The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1853-04-22

public amuse themselves with the gleanings Of
the guillotine. One thing at time, If you
please.
The APPROACHING ExoDUs TO THE WATERING
PLAcEs.-We must soon be of to the country.
Sunny skies, soft spring breezes, blossoming
trees. and budding flowers appeal wooingly,
and bid us shake of the dust Of the city
once more to steep our souls in the fresh
ness of nature Enough of hundrum rou-
tine labor! Enough Of endless walks up
and down Broadway with those stereotyped
faces meeting US forever at the selfsame
spot! Even the houri with the golden locks,
whose bright image crosses onr path like
the rainbow in sun-shower. or butterfly on
Mayday, has become stale, and-sadly do we
own it-can no longer attract our gaze as she
passes. How much more commonplace have
become the poor little creatures whose over
whelming hats, spindle shanks, and overgrown
collars. furnished the streets few months
since with 80 lively puppet-show! They
may stalk past in shoals without so much as
the honor Of glance. The swarthy face of the
Metropolitan and the pale front of the Saint
Nicholas lure stare from none but foreigners.
Too often by half have we plodded our weary
way to the Crystal Palace, and peered over the
paling at the fairy structure of iron and glass :
until nearer view is vouchsafed us, we vote
the lounge bore. Dust and mud-musty Off
ces. smoky boarding houses. and noisy hotels
endless walks through dirty streets. or agoniz-
ing journeys in crowded cars-is it to be won
dered that those who can exchange them for
The warblng woodland, the resoundng shore,
should have already given notice to their land
lady. and ordered the servant to see to their
portmanteau?
Already indeed more than half of April is
gone, and days ago
Were glistening to the breezy blue:
for fortnight or more, the graces, as the old
Roman says, might have led the dance in ma
ture's seductive apparel did our social econo-
my tolerate such performances. The traitor
summer is stealing upon us with noiseless
strides Pity the poor wretches who shall only
know.that he is come when his bloom has faded.
and the dogdays have reduced them to strict
regimen of ice creams and cobblers. Let us
hasten away who can.
Myriads of charming retreats invite US to cheat
the scorching sun in woody valleys, to fan our
heated blood on windy SUBMITS, or brace our
nerves by bold plunge into the salt sea- Is
there not Saratoga with its beautiful wood
lands it's dreamy dells, its quiet cemetery, and
its laughing group of pretty faces round the
well? Have we not weird scenery in the White
Mountains to feed the fancy Of all the romantic
young ladies that ever daubed a landscape in
water colors? Shall not the Gothamite be true
to his instincts, and lose all knowledge Of the
relative value of dollars and cents-contemn
Nicaragua, and scorn copper mines-forget the
existence of fancy Genesee, and laugh merrily
at the news OF fall in cotton-as he tramps,
rod in hand and basket on shoulder, through
the silent paths which cross the Catskills? Or
shall the miserable wrctches who are doomed
to earn thousands q year in Fulton, Water,
Pearl, and Broad streets be denied their brief
holiday on Coney Island, at New Brighton, at
Rockaway or West Point? Reason, nature,
and the hotel keepers chorus stentorian No!
Poor drudge of the city!
How happy be feels
With burr5 on his legs,
And the grass at his heels!
And well he may. If the man who
dare not write
As funny az he can
were to be cooped up in New York for winter.
and doomed to the diet which the city laws and
Providence have allotted to US he would be
glad enough to escape to the fields at the first
symptom Of spring, and exchange our dust and
mud for grassy slope, burrs, grasshoppers and
mosquitoes to the contrary notwithstanding.
What range would open to his choice! Be-
sides the places we have mentioned, springs Of
every possible chemical character. and possess
ing every variety Of rural attractions beset
him on all Sides A prosaic name has not dried
up the source of pastoral poetry at the White
Sulphur Springs: nor are there any traces Of
old fashioned formality at those of Lebanon or
Sharon. There will be no landsharks we trust
at the Ocean Springs though it is more than
probable that they will contain some queer
fish before the season is over. Bath as was
judiciously remarked by the celebrated Count
Malschikoffski, must be visited by all who feel a
respect for Beau Nash and squarc-toe boots.
Our ragged boys remember the memorable opin-
ion Of the same illustrious authority with re-
gard to Cape May, and how he used to say that
he never heard that beautiful air Dearest
May" without the most lively emotion at the
associations il awakened. Why need we speak
Of the others-New Rochelle, Georges Heights,
Lake Mahopac, Glencove. Schooley's Noun
tains, and the hundred names we have for
gotten? Are they not all the haunt Of beauty and
fashion, and shall they not all be classic ground
to many happy couple. whose true-lovers-
knot shall be tied some time this autumn?
Happy ye. who. as Horace says, can leave
your clerks to shave notes at twenty per cent
and frolic the livelong day in these delicious
country homes! And happier still the landlords
Of hotels and barkeepers who shall dispense
tender beefsteaks, and tough mattresses, seduc-
tive cObblers and potent toddies at vour call