The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-08-01
NEW ORLEANS ORIOLES.
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A Creole, strictly speaking, is . persov
 born in a colony of foreign percentages
 but the term is limited in Louisi t,
 people of French and Spanish descent
 writes New Orleans correspondent of th,
 Indianapolis JoHISGI. There is infinite
 ly less community among them thar
 among their American compatriots
 Every class is distinct, from the black
 eyed beggars, graceful in rags that hide
 ready knife, to the belle of Mardi Gras
 in whose delicate veins runs the blood O
 all the Pontalbas. The idea of the typi
 cal Creole summed up in dusky beaut,
 and questionable antecedents could no
 be more erroneous. They are anything
 but a people to lump and cover by
 general description, having more of the
 individual flavor than most of the factor! | that result in that still somewhat crude
 product known as American society. A
 poor, proud, passionate race, battered by fortune, thrust against the wall in the rush of this very inconsiderate nineteenth century, they still cling to the habits and traditions of their altogether conventional forefathers, still smile undauntedly in the face of altered circumstances, and live their gay little French lives out without a pirouette the less.
 A Frenchman is an egotist from Paris to Pekin. A youth twisted his delicate black moustache on a bIis dien in a cor ner actually asked me if there were many English people in Canada And he was quite amazed that did not know Mad anne Rimouski Most elaborate in con versation are these young gentlemen. Sometimes, of course, their English is faultless; not so, unhappily for me, in the case of my acquaintance of the fyie dieu Discussing the arrival of the Liberty Bell for the exposition, he exclaimed with up- turned eyes, "Ah, mademoiselle when observe dat or bell, all as he was cracked, l was SO emotioned dat yer nearly faintedl Dat was one block away. Wat, , with clasped hands and great fervor - " wat, mademoiselle, would have feel if 1t lad been closeP
 That was enough for ordinary risibles, but when he deprecatingly alluded to his papa's badness as a deplorable lack of fur" and smilingly apologized for his dancing on the score of an accident to his veal" laughed outright and retreated ID disgrace behind g photograph album But, as said, many of the Creoles are men of culture and liberal education. Is there another city in America, wonder, including the self-conscious little Hub. where speaker addressing impromptu remarks to mixed multitude would apt ly quote Horace in the originator in- aptly, for that matter? Oratory is an art still cherished in New Orleans. Polish and rhetoric are still applauded where in the north nothing would be listened to but point and force tersely set forth
 Little Prince Tamari, from Japan, dropped in before the evening was over. He is by no means handsome, with his sallow complexion and beady eyes, but he is gentlemanly little fellow and talks excellent English. He appeared to be rather puzzled by the attentions of the young ladies, who were quite enthusiastic over his decorations. General Beaure. gard made striking figure with his erect martial carriage and old-time courtli- ness. Gossips say that notwithstanding the generals winters he wants to marry Rhea. The Creoles idolize him.
 Leel Yes, Lee, he mus lave been ver' good soldier. General Beauregar' he speak we'll of him."
 Refreshments were served several times during the evening, lastly the sweet cor dial aniseth in thimble-sized glasses, with odd little French cakes on a napkined tray. Up stairs, as we made ready to de- part, we surveyed ourselves in the self same mirror that hattered young Bien- vile, the gallant cavalier that journeyed at his kings command from ice bound Quebec to found, away down here among the cypress swamps, the city which is her only rival in historic interest in America. Bienville's mirrorl Truly an appropriate souvenir of Frenchman. How much vanity has it reflected since!
 We made our formal farewell, an stepped out again into the flood of the moonlight as it surged down the empty streets and into the incense of the orange trees, borne to us by faint wind that stirred among the glossy leaves in the high-walled, shadowy gardens. Hark From behind those prim laurels what Corydon like melody is that2 A sere- made, as l live, in land whereof the ia- habltants propose by telephone Keep thy traditions, lovely old Crescent City Resist the advance of the Phillstines Hold fast thy mellow memories, thy crumbling stucco, thy pageant and proud poverty! And we will love thee to the end