New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1851-09-16

lu,nrv You live away from II ana drlVe 70
/ 80, drive 10 the lake at Saratoga. and IN
the silence Of midnight as you withdraw ION
the polking parlor you hear IL calling across the
SOLITARY fields, waing over your life and Won
dering a. II. A, Nahant the sea IS supreme he
place IS so small that you cannot build your
house out Of sight Of the ocean. and to wafcht he
splendid play Of lis life, IS satisfaction and ENJOY
Inent enough Many Of the cottages are Quilt
directly upon the rocks Of the shore VI course
there are few trees, except the silver poplar
which thnves luXunantly IN the salt air, and
which. waving in the fresh wind and turning It's
gllstening leaves TO the SUM- Is like tree IN per
petual blossom Flowers are cherished about
several Of the houses, and they have an autumn
nal gorgeousness and are doubly dear and beau
tful on the edge OF the salt sea waste.
The air which the ocean breathes over the
spot IS electrlcals No other ocean ar Is so ex
hilerating After breakfast at Nahant, SAID Mot
| feel Ike Cnur de Lion and burn to give bat
tie to the Saracens. But the brave impulse ends
IN smoke. and muslng and chatting, and fascl-
mating hope with aerial architecture, you iolter
away the day upon the piazza, ending by climb
ing about the cliffs at sunset or galloplng over
the beach.
Thus the ocean and the cliffs the natural
gorles of Nahant, and the sky which you see as
from the deck of ship and which adequately
completes the simple outline Of the world as
seen from those rocks. The cliffs are grand
They are the jagged black edges of the rock
with which the promontoryt the sea Chased
by the tempests beyond, the ocean dashes In
and leaping upon the rocks lashes them with the
fury of It's scorn. In great gale the whole sea
drives upon Nahant One day the storm cane,
sullen and showery from the east, scuddlng IN
binding mlsls over the sea, breaking toward the
blue, struggling, wailiBg, bowling, losing the
blue again. with a sharper chill IN It's breath and
dreamer dash Of the surf Then an awful lull
an impenetrable mist, and the hoarse gathering
roar Of the ocean. The day darkened. and sud
den SPRAYS Of rain like vollies of sharp arrows
ratified gustily against the windows, and dull,
booming thunder was hattened and dispersed IN
the thick moisture OF the air. But the gusilneSS
and pauses Of the wind and raln the bodeiu
roar OF the sea. was constant and increasing. 1t
was invisible. except in the long flashing line Of
surf tina, monenily plunged from out the gray
gloom of the fog and that surf was Ike The al
yancing lines of an incomprehenslble enemy
fnging itself upon the shore Behind, was the
mighty rush of multtudlnouS waters, but more
awful to Imagination than any mere natural
sound could be- for all the dead and lost, all who
sailed and never came 10 shore all who dreamed
and hoped. and struggled, and went down. and
world of 10Y with them all their woe was IN
the oceans wall. the death shrek of as much
happiness as lives And so the storm gathered
terribly over the sea, IN terror commensurate
with the seas vastness and awfulness, and beat
upon Nahant like a hail Of fire upon a besleged
citadel The next day, as children seek upon
battle field the buttons and ornaments that
adorned the heroes, SO there were figures bend
inr along the shore. 10 find the delicate, almost
impalpable MOSES that the agony OF the sea
losses up, as fragments of frall song drop from
the torture of the heart The MOSES are pressed
and cherished IN volumes. each OF which Is
book of songs. of the arrest ancles. of the apt
est symbols. of the delicatest dreams of the sea
Nothing In nature is more touching and surpns-
ING. nothing more richly reveals the tenderness
of the great mystery than these ialry-threaded
and infinitely various sea.weeds and MOSES.
They are the still small voices, IN which Is the
lord
Nahant would not satisfy Newly OTker, nor
indeed Bostonlan. whose dreams of seaside
Summerinc are based upon Newport life. The
two places are entirely different It's not quite
true that Newpor, has all of Nahant and some
thing more For the repose, the freedom from
the fury of fashion, Is precisely what endears
Nahant to It's lovers, and the very opposite IS the
characteristic of Newport If man had any
work TO do, Nahant opens It's arms TO HIM ana
| folds him into the sweetest silence and Scc.u-
| sion Ii has no variety, | grant. You stool
| along the cliffs and You galop upon the beach,
and there Is nothing more But he Is a tNro m
| the observation Of Nature who does not know
| that by the sea, II l. the sky-scape and no. the
| Landscape IN which enjoyment he>. Il man
| dw,lt IN the vicinity OF beautiful inland scenery,
We, near the sea, ms horses head would he
turned daily "a the sea for the sea and SKY are
| exhaustlosS m interest as IN beauty, while, m
the comparison, you soon drink up the little drop
Of satisfaction N fields and trees This sea extcr-
nally fascmates by Ms infinite suggestion. and
| esery man upon the sea-sh0re Is sui Jullan
| or a Maddalo
| -" because the sea
| Is hOunHless We wish our souls 10 ue "
Besides II Is always the ocean which Is the
| charm of other shore resorts. shat have more
variety than Nahani II moi alone. then IN com
hnaton Even a, Newport the eve Is unSails
ned until II rests upon the sea. and A. seaside
| scenery with Us Is monotonOus, there Is rather
more Of the same thing Al Newpor, than greater
VARIETY The genuine direction to Nahant Is
the feeling Of ~ dulness. on the pari OF the
Young. and of ~ intense sadness OF ASSOCIATION.
with the elders The AIR Is full OF ghosts TO
them A. twihgh, they see figures glide palhd