by the hand |
(even IL 1t is to 60 and see procession |
she becomes sacred thus com aiming the |
two supreme ideas Of beauty and rev.
erence, which are not, as general |
thing, to be met with in PROFESSIONS.