The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1842-08-08


Mr.. BENNETT
DEAR SIR
! addressed you few lines from this place some
weeks SINCE, my first visit proved 30 exceedingly
pleasant, that, throwing my cares and troubles to
the dogs, have returned, again to breath an at
mosphere not compounded exclusively Of dead cats,
rats, and =" such small deer
The blue-devls, are riding me down to day like
"main tack" and the cause is, suppose, although
there is vast deal of apparently pleasant company
around me, yet cannot but remember the friends
with whom made my first VISIT and the happy
hours then passed. Every thing the eye rests up
on, the trees and stones remind me of the abb
sent, and although associated with the memory of
past pleasure, the of the present loss far out
weighs ii all. Perhaps the wsest course is, to bury
the dead from out your sight neither remember
nor grieve for the past; and yet, am inclined to
think sad thoughts make better men for we have
the word OF the wlscst OF men, that "sorrow is bet
ter than laughter, for by the sadness of the coun-
tenance the heart is made better"
began with the serious intent of writing you
very amusing letter, but in looking over, find it
bears stronger resemblance to penitential psalm
Danish from my brain ye !" black spirits and white,
blue spirits and grey" and be the upon you've
disgust my soul within me.
Long Branch, at this my present writing, is indeed
but one remove from the gates of Heaven while
you the great city, are halt fused with heat sfIfled
with air, redolent of butchers stalls and putrid We
getables. | am sitting, with a breeze blowing
through my window, requiring my most constant
care to keep my writing materials upon my table :,
and almost the hair upon my head, q wear a wig
you know; and the air now breathe is no com
mon one, for il comes from the sweet SOUTH bear
ing upon It's wings, tribute from every new mown
field, and even blossom and flower which il kissed,
as they bloomed in its path. Enjoyment is not con-
fined to the day alone, for when the night comes on
my friends, u have trsty tried and true Y and
he stands :" high in mouths OF wsest censure" and
myself, equip ourselves with some real Havanas
and betake the sea beach, and there we smoke
and hold high converse of other days, when we
were boys together, and when chief delight
was in chasing those wlll-o-the-wsps, called wo-
men; but though sunken into the vale OF years. we
encourage each other with the reflection, that If for
us the is over, yet, to the boys fthe present
day, could
Shoulder crutch
And show how fields were won.n
Towards the small hours, we turn in, not to be
"sweltering in our own heat" but TO pleasant
certainty of glorious appetite for our breakfast on
the morrow: and such breakfasts, my friend
Captain Green, gives us, eye hath not seen nor
ear heard" His table, like the land Of Goshen,
:" flows with m, TX and honey"
Do not take my word for it, but come and see
with your own eyes, and not anothers With the
exception of my friend, have not an acquaintance
here. The people appear pleasant enough. Among
the ladies' none transcendanty beautiful, but many
faces 'comey to be looked upon,' and to gain
whose smiles, would well repay reasonable degree
of trouble. With me- the glory has departed and
| can almost say with Hamlet,