Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1850-07-31
Cape Island.


erican. is s. going III at Cape Island. II
has recently made happy hit in d" Tree
zing up Iuxuries'' for others, and VIII
should he not luxuriate himself a little up
on the proceed. We firmly believe tha
the goodness Of Providence provided sue
pla :es as Cape Island for the resusi'atio'
Of poor, worn-out' editors, who kno,C hov
TO encounter its breakers by day, an
who would dearly 1--we to enjoy it
" baImy breezes" by night-but alas! tn
editors pocket ! a survey Of that " dreae
abyss Of empty rocks" casts gloom owe
all these fond anticipations. But, enough
of that-hear what Mr.. Masser has 10 say
a breeze is constantly blowing from
the ocean, enabling one to keep COO" nc
matter how high The Mercury may rise in
the thermometer. The beach is composed
Of pure white sand, and is almos, as leve
and solid as marble floor, and in the
evening i. was ,hronged with visitors prom
enading. The hour for bathing, is gen.
orally from S to P. NJ. The most excit.
ing and interesting scene is at IL O'Clock,
when all the hotels put forth their crowds
upon the beach, men, women. and children,
young and old, from gray TO gay. The
balhers put on their rigging in little sheds
over hu,s, close TO the waters edge. The
gentlemen are generally a,.ired in red fan.
mel shirts, and breeches Of the same mate.
rial, barcfooted and mostly bareheaded /;
10 their gambols in the water. they might,
no. inaptIy. be compared to so many half
bred Indians. The ladies in a loose fan
nel wrapper. with a belt around the waist.
and pants Of the same material. and a
course straw hat bound with red-convey
to the imagination vivid idea Of the gyp.
sizes. as represented in the 10y books Of
children. especially as they come tripping
over the beach, barefooted and dripping
with water. like SO many half drowned
rats. "Pret,y feathers make a pretty
bird" is an old maxim, but the converse
is equally, if not more substantially, true.
There is no poetry or romance in the
bathing dress with the surf rolling over
you. All distinctions seem leveled. The
charms Of a blooming Miss have few, il
any. advantages over the furrowed checks
Of her eldest sisters. Even the poetry Of
a "pre,,y ankle" is lost 10 the absence o!
the stocking and the slipper. Shakespeare.
when he said beauty unadorned, was ad.
orned the most certainly had no reference
to lady in her bathing attire. One would
hardly suppose the many fair forms, spark.
ling eyes and blooming cheeks. which you
meet in the promenades and parors during
the evening, were the same that had been
wrisgling like "eels in the mud" on the
beach.
"Ba,hng in the surf is not only delight.
full. but exhilera,ing. Few can look on
without wishing to join in the truss. To
watch the wave that has traversed the
ocean for a thousand miles, until in its
course it comes careering over your head.
isa poetic reality that can not be described"
II our delinquent subscribers would
only think Of our su6er;mgs.-Miner's
Journal.
Be Just.
l, is the highest glory in man. to be the
servant of his word. No one can be tickle
and false in lille matters. and yet remain
influential and trustworthy in concerns Of
a higher range. 1r6es make up existence,
and we can not maintain an honorable
standing single hour, il in those relations
which involve the honor and welfare Of
others, we presume in the slightest degree
to sport with the law Of veracity. Losing