New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1851-06-10


darkness of the forest, touched with one
silver streak. which is Lake Erie, they will
draw their long breath and taste in 1t Paclic
| air
But if there are those who, fresh from
Sdnev's Arcadia, are enamored of ruralliy
and wish to try actual Country life, there
are farms enough within easy reach of the
City where they can put their poetry into
practice Seen from the Catskill plateau,
or across the delicious dream OF Lake
George, Country life is still as fascinating
as Pastoral Poets paint it. But 1t Is less
cxhllarating seen from a bayfield, IN the
rerv acme of July heats, with pitllesS
sun blazing down upon your head and You
slashing away with your scythe, with an
experienced and untiring hand before, and
an experienced and untiring hand behind,
nervous, dripping, doSpairing, and leaving
an awful "hog's trough" instead of
smooth, clean swath; then blistering your
hands with raking under sudden thunder
cloud. and choking, blinded and exhausted
as YOU "mop" the hay away in the loft
These are the tame truths of Country life
omitted in Poetry Ii YOU are ayerse TO
such violent processes, pick strawberries or
weed onions a few hours every morning.
Your practical enthusiasm will rapidly ex-
hale. You will prefer the panoramic pros
pect of the Country from the CatskIll or the
vague vision across Lake George. There
is no practical wag like your citizen who
wants to milk cows and drive team and
shovel and plow and NOW, who wishes, in
fact. 10 be cOuntryman irhlIe am m the
countrv." Him mark and follow, if you
wish to combine recreation with healthy air.
4 brilliant book of Summer satire might
be written at the most crowded hauntS. But
there are quiet places also. known TO quiet
men. Clear streams are throbbng with trout
for an approaching angler. lie slips away
from town and reappears with bloom upon
his cheek. Apollo caught him in those
rocky glens and in those woods, and bronzcd
him with a burning kiss. He requests
your acceptance of trihe," and 10 a trout
and a trout poetical for straghtway a.
YOU consume, your fancy dllatcs IN those
rural retirements, and YOU too catch 4 dis
tant glimpse of Pan and Apollo. Your fish
ers and hunters are the only citizens who
taste the truest delight of the country, eX-
cepting the Artists, who are admitted every
where in Nature er-ofcIo.
The rest of us make poor business OF our
Summering. We get very hot and very
red and have Spasmodc enthuslasms and
pay roundly for them. Old Froissart would
certainly have said of US too, though differ
emily They were taking their pleasure
sadly, after the manner of their nation"
Sadly, in sooth, for watch the faces when
you 90 up in the omnibus or scan those in
the cars who are going out to take their
pleasure and YOU will not wonder that all the
Hamadryads and Nymphs flee and that
Undine dives deeply from their chances,
leaving but palid water-lily for remem-
brance. Most travellers do not 90 into the
country, they simply shift the city into
another place and 50 cheat their lives of
healthful variety, their frames of vigor and
their cheeks of bloom. However, we pre-
fer to laugh at them rather than to quarrel
with them. For our own private Summer
recreations we are going into the Groves of
Barney, sure Of an abundant society there,
and of catching the flash OF all the gems
of gossip, which possibly we shall some
times string for our readers upon a thread
Of moral reflection sufficiently strong to
hold them,-lf we can find it, for no slight
thread answers for Summer talk. We ex-
hort all who wish to be peculiarly pas
toral to wend their way thther. For there
We are sure of
"the Lover
Likewise the Dove or
The gentle Ployer
OF an afternoon"