The New Hampshire Gazette

LIFE IN NEW ORLEANS.—If in winter we are the gayest people on this continent, with more variety of life and manners than any other city presents, in the summer we are the dullest. The monotony of existence caused by the very general absentees, is only varied by the fever and the exciting scenes it creates. We proceed to mention one, the relation of which caused a chill through our hearts, and struck the electric chain by which we are strongly bound. It surely must have thrilled the heart of the beholder with sudden horror.

Dr. Lambert, an eminent French physician in this city, relates that during his frequent rides through the different streets, his attention had almost always been attracted as he passed a house where a poor family lived. The family consisted of a man and his wife, both rather young, and the latter good looking, with a little infant smiling in beauty, and about ten months old. He was led to notice them from the appearance of content that thrived there, and they being frequently on the banquette before the house. After the fever set in, he still saw them for some days, happy, as usual, but at length he "missed them from the accustomed place." This he did for two days, until on the third, feeling uneasy for them he stopped his gig before the house, alighted—rapped at the door. No one answered; silence was in the mansion. He pushed open the door and went in.

There lay the husband and the wife on the floor—both dead of the fever, and the former decaying. The child was alive with its little arms around the dead mother's neck vainly trying to draw the sustaining fluid from the breast. Such is life in New Orleans."

New Orleans Times.