The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1882-05-27
THE CRESCENT CITY.


A Newsboy's Visit to Donaldsonville ant
What he Thinks Of It-"Into each Lift
Some Rain must Fail"-Levy, the Grea
Cornet Soloist.
NEW ORLEANS, May II, 1882.
EDITOR CHIEF:
Well, I've gotten home, and tell you
am learning to appreciate the sacred
title. A sojourn Of three days in Don
aldsonville, among such clever, whole
souled people as are there to be found
is we'll calculated to make "tota
wreck" Of an ordinary man; as I an
nothing beyond that, suppose a "tota
wreck" will express my exact state
Fun, mirth, gayety and pleasure consti
tuted the programme and occupied every
moment from the time arrived at thu
depot until the bell sounded and W.
were off again for the Crescent City.
Tho English language is broad and
comprehensive, but the vocabulary is in
adequate to express my exact feelings o.
appreciation and thanks. They say thai
grief which, knows no tears is grief mos
intense, and SO it is with thanks
Thanks which can not find sufficient ex
preston in words are the most deep an6
heartfelt.
Sleeping or waking, visions of my re-
cent trip are constantly passing before
me and as sit alone this evening fee
as though 1 would give much to be back
among your people-who, for hospital
ity, carry the palm-and it is more than
ever pleasure to me to havo chat
with them through the CHIEF. Little
did I imagine how nearly correct was
the pen-picture of your little town as
given in my first letter some months
since. But now l realize it, and most Of
all that prediction, ga pretty young
lady standing at each front gate" lex.
pect, though, had best not attempt to
criticise the fair ones Of Donaldsenville,
as that is task beyond nue., and do not
wish to mar the beauty of subject SC
attractive and lovely.
The history of the Newsboy's life is a
voluminous work written deep in his
heart, but in turning the leaves to-day ]
find written upon one of its brightest
no. ho n ,f ~
Donaldsonville and recoliections of all
whom met upon that occasion.
make me sympathetic and a little blue
and that was to see one Of the fair ones
with little shadow overspreading the
sweet features aud a look Of pain visible
in the once bright eyes which told toe
plainly Of the struggle that was going
on in the heart. I felt sorry and as
though l wanted to go off somewhere
and for whenever I sec one of these
tender flowers dropping it seems that the
world is losing all its sunshine and it is
time to get out our umbrellas and pre-.
pare for the storm. They told me tina,
she had loved, not wisely, but too we'll
Then could understand the whole story
and sympathize more than ever witt,
that yonng life i'll the shadows, and the
beautiful words of Longfellow came t.
mo:
Into each life some rain mustrfall.
Some days must be dark and drcary.
[ hope that this will meet her eye and
that she will find full store of consola
ton i'll the stanza. At any rate, she car
rest assured that " there are as good fish
in the sea as ever were caught"
Two very strong attractions are pre-
sented i'll tho Crescent City this week III
the form of Prof. Hook, a celebrated
musician who is entertaining the visitors
at Spanish Fort, and the
GREAT AND ONLY LEVY,
who "blows his own horn" at Wes
End. You can talk about music-pa,
thetic, sweet, harmonious, soul-stirrina
music-but you have never heard it
You don't understand the meaning of til,
musician, you fail to grasp the sanctit,
eff the title, unless you have heard Levy
The night was calm and clear; til,
beautiful blue sky was dotted will
myriads of little stars, and now and the,
fair Luna would creep out from behind .
cloud and cast her beautiful rays acros:
the blue water Of the lake while til,
waves sang a low song in their I'M
knewn tongue, as though they were
lulling The mermaids to rest.
l was sitting on the pier-head gazing
far out upon the blue water aud M,
thoughts had stolen away over to tn,
hills of dear old Georgia which lay s,
many niles beyond, when the strains
from Levy's cornet burst upon my ear
At first thought would go nearer il
order that might hear to better advan
tage, but changed my mind and then
became fastened to the spot. Low ant
sweet came the sound, almost as gentl
as a sigh, and then the wind and waves
seemed to catch the music and they to-
hushed their murmurings as though t.
listen. Ny spirit seemed to leave ME an,
to soar away upon the soul-inspirin:
strains into the blue dome overhead
the melody sounded more like the sof
harmony of celestial choir than like
human being manipulating horn. l
was some time after the notes had flow
across the bosom of tie lake and the sof
echo had crept back to NE that 1 awok
from my lethargy and walked toward tn
band-stand to look upon the one VIII
could thus inspire his hearers. There
cav q man rather ahnva me.lium ba;ol,.