The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1881-12-10
VILLETTE'S VIVACITIES.
Fabrics of Fact and Fancy Fashioned by
the Facile Faber of Fair Felicianian.
WEST FEL1CIANA. Nov. q, 1881.

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| WEST FEL1c1ANA. Nov. %, 1881.
EDITOR CHIEF:
| We are reveling in the delightful
"Summer of st. Martini" or the happ,
season perhaps better known as Indial
Summer, which, if legends be not in fault
thegood divinity Contentowit vouchsafe
his red children as q special blessin,
that they may gather tho latter harves
and bring their hunts to close. As
sit by my open window, see the faint
blue, hazy mist descending upon the en-
circling amphitheatre of hills-beecl
and oak crowned and gorgeous with tn,
fantastic glories of autumnal splendor-
gathering itself in closer folds upor
them. its filmy beauty enhancing but
not concealing the exquisite hues OF
the forest scenery, as q shadowy veil
| lends softer radiance to the intermingled
colors of the'solar spectrum. The sky is
Of that deep and pure blue shade with
palest tinge of pink around the horizon,
and in the Western heavens like the
broken half of a golden circlet,
Meek Dana's crest
Floats through the azure sky-an island OF the blest
single star is at her side and reigns
With her DER half the lovely heaven
Descending from sky to earth, hear
from the stubble of the corn-field, a
company of saucy partridges calling out
their merry notes Of Bob White" in
defiance of shotgun and pointer. The
sweet chimes-to me-of the distant
sheep and cow-bells sound faintly as the
herds near the pasture-bars, those musi-
cal "ko-ling, ko-lang, kolinglelingles,'' p
rhythmical melody which lent inspira-
ton to one of the sweetest poems in the
English language. hear too the laugh
ter of Lindy and Patience, ebon little
Bopeeps of the poultry-yard, driving.
home the geese and turkies-the songs
of the "hands" coming in with the last
load of cotton from the now we'll cleaned
fields, and, O most prosaic reality! my
olfactory organs are filled with the odor
not of new-1nown hay nor of fragrant
blossoms-but of fried bacon and corn
cake, which aaends from the humble
hearths of the thrifty Negro helpmeets
who are preparing supper for their hun
CRY lords. Perhaps it is the soft balmi-
ness of the evening, or some undeinable
charm peculiar to the season, but certain
it is there is an unaccounta BILE something
which has cast a glamour over the scone
and time and serves to idealize even the
commonplace details Of plantation life.
There are women and women-accord-
ing to the chronological division of the
globe, Caucasians, Mongolians, Africans,
and Indians, an undoubted
fact, which even the most predetermined
will scarcely dispute. But
looking at the gentler sex from philo-
sophical standpoint, feel justified in
again asserting that "There are women
and women," ono class of whom that
would feel "the world we'll lost for loves
sweet sake" the other, who are Clara
We're de Veres, who may have been born
or have had disdain thrust
upon them, or achieved isdain by sod
ulous cultivation of that eminently high
toned quality. l am led to these moral,
or rather sentimental reflections, by tho
recollection of can DER true tale" which
has been recently revived in my memory
by the appearance of lady now living
in Bayou Sara, and i'll whose life roman
tic episode we'll proves the truism that
''truth is stranger than felton," The
story is short and not uninteresting:
Some time after the close of our civil
war q stranger made his appearance in
this parish. A Frenehman, his refine
ment, cultivated mind and gentlemanly
indicated one to the manner
born, yet, for want of means he was COM
PEELED to accept a lowly and humble po-
sition to earn bare subsistence. In time
be became acquainted with certain
young lady whose father is stilla resident
Of Bayou Sara. From admiration the tran
sition was easy to love, and the too sus-
ceptible Frenchman fell o victim to
Cupia's wiles and the charms of Miss
Not SO the lady i'll ques-
zion; if she did not freeze him "with her
noble BIRTH" she did the next worst
thing, she rejected his suit with scorn,
the presumption that had dared /
raise its eyes from SO humble sphere to
Ter level. Now, had she been wiser she |
would doubtless have recalled the advice |
If the old dramatist, to
Look on the poor
With gentle eyes, for il such habits often
Angels desire an aims.
However, Massinger's counsel was unread
or unheeded, and, as the old song goes,
'She said her say for e'er and aye"
After few years the Frenchman, who |
For obvious reasons is best known as
Monsieur Blanc, left Bayou Sara. He
lad made no intimate friends and was
soon forgotten. About two years after
lis departure a youth of this parish was
sent to Paris by his parents to complete
his collegiate course. Upon certain
lay soon after his arrival there, he was
invited to dinner given by some friends,
of the "American ColonyD in
Paris. "Come early" said they, "we