New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1845-07-29
THE TRIBUNE.


s..l,,ob from this world work, and licensed to a
,cno with Nature. ! began it in the fashionable
"a ,,ulv miserable way at Saratoga the last spot
1, ,he universe to which a man seeking health or
80, sbould turn Nevertheless there are enough
=, those who are drawn thither by the very dust
sitter and confusion Of the place, and whose money
~ a. well find its circulation there as elsewhere
ma, NAV visit Saratoga once from curiosity, for II
,.,,sply is very great one TO see the intelligent
,,d wealthy apes of all sorts-and from all parts OF
10 world gathered together by the law Of" deter
-.ed 10 ontshnel" This season seems especially
no Of travel and Saratoga has her full share, her
,o,,s are thronged and some two or three thousand
,,s;oos and sweatng-red faces look out. and up
,,5 down from every habitablc nook, beseeching
III might interpret their looks. for some little cessa
Nm Of consuming etiquette and the horrible rat
d, Of hack.wheels What business can any sane
nan have with the Thermometer at from 90 10
uol" when pleasure is his avowed object and
here are loveable shades capping their cool leaiy
hap5s. calling him to solitude and rest ! never
ould understand how real enjoyment was so easily
xenGced TO fashion II the object is to a crowd
70 into Wall street at from eleven until tws Or
walk up aud down the four shilling sis'c of Broad
ssy-but you say il is not the crowd, but health
recreation and rest from toil-then hurry out from
hs, everlasting sand and sun scorching of Saratoga
For nv part cannot bear it--human nature Al such
/, plsce looks only like many drum heads, each
stretched 10 it, utmost tension, that 1t might ring
louder sound and | trow like drum he ads they
often burst when the landlords beat them have
ro the least doubt that more persons suffer from
drinking Saratoga water even. than are benefited
byii They guzzle II by the dozen glasses SIMPLY
kr fashions sake. whetler well or i'll matters little
But il is rich sigh, the Congress Spring presents
In the mOrning-Inen. women and children hurrylne
down at six some fresh and some immensely
sanow--some with and more without teeth-and
among other oddities carrying due crop OF Wigs
and such another war as they commence on the un
offending and good enough water when well used
were | a spring Good Lord deliver" me from
Blu, notions are diversified as heads and hearts. and
men will come hither to ogle women, and women to
stare a, men-and simpering lovers
Whispering Of honey
be there never so many Rockaways. Nahants
White Hills, Horizons and Niagara Falls. Wlliul
souls seeing that they sweat for themselves and
pay their own bills let them thor own WAY
while turn my impatient feet toward Lake George
o slvery L" Horizon thou art thing OF beauty
fair and choice delight There is no spot IN thu
Union that SO earnestly recommends Itself To the
lover of nature the searcher after repose, as LAKE
George. Away amid the mountains, famed by TN,
freshest winds, filled with the most fragile and
delicate fish and surrounded by scenes OF rcvolu
lonary interest il invites the weary the aIlng and
he curious and as they flock thithcr. new glow
indies ON the cheek. and an irreprcssible glad
voice rises from the heart q how beautiful Is the
sltnde of such placc-how the corrodlng world
dgindles with all lis sin and ugliness back. back
md leaning forward from the fever OF care. from
he ne, of our perplcXitcs how richly we drink III
hr the past forgcitulncss for the future bright and
shining visions Once again in the morning sRilc
hat trembles on the lips of " dewy flowers from
tie placidness of the blue deep. and the CLEAN OF
sNery lights athwart the sky, now, cloudcd-and
DOW, coudcss' the heaven of old revsiis our nag
sng souls and we walk abroad in the strength Of
manhood and the beauty of youth We get back
osl lease OF life and renew IN moments big a.
Years the covenant once held with Joy,
When innocence unwilling would not sin -
have wandered but two short days among the
BEAUTIFUL things of nature. that hover over and
spand Lake George like angels, whose nj hablta
hcn. Heaven is mirrorcd here and feel my whole
beng renewed count the hours as the saint does
his bcads-for they are full OF high, spiritual and
deeply religious life Here Man and Nature are al
PEACE the one shakes her mountain brow and from
bsf otorous hair Sits balm and delighi-the otner
srOws w0rshipiul beneath such incense. and thanks
DC oo1niul spirit that has gwen H. How nave
sen faces marked bv storm and the world unrest
sad fragile brows arching eyes OF the ienGcrcsi
oae. turned 10 the stars that smile down through
drAness into thy depths. O Horizon, until tears
evoked by the sweet hour. or the memory eVangei
soc up from the heart and flashed back the silVcrl
nsht Aad a. sat down by the edge OF the bright
~aers last eve at twilight. how softly rose that
seauesi OF voices which almost ever hear whetncr
NE wilderness or the world That guardii
~ we all have them which hovcrs IN the sun
M9e Of my joy. and frngcs with hight the very
Sfkness Of my sorrow. Wild and low she breaihes
u un.orgoiien plant dcarer to me than all music
~ 0rn true friend-my brother come home
"a here Is electric life in that tone. When am
~ turn my ears upward listening for It's return
Atcsis To me from flowers that are gifted with the
aogues Of past time IL bcckons from the eiena
.'s and on the night Wind makes It's moan q how
we'd viii go home Sheriff. trout butter d 10
<reyes aud baihed in all the lusciousness OF cream
ga not bind me even 10 the beautiful HORIZON. /"
'asfs be may Tor a season exercise that grace
Which doth SO WEI become him
2 rannoi resist the truest and hottest voice save
'tures that has ever called me. And now Will,
= sun wears apace throwing Eastward his mel
~ smile have become pilgrim. my face set to
srd home Magical world how shall | find You
'ohei We hearths and affairs We loving aud loved
&sl speed ON. Between ms and the llitc vii
age where nv hopes are set field of graves inter
eaes Shall / ask If the bright, eyed of life have
soae down to rest there Ii the silvery haired
ave slept their last sleep siHce we met
L the beautiful haze vanished 20 return noti'
no sol | will not ask even my own heart, let the
cee earth and pointed stone whisper what desc
Iaa they have stored | will just look INTO The
20 and see. Rustic We grasses | know the bur
~shotyour tales-bui thank Heaven, As step from
!, se 70 stone. fad not the names OF the loved
-! i've then. and wait. o how anxious Tor one
~ess them as dead. Ever pleasant 'heid o.
IVES thank thee for sparng whom thou hast
~ bow my feet are at the old gate shall touch
rA11o,ser, or steal quietly 10 the back door yes
~, surprise them-iherc | see my mothers
Now, she hears a tread not quite forgotten
Ia e'es unto nature with the loud voice Of ycarn
,a' We are together q mutual transports
W eng and ever rcvving lights of love how do
SslS gu the surface of these dear hours ic
sr, "a memory, where the heart pastures IT'S hun
ss,s. . IONS. how We smile again gentle and bright
Ia, Eden Of which We We're born Neither dead
AS, aased-Ihe father, mother, brother and sister
,,S .ears TIA, are gone, save the wrinkles OF time
,bev sa'o~' ye, remain o may they long tarry
elo.s ssuhoi forever We must al die. The little
We '"A' noddingly to sigh over our cxit-whes
r. aeoI the shadow Of our night
~. Mo sri,f and cslumnly and pain