Morning herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1837-1840, 1837-08-26


tic Rosalind.
From the east TO western Ind,
| Noljewel Is like Rosalnd
| Her worth being mounted ON the wind,
| Through all the world bears Rosslind
Allthe pictures, fares. IND
But the fair Of Rosalnd
Then came the beautiful Miranda gentle as the
breath Of morn.
vision of the island
How many goodly creatures are there here -ors
| That hath such people int!
And thus-and thus was the morning agreeably
spent-dancing in the bower, driving in rustic OK
teams round the grounds, wandering here, racing
there and all kinds of innocent classic and interest
ing sports, till two o'clock approached and the luxu-
rant dinner tables under the forest shade invited the
whole company to renew exhausted nature by excel
lent cold chicken, superb beef, capital hams, good
alamodss, sparkling iced Champagne, and forty
year old Madeira with flavor like the breath of par
adise. The ladies' were seated in rustic benches, un-
der few maple trees to protect them from the glad
some sun, now beginning to peep upon them from
between the edges of the coouress clouds. The gen
temen-part went to work with knives and forks, to
carve, and others waited the fair ones. myself,
|
tongues besides doing great deal of damage to
champagne, porter, and God only knows what other
articles in the sentimental line.
| After dinner, the dancing was resumed with in
creased spirit.
| The first dance over in few minutes the whole
company, from some mysterious arrangement, broke
off into groupes and directed their steps through the
forest in search of the picturesque and beautiful One
of the magicans of the party beckoned me after him
with segar. followed. We entered dense forest,
the path being directed by blazed trees, winding
the path to the interior of the mysterious Egyptian
labyrinth, or the mysterious pathway Of human
life There were several groupes of ladies' attended
by the gentlemen who pierced the woods in all drec
| tons.
| At the end of a quarter of mile, emerged from
! the thick forest INFO beautiful little open spot of
ground, covered with flowers Of the most radiant
lors, black berries and shrubs. The sun now broke
out with great efiugence.
"Ths is my flower garden" said the magician
and truly it was as wild pretty.
We gathered some flowers, and then pierced the
woods again. Our next stopping place was beaut-
full Spring." Here several of the ladies, in separate
groups had met. We tasted the cool fountain, and
again mounted the forest hill The next emerging
brought us suddenly on the shore of beautiful little
lake. mile in circumference with boat in the centre
fishing for golden fish. The afternoon sun covered
the sheet of dark water with his bright beams.
On returning from the lake of the dark waters. T"
and repassing the spnng-the "Parnassus Feunt'-
suddenly the whole forest resouaded with the brilliant
harmony of the clanonet flute hautboy, and other
instruments of music. The very birds in the trees
hoped about in extacy. / was at that moment al
most lost in the forest, in company with one of the
most classic aathoresses Of the day.
| "Let us make for the music" said I-"w there
is fine music there is civzauon-there is man-there
| is woman"
With the sweet harmony pouring through the forest,
we pierced the thickers-now losing hat, then a
shawl-s ometmes getting scratched in the cheek,
and anon tumbling forward in groups.
At last the whole company, which had been scat
tered into various groups-some by the lake, some by
the spring. some by the flower garden gradually col
ectcd on the little open spot Of ground under the trees
in the bosom of little HILL where the magical Pros
pero had pitched upon to scatter his entertainments
amid the forest. The several groups might have wan
dered about for an hour before they could have re-
traced their ways out Of the forest but the magni-
cent peals ofharmony assembled them, from every
point around TO one spot like SO many bees around
the queen. Not even did the Prospero and Ariel Of
the "unnhabited island" perform more potent spell
than did our Prospero Of Brighton, and his Ariel band
of music in the forest of Staten Island.
A solemn ar-aad the best comforter
To unsettled fancyTT
Fer you all spel-stopped-
| But not long "A dance, dance, dance-take
your partners for dance" Now was running to
and fro-but in a moment they were all in their
places II was magnificent, picturesque, rustic
dance the closing Of the days festivities, in the
very centre of the forest, not Of Ardennes but Of
Brighton. A little opening permitted the afternoon
sun to shine upon them in all his radiance Old and
young-lttle and great-all joined in the dance
Every thing was in motion, and the whole closed IN
peals Of rich luscious, slvery laughter of the sweet
young girls The whole wood echoed and ECHOED
with the merriment
In few moments we were again threading our
way back 10 the bower Of Bard's Hill II was about
four o'clock From eleven in the morning, we had
been dancing, racing, driving eating, wandering,
threading the mysterious woods and climbing the
gentle hills. AT length the ladies began to look more
interesting than ever. As they walked along the
soft grass,
"Under the greenwood tree"
they leaned interestingly, like tender flowers, upon
the arms of their attendant cavaliers. Poor things
what an additional shade ofnterest young maiden
assumes when she is fatigued in her own element
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