The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1842-07-29
Catsklll.
Correspondence of the Herald.l
RIP Van WtNvrr Hor-sr

RIP VAN WINKLE HOUSE, !
CATsKILL MOUNTAIN, July "a.
Marriage IN Broadoay--Dr Potfs--The Departure
Colonel Stone-Death of Mr.. Hydc--So Re-
Elections hereat-Ascem Of the Mountain-Cap-
trskM FaVs-Rip Pan Wlnkk
On Saturday morning last considerable stir was
made in the shape of cabs and coaches fiying about
to collect the chosen few who were to witness the
tying of the silken knot between Mr.. c.. n dry
goods merchant of Pearl street, and the truly pretty
Miss c. of Broadway, who has, not naptly, been
styled the successor of Di Vernon, and well does
she merit the mantle which fell from her beautiful
patronimic, who went off short time since. much
to the chagrin of her crowd of admirers Dr. Potts
did the ceremony up in short order, concluding
with brief and fervant prayer for the welfare and
happiness of the happy couple who had taken the
solemn pledge to " love, honor, and obey" The
bride looked lovely. arayed in white, emblem of
Innocence and purity. q inwardly prayed she
might ever continue thus.) Her black eyes twinkled
she said her yes" the interrogations of the
minister, and thought, bachelor as / am, would
perhaps like to be her chosen, but had to lick my
lips and look on. We passed st. Paul's Church,
and the patron saint seemed TO nod an approval AZ
we passed.
The Swallow was Just firing up as we got on
board, and alter few moments delay, fitz, ftz
cachew, goes the steam and we were off, out of
the NOISE, dirt and filth Of the city. We had good
sprlnklmg Of ladies on board, with their attendant
beaux; soon we neared the highlands need not
describe them; who has not borne witness to their
beauty? The evening was lovely, the new moon
shone respondent in the high heavens, shedding
beautiful glare on the broad waters Of the Hudson.
An incident occurred at the tea table, which is
worth noting. The boat was well loaded with pas
sengers, SO that little hurry was needed to get
seat at table. | got seated, and before had but
tered my toast and sweetened my tea, found every
thing in the eating line had vanished. Looking
round for the cause, heavens! would you believe il?
there sat Col Stone rolling up his eyes with all
the comfort of duck in a thunderstorm He
eyes were wide open. We parted company at
West Point, that point being far as he could go
without trespassing on Sunday morning;
AT Bristol box was showed on DO ard containing
the body Of Mr. Hyde, ahghly respectable old gen
teman from Catsklll, who was thrown from his
carriage by the horse taking fright, and killed in
stantly. What solemn reflection, wedding and
funeral in close proximity: So we go from the era
die to the grave. The bells toll for us but three
tmes-to usher us into life, next the browning point
OF our happiness matrmeny, and lastly the Journey
to the silent tomb The ride OF eight miles TO the
base of the mountain is rather tedious; dismount.
ing there, we assembled on foot, distance of four
miles, and reached the top half an hour in adj
vance OF the mail, Just IN time to the rise,
and dlspel the mountain mist, those mysterious
shapes that few are up to see; they to partake
Ut the shapes Of angels, giants, and all sorts Of hui
man things. The next object of attraction is the
Cauterskili Falls, which are broken orce in their
descent of nearly 200 feet The desccntt to the foot
Is somewhat tedious, but not dangerous, and will
amply repay the toll | wonder none Of our maya
zines have been ornamented with view of this
romantic spot | noticed Dow, IT,, taking notes,
and as am not anxious TO compete with him in his
peculiar forte, shall pass over them simply recon-
mending the readers of the inniable Herald to re-
pair there forthwith not forgetting take squint at
the portrait of old Rip Van Winkt, which adorns
the half way house up the mountain The old coon
sJust awaking after century's sleep, and excaim-
ing, go, that fagcn! that wicked fagon what
will dame Van Wrinkle say!'
We start Tomorrow en- route to the Falls, thence
to the Sault st. Marie to see the wild Indians, and
taste the fine salmon trout which are so abundant
there. Shall / give you few slips of the pen on
the way? Adieu IL PENsERoso.