The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1846-08-19


aforesaid garden, and the little girls there seeking
pastime were not the only ones possessed Of the
secret, you will hear more Of this affair We
| understand, the law, that most unwelcome of all
visiters at the Springs, has stepped in to put in
her vote in the dispute More anon.
NEWPORT, r. l., Aug. IL, 1886
n Necport Serenads
Music has powerful effect upon the human
heart--I am not certain that it will "rend rock
or split cabbage" but certainly its influence is
powerful-to soothe or to excite either the savage
or the civil mind-all over the world. Music on
the water music in the theatre, music in the ball
room, music on the march, are all in their way
delghtful-but music by nightly silent night,
with bright moon above you-a breathless At
mosphere around you, and the deep blue sea in
the distance. is positively enchanting. That is,
if all the romance of"youth's bright DREAM" has
not entirely forsaken you and you do not feel
disposed to sleep How sweet, on such night,
to hear beneath ones window, the plantive tones
of the clarionet blending with the bold exunng
notes of the French horn! How much pleasant
er, how much more harmonious, than the squall
ing Of cats
Now this little preface, was intended by us, to
usher in the description of little serenading
scene, that occurred here few nights ago, and
which we consider it our duty to describe, or al
least to attempt it.
You must know, in the first place, that serena
ding is at present ranked among the many fash
ionable amusements, Of which this " summer
city" is the scene. A serenade is a thing Of fire.
nnirequently walked up" out Of his doing
dreams by the dulcet notes of midnight music
He does not compla n, however, wishing to
courage the arts in their widest Specification. But
to our story
There resided in the upper part of our town, in
a very handsome and dtsfingue cottage, q Miss
B., beauty and an heiress-no, not an heress
either, for she is already in possessiou-in other
words, has the tin" under her ten fingers, some
enc hundred thousand dollars
This beauty is most eccentric creature, and
travels alone-and starts on the spur of the mo-
ment, without caring TO bid goodbye to any one
to Saratoga, Cape May, China, anywhere. It
would be contrary to reason to suppose that she
has not plenty Of a.siduous attendants, wherever
she goes She certainly had at Newport more
than score of them. There was one young gen.
tleman, however, who was particularly eager to
bring about such an arrangement as would esa-
BILE him to finger some OF the " aforesaid tin,"
and generally. give him " u say" in the manage
ment of the lady's affairs. He bled freely for
show-eported a fine steed-almost danced him
self to death, and as a grand coup d'oel, deter
mined to give the precious beauty splendid sere-
made.
A magnificent band was engaged, and accom-
panied the generous lover, at the still secret hour
of midnight to the residence Of the fair one.
Choosing their position by the side OF her hand
somely cornced cottage, and under the shadow
of clump of blooming hbunums, the musicians
commenced blowing and fddling. The lover
stood at some distance, leaning against the trunk
of large tulip tree and watching with eager
eyes for some token of love. He expected white
cambria, or glove at least to drop, as if from
heaven, at his feet. But the band played on, for
more than an hour, running through the love-
speaking notes of " Somnambula," the Bohe-
milan Girl" and other favorite operas, and yet
there was no symptsm,to the lovers amusement,
of opening easement, from garnet to basement.
"The devil Can she be asleepP soliloquised the
now impatient swain. That was not likely, as one
oil the musicians with huge cornet apis on, had
by this time succeeded in waking up the whole
neghborhood
81 will try a song--when she hears my voice.
continued he in the same sohloquizlng manner
Just then the writer OF this article being out on
midnight perambulation. came suddenly refund
the corner, and became an interested spectator
to scene ss ludicrous, that he only regrets the
dizziness Of his pen tn describe it.
The amateur singer stepped boldly forth into the
clear moonlight, and throwing up his eyes and
hands in an agonzing attitude, commenced sing
ing the very popular Scotch melody Of My love
she's like a red, red rose" As he proceeded, an
upper venetian was gently pushed outward, and
n'ght-capped head protruded itselffrom the open
ed window. The serenader was evidently en-
chanted with his success, for the fcrvor OF his
voice and actions increased exceedingly. AS he
was about rounding off the first stanza, which,
II we rightly recollect, ends with tune" we dis
tncfly heard from the window the cupbonous in
terrogatory of " Who's dar u The voice of the
singer drowned the question, at least to his own
ear, for striking fresh attitude he continued to
sing with all the emphasis in his power;
All! fair art thou my bonnie lass &c.
and on through, to the end of the second
stanza. Here he was obliged to pause for breath.
There was deep silence for a momen,, which was
broken by repetition of the interrogatory from
the window Who's dar I" The serenader start
ed, but said nothDg-a fearful pause ensued-an
unbroken silence OF at least minute. Then from
the window came in louder tones Who's darP'
Dat you massa, f. I "Ye-es, Lu-husy-is Mus
b. asleep ~ "Wby Lor', massa! she no hea--
she gone to Bosom five hours go" Amt nobody
hea septn sef-ya, va, va"
Five minutes after the town was quiet as
Quaker meeting. ECoLIER.