Our Correspondence.Thefollowing letter is asweetone, as our readers will see, before they get through. The writers may rest assured that they will be forgiven, if they put their threat in execution respecting the barrel of sugar. We should like the description of the process of making the article, very much; and it is very likely, when we get it, that we shall hitch a first-rate story upon it.Baton Rouge, La., April, 1844.Mr. Robert Merry:Sir,—We take pleasure in declaring to you that your name and the fame of your periodical have at length reached us here in the far south-west. And from the spirit of kind good-nature which seems to mark all your communications with your young friends, we are ready to think that you will not spurn the salutations of your new acquaintances in Louisiana. Though this may be the first voice from the “Creole State,” we hope it will not be the last. We would have you and all your readers down east, and north, and all other parts of our great country, understand that we are not exactly in a barbarous state—nor approaching it—as we mean to show by patronizing the Museum.That good old gentleman, Peter Parley, has long since become a favorite among us; and it was only necessary to be informed that you were his near kinsman or intimate friend, that you enjoyed his confidence, and are even intrusted with all the precious relics left by him,—to secure you the most ready reception and all that generous hospitality in which the people of our state abound. We have often heard of that place “away down east,” called Boston; and especially how many fine schools, and books, and all such useful things, our young friends there enjoy; and since we found out the characters of Peter Parley and Robert Merry among others of your distinguished citizens, our curiosity is more excited, and, no doubt, many of us will be led to come and see that part of the land if we live to grow up. But if we do, we wish very much not to appear behind others of your black-eyed and blue-eyed friends in intelligence. Therefore we mean to have your interesting and instructive publication, which, with other improvements that are being made in our means of instruction, we think, will help us to keep up with the age, and prepare to act our part as well as the Yankee boys and girls.Now we don’t like to make promises, any more than yourself; but just to encourage you we will give you ahintatleast. You know we raisesugar canein this state; and we are told that you and your northern readers know nothing aboutmakingsugar, but onlyeatingit. Now, if you have a sweet tooth, (for we hope you havn’t become toothless yet,) you wouldn’t despise a barrel of the finest sugar or the bestsiropfrom some plantation in this vicinity—if you should happen to find one on some of your Boston ships,especially, should it be accompanied by a description of the process of making it, for the benefit of all your littlesweet-lovingreaders. Hoping, then, that you will punctually furnishus, as well as your older and nearer admirers, with all the good things you are wont to distribute, we make our bow asYour New Readers of Baton Rouge.We thank Pierce L. H. of Brooklyn, N. York, and our friend P., for their communications.Sarah C. F. is satisfied with our reasons why the eastern coast of America has a colder climate than the western coast of Europe, but wonders that Kamskatka is so much colder than Alaska—both being in the same latitude. She will find an explanation in the fact that the latter is a mere island, and the surrounding ocean moderates and equalizes the temperature. Kamskatka, it is true, is near the sea, but it is contiguous to Siberia, which is an extensive mass of unbroken land, which is always colder than the sea.We thank H. L. P——, Jane S——r, M. A. K., and John P——e, for their several communications. We hope S—— will comply with his promise, and tell us about the salt works of Syracuse.We are obliged to omit, this month, a wild story of Bill Keeler’s, called Dirk Heldriver; a tale by the Old Man in the Corner, and something about Inquisitive Jack. They shall come next time.Happiness.MUSIC COMPOSED FOR MERRY’S MUSEUM, BY GEO. J. WEBB.music1. There is a spell in every flow’r,A sweetness in each spray,And every simple bird has pow’rTo please me with his lay.And there is music on each breezeThat sports along the glade;The crystal dew-drops on the treesAre gems, by Fancy made.There’s gladness too in everything,And beauty over allFor everywhere comes on with springA charm which cannot pall!And I!—my heart is full of joy,And gratitude is there,That He, who might my life destroy,Has yet vouchsafed to spare.
Thefollowing letter is asweetone, as our readers will see, before they get through. The writers may rest assured that they will be forgiven, if they put their threat in execution respecting the barrel of sugar. We should like the description of the process of making the article, very much; and it is very likely, when we get it, that we shall hitch a first-rate story upon it.
Baton Rouge, La., April, 1844.Mr. Robert Merry:Sir,—We take pleasure in declaring to you that your name and the fame of your periodical have at length reached us here in the far south-west. And from the spirit of kind good-nature which seems to mark all your communications with your young friends, we are ready to think that you will not spurn the salutations of your new acquaintances in Louisiana. Though this may be the first voice from the “Creole State,” we hope it will not be the last. We would have you and all your readers down east, and north, and all other parts of our great country, understand that we are not exactly in a barbarous state—nor approaching it—as we mean to show by patronizing the Museum.That good old gentleman, Peter Parley, has long since become a favorite among us; and it was only necessary to be informed that you were his near kinsman or intimate friend, that you enjoyed his confidence, and are even intrusted with all the precious relics left by him,—to secure you the most ready reception and all that generous hospitality in which the people of our state abound. We have often heard of that place “away down east,” called Boston; and especially how many fine schools, and books, and all such useful things, our young friends there enjoy; and since we found out the characters of Peter Parley and Robert Merry among others of your distinguished citizens, our curiosity is more excited, and, no doubt, many of us will be led to come and see that part of the land if we live to grow up. But if we do, we wish very much not to appear behind others of your black-eyed and blue-eyed friends in intelligence. Therefore we mean to have your interesting and instructive publication, which, with other improvements that are being made in our means of instruction, we think, will help us to keep up with the age, and prepare to act our part as well as the Yankee boys and girls.Now we don’t like to make promises, any more than yourself; but just to encourage you we will give you ahintatleast. You know we raisesugar canein this state; and we are told that you and your northern readers know nothing aboutmakingsugar, but onlyeatingit. Now, if you have a sweet tooth, (for we hope you havn’t become toothless yet,) you wouldn’t despise a barrel of the finest sugar or the bestsiropfrom some plantation in this vicinity—if you should happen to find one on some of your Boston ships,especially, should it be accompanied by a description of the process of making it, for the benefit of all your littlesweet-lovingreaders. Hoping, then, that you will punctually furnishus, as well as your older and nearer admirers, with all the good things you are wont to distribute, we make our bow asYour New Readers of Baton Rouge.
