Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1852-05-14

The New York Journal of Commerce occasionally
publishes letters from young American lady IN
London to her friend this side of the water which
models of correct appreciation and elegant de-
scription enriched with graceful touches of femin-
inc feeling that give to their perusal zest beyond
what is ordinarily excited by a correspondence eff
the kind The following extract shows that the wri-
ter the dark well as the bright side of Lon
don outdoor life baltimore american.
Far away to the Westward of the vast and crowd
ed metropolis, stretch the three hundred and fifty
of open ground, known Hyde Park, beauti-
fully diversified with grassy hillocks, clover
knobs, and tiny moss-Iined vallies. Through it flow
the clear water of the Serpentne, rejecting fowery
banks, and the leafy branches of tall trees, that
rock the nests of summer birds whose thrilling mel
odes the very beggars rich enough to buy.
Oh Bel never anything half so perfect as
this picture of the country spread out in the very
heart of great city, to refresh with equal benefit
care-worn inhabitants of narrow, thckly crowded
alleys and the sickler checks of the more crowded
drawing room occupants. 1t gives Il charming tea-
to city landscape, especially in the eye OF one
who comes from land where the feverlsh eagerness
to turn everything into gold is always drowning the
voice of nature in the noisy din of busness-where
trees are only beautiful for the cords of wood they
will make, and pleasure grounds are eye sores be-
cause they might have been sold for three hun
dred pence and turned to mechanical uses
You should see Hyde Park of a Sunday Bel, to get
an idea of Londons population and Loadon's wealth
You would think it were some gala day, your eye
wandered over the motley throng of showily dressed
people, who are sure then to fill this favorite resort
it seems like triumphal procession-the long line
of stylish looking equpages that extends from
to the other of those immense grounds There are
aestie cavaliers, besides splendid carriages filled
with beautiful in costly robes-decorated
with golden crests-and drawn by superb horses
guided by coachmen in powdered wigs and gay liv-
cries. The footpaths too thronged with peo
pie from humber walk of life-people in their hol
iday dresses, and their holiday smiles. The effect is
so imposing that if you to see only the kalei
descope views of life that gets in Hyde Park Of
a Sunday afternoon you would take it for an Elysi
UNI, of beauty and pleasure, rather than the thing
of toll and and that it is. But the eve
ry day side of the picture would quickly break the
spell All the live long week, misery and want and
wretchedness are toing in the self-same thorough
fare, with aching limbs, and breaking hearts, and
fearful eyes, for one half the world must toll and
sweat and groan that the other half may thrive and
rejoice The London streets are thronged with hoa
ry heads totterng to the grave and craving charity
to pay their way. and with tiny feet just patterine
into life that already learning to keep time tt
the beggars voice. wonder if shall ever get har
dened to the piteous tales that startle ones
every step. and the ragged types of suffering tina
make ones eyes wet and ones heart sick.