The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1842-08-01
Life mt Long Branch.
correspondence OF the Herald
BATH-BUILDINGs, July %, 1912.

BATH-BuILDINGs, July II, 1912.
Mr.. BENNETT
favored you, and consequently the world with
struggling account of a visit made to this place
| some few weeks since. Moved by the spirit, and
the remembrance of the pleasant days then passed.
| packed my baggage Ga shirt collar and tooth
| brush) kicked my cares and business to the -
| OH no, we never mention him and "boil'd {"
| Here am, happy king, with friend at my
elbow pursuing the three great requisites of good
| fellow-sits like hen, drinks like fish, and
smokes like chmney-and | may add, by way of
parenhess, the devil said 10 his horns d there's
pair OF us'' The blue devils trying to ride me
down this morning, like main tack, and suppose
the is, the return to this place alone reminds
me of the friends with whom paid my first visit,
| and the happy hours then enjoyed. Let people
talk they please of the melancholy pleasure of
revisting scenes hallswed by the memories of past
loss far outweghs the reflected pleasure OF past hap
piness. The wise man said, escrow is better than
laughter for by the sadness of the countenance the
heart is made beter"-he may be right and if so,
am next door to saint this mornings for my face is
| as long and gloomy penetential psalm. Vanish,
"ye black spirits and white, blue spirits and grey"
| and be the seas upon you. I'll none of you-care
once killed cat.
loved Editor is indeed but one remove from the
gates of heaven. My heart turns to water when !
| think how you poor devils in the great city are
sweltering in the heat-Lterally "fretting in your
own grease'-not very neat comparison, but
mighty strong If breeze ,perchance, struggles
through your wide opened easement, it comes re-
dolent of butchers SHAMELESS and purid vegetation,
an absolute embodiment! of plague and pestilence.
How different is the air, which now is riotng
through my chamber. 1t shakes the curtains of my
window, and fairly laughs with joy, it sees me
lifting my anguid head to be famed by its fairy
hands. All! it's odor tells me- that il comes from
he 4 Ia w frh
from every new mown field, and every flower and
blossom which it passed, as they boomed and bios
somed In Its path.
When the night comes on, my friend, trusty,
tried, and true (and one, too, who stands high in
| mouths of wisest censure') and myself, equip our
selves with some real Havanas and betake us to the
and moons, and angelic beings, floating in the air,
and some walking on the earth and then we rccur
| to the time when we were boys together
"Where our only books
Were woman's looks"
| and encourage each othei, that though sunken in
the vale OF years, we could yet
-shou::der our crutch,
And show how fields were won.'
Towards the short hours" we turn in, not to lie
swelterlng IN heat more oppressive than the days,
but to lie down to pleasant dreams, with the conso-
lation of day we'll spent--a conscience void of
offence, and the certainty of glorious appetite for
our breakfast. And such, breakfasts, friend
Capt. Green gives us, "eye hath not seen, nor ear
heard" His table, like the land OF Goshen, flows
| with milk and honey.'-I would you could come
and see these wondrous things, with your own eyes
| II ! have not fallen short Of the truth, "may my
| right hand forget its cunning"
The company here appears to be very agreeable.
Among the ladies, none transcendantly beautiful,
but many faces comely to be looked upon, and 10
| gain whose smiles would well repay a reasonable
degree of troube-but with me the glory has depart
| ed, and can almost say, with Hamlet,
g man delights me not,
Nor woman either -"
AS we grow old, and our powers of pleasing fail,
and when we remember that once the gay, the
beautiful, and young, hung upon our lips, 10 find
them now listening calm sasSa summers morning,
| use we are literally spreading ourselves" to
the characteristic expression of my friend is II
wonderful that we should grow cynical, and in our
despair sneer at the luscious grapes which to us
| henceforth and for ever, must be sour. My friend
who is reading my epistle over my elbow Just ex-
claimed, All, | wish you hadn't said that"
| about that time the iron entered his soul.
had nearly forgotten TO tell you that the great
American Sea Serpent paid us a visit on Monday
last. | saw him-hump and all, no one spoke
him, but conclude he was bound for Nahant All
if that fellow could be caught the rover of thou
sand seas, what tale of the mysteries of the deep
he could unfold to us.
hope to write to you again in the mean time
believe Te, yours, "CooL AS A CUCUMBER"