The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1854-08-27

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the captain Of the smack. after inquiring tue
latituoe and longitude, declared he was three
days out of Tottenville and short Of doughnuts"
We tossed him . biscuit and bottle of soda
water, and proceeded on our journey as II
nothing had happened. But the souod Of those
doughnuts st II rang In my ears. The fact Is,
/ have q penchant for doughnuts That Is my
weak point. like them in all forms, and par
ticularly when crumbled in cOhee, which !!
believe lie not genteel. And now when heard
the name of my favorite cake waited over the
waves Of the OZARK blue sea-" old memories
came up again, and visions of departed dough
nuts, long buried in the grave of boyhood, rose
before my fancy. There was the round dough
nut and the long doughnut, the circular dough
nut and the cylindrical doughnut, and last, not
least, the twisted doughnut like the figure 3,
and the crooked d0ughnnt like the letter S.
Dear to my memory were they all; and here,
said to myself. is Q poor seafariGg man who
has neither the one nor the other-actua,ly be-
reft of his last doughnut. "Three days out
of Tottenville and short of doughnuts" Dough-
nuts, Tottenville-Tottenville, doughnuts-I
could stand 1t no longer-I rushed for the
captain, Captain" said I, where on earth is
Dough- mean Tottenviller 2" 1.-THE village Of
Totrenville," replied the captain, :" is situated
10 latitude - o! d-n the latitude" said |,
give US the country, give US the kingdom;
is 1t in the United States or in JerseyW
at is in neither" said the Captain;
west side Of Staten Island" do we land
there 2" said l. awe do" said the Captain.
Then my minds made up" said l; ito rOtten-
vile will Co." And here am in this charm
ing little village, which rises up out of
the water, not alike Venice from the sea-" but
like Tottenville from the shore. On the op-
poetic side Of the river, in the barren and bar
hav ionv 81 nR
quated and musty town Of Perth Amboy, ia
nous for its revolutionary memories and its
conservative aristocracy. On this side, and
hard by, is Bodies Grove, famous az the re-
sort of pic mic and excursion parties. In this
grove, on Saturday evenings, the Totem
villeans are accustomed to have q shop"
which Is attended bs the natives Of the village
as well as by New Workers., and other foreign
ers-fOr you must know that this is getting 70
be a summer resort but one Of the quiet
sort There are no hotels here; but there are
plenty Of homes, where visiters are received
with welcome quite as warm as was ever
given at an inn, any equity old poet to
the contrary Notwithstanding. Families come
here from New York and spend toe summer;
and Broadway bellies are no rarity even in this
secluded spot. Among the number l may
mention Miss 4. j., who is q general favorite;
Miss p. K. A., pulchya flia puIehsora nsatye;
two Misses n, two Misses L Miss O.,
and Others whose names have heard but do not
now recollect; aud then there are the Tot
tenville girls ''nstive and to the manor
born" Miss L. A. s., Miss LaF.. Miss
R., the two Misses T., and last, not least
the beautiful Frank, who lives over the hill and
down In the valley close by the "mystic spring."
A genuine growth Of the soil is she-artless as
o lawn, musical as robin. Such an eye, such
. voice, such gait! All mel
In besuty's light she glides along:
Her eye is like the star Of eve,
And sweet her voice a. seraphs song.
Beaux, too, have we here, as o matter of
course, for where beauty Is there beaux are
sure to c0ngregate. But no "Gsuche Bo0sey g."
am told, ever land here. The soil is not con-
genial. There is good sailing, fishing and bath
ing for day amusements, ana in the evening
you can go 10 hop with the girls in the grove,
or il an old bachelor, like my self, you may sit
on the piazza and enjoy quiet segsr and bit
If chat with the "old folks at home" Aud
when you retire to snooze, the music Of the
katy-did will lull you into as sweet q repose
as ever sat upon the eyelid of Somnus. can
hear the dear little bugs now, and they, to-
gether with the failing wick Of my candle, re-
mind me that 1t is time to turn in. SO, good
night Ieader-come to Tottenvilie; good night,
katy did; good night Frank-charming Fraak!
II did hear thy voice lar above music, and
when thou vert gone,I looked into my heart to
see what moved it 50. Alas! found g."
m A DOUGHNUT