All Saint's day in New Orleans.
--Yesterday the people of New Orleans spent the greater portion of the day in the "cities of the dead." To residents in the
Crescent City this was a customary event, for, in New Orleans, one of the most beautiful traits that adorn humanity, reverencing and remembering lovingly the dead, prevails on All Saints' Day, to the partial, nay, almost entire, exclusion, of every other occupation.
A strange, and yet most pleasing sight, indeed, it was, to see the cemeteries thronged by thousands and thousands, who appeared, for the day, to have laid aside the excitement "of the times;" to have forgotten the contest now upon us, fraught with such great import to every individual in this broad country, and remembering only that the day was dedicated to the hallowed memories of friends and relatives gone to that bourne from whence no traveler returns.
Beautiful, exceedingly, yesterday, were these ordinarily sad places.
Tokens of affectionate remembrance about the tenements that line those narrow, innumerable walks, some adorning mausoleums beautiful and grand, others lending a charm to the humble graves where lie those who have not won the world's riches nor the world's honor, but far better the great wealth of true friendship or the inextinguishable affection of kinship.-- Stately tombs and lowly resting places showed alike evidences that though they had forever quitted this world of joys and sorrows, there were those that remembered all that was good of them, and visited their graves with every feeling for the dead that did honor to the living.
The orphans were not forgotten.
The
Portuguese, the
Spanish, the New Lusitanos, and other benevolent societies, were at several of the cemeteries taking up collections for the little ones left to the charity of the world.--
N. O. Crescent, Nov. 2. 