Baton Rouge, La., April, 1844.
Mr. Robert Merry:Sir,—We take pleasure in declaring to you that your name and the fame of your periodical have at length reached us here in the far south-west. And from the spirit of kind good-nature which seems to mark all your communications with your young friends, we are ready to think that you will not spurn the salutations of your new acquaintances in Louisiana. Though this may be the first voice from the “Creole State,” we hope it will not be the last. We would have you and all your readers down east, and north, and all other parts of our great country, understand that we are not exactly in a barbarous state—nor approaching it—as we mean to show by patronizing the Museum.
That good old gentleman, Peter Parley, has long since become a favorite among us; and it was only necessary to be informed that you were his near kinsman or intimate friend, that you enjoyed his confidence, and are even intrusted with all the precious relics left by him,—to secure you the most ready reception and all that generous hospitality in which the people of our state abound. We have often heard of that place “away down east,” called Boston; and especially how many fine schools, and books, and all such useful things, our young friends there enjoy; and since we found out the characters of Peter Parley and Robert Merry among others of your distinguished citizens, our curiosity is more excited, and, no doubt, many of us will be led to come and see that part of the land if we live to grow up. But if we do, we wish very much not to appear behind others of your black-eyed and blue-eyed friends in intelligence. Therefore we mean to have your interesting and instructive publication, which, with other improvements that are being made in our means of instruction, we think, will help us to keep up with the age, and prepare to act our part as well as the Yankee boys and girls.
Now we don’t like to make promises, any more than yourself; but just to encourage you we will give you ahintatleast. You know we raisesugar canein this state; and we are told that you and your northern readers know nothing aboutmakingsugar, but onlyeatingit. Now, if you have a sweet tooth, (for we hope you havn’t become toothless yet,) you wouldn’t despise a barrel of the finest sugar or the bestsiropfrom some plantation in this vicinity—if you should happen to find one on some of your Boston ships,especially, should it be accompanied by a description of the process of making it, for the benefit of all your littlesweet-lovingreaders. Hoping, then, that you will punctually furnishus, as well as your older and nearer admirers, with all the good things you are wont to distribute, we make our bow as
Your New Readers of Baton Rouge.
We thank Pierce L. H. of Brooklyn, N. York, and our friend P., for their communications.
Sarah C. F. is satisfied with our reasons why the eastern coast of America has a colder climate than the western coast of Europe, but wonders that Kamskatka is so much colder than Alaska—both being in the same latitude. She will find an explanation in the fact that the latter is a mere island, and the surrounding ocean moderates and equalizes the temperature. Kamskatka, it is true, is near the sea, but it is contiguous to Siberia, which is an extensive mass of unbroken land, which is always colder than the sea.
We thank H. L. P——, Jane S——r, M. A. K., and John P——e, for their several communications. We hope S—— will comply with his promise, and tell us about the salt works of Syracuse.
We are obliged to omit, this month, a wild story of Bill Keeler’s, called Dirk Heldriver; a tale by the Old Man in the Corner, and something about Inquisitive Jack. They shall come next time.
MUSIC COMPOSED FOR MERRY’S MUSEUM, BY GEO. J. WEBB.
music
1. There is a spell in every flow’r,A sweetness in each spray,And every simple bird has pow’rTo please me with his lay.And there is music on each breezeThat sports along the glade;The crystal dew-drops on the treesAre gems, by Fancy made.There’s gladness too in everything,And beauty over allFor everywhere comes on with springA charm which cannot pall!And I!—my heart is full of joy,And gratitude is there,That He, who might my life destroy,Has yet vouchsafed to spare.
1. There is a spell in every flow’r,A sweetness in each spray,And every simple bird has pow’rTo please me with his lay.And there is music on each breezeThat sports along the glade;The crystal dew-drops on the treesAre gems, by Fancy made.There’s gladness too in everything,And beauty over allFor everywhere comes on with springA charm which cannot pall!And I!—my heart is full of joy,And gratitude is there,That He, who might my life destroy,Has yet vouchsafed to spare.
1. There is a spell in every flow’r,A sweetness in each spray,And every simple bird has pow’rTo please me with his lay.
1. There is a spell in every flow’r,
A sweetness in each spray,
And every simple bird has pow’r
To please me with his lay.
And there is music on each breezeThat sports along the glade;The crystal dew-drops on the treesAre gems, by Fancy made.
And there is music on each breeze
That sports along the glade;
The crystal dew-drops on the trees
Are gems, by Fancy made.
There’s gladness too in everything,And beauty over allFor everywhere comes on with springA charm which cannot pall!
There’s gladness too in everything,
And beauty over all
For everywhere comes on with spring
A charm which cannot pall!
And I!—my heart is full of joy,And gratitude is there,That He, who might my life destroy,Has yet vouchsafed to spare.
And I!—my heart is full of joy,
And gratitude is there,
That He, who might my life destroy,
Has yet vouchsafed to spare.