New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1859-09-14


Ter of skopuen-no, this is too great and suddens
fall; will not suppose it possible.
For this 10 the very time for the country. Now
the shsdes will deepen and grow moro confidential
in the earlier twilight The air has . vivacious
touch which bripgs the blood little more sharply
into the cheek Of besuty. Now, one can walk out
in the genial nooDtice without feir OF extreme
heat and dangerous pespirstion-it will not be too
cold for month to come 10 cit under the trees,
and read the Idylls Of the King, and Adam Bede,
and Believes puzxling sermon, II you are aoie ior
such work, and Q little later, ''wannut log,
morning and evening, will highten the enJoymens
OF the outer world BY closer hugging Of the inner
comfort and cOntentment. 1t VIII DC time enough
for you to Geek the shelter Of the city when those
leader dsys come which are indeed the CONN OF
our Summer joys. Then get out the umbrellas,
shake I'D the furs, kindle the furnaces, and bur.
row. like frozen creatures till the fair resurrection
of the Spring lets you out again.
But here am left, lonely, at Newport cleaning
on the highways the traces Of the reign just over.
Meeting with my comrades, the cottssers cx.
change with them melancholy words, sigaihcant Oh
the great things We have seen together Aad I
have STILL in pstto, remembrance not yet impaired
TO you, the remembrance of the drive on the Beach.
This is a tlirg of frequent occurrence and easy
accomplishment to these who live in or about tho
town. The very tailor, shoemaker, dressmaker,
and tallow chandler Of the place occasionally hires
D
those who live removed league or two from tho
center Of things this expedition is made but once
year, and then with preparation and sslsmnity.
You let the horses res. the day before-you promise
them rest the day after-you consult the Almanac
for the tide, with anxiety. You hurry through
your dinner, array your children exasperate your
eoachmap and, after all, succeed in getting TO tho
Beach before any one else is there.
How beautiful are these beaches. especially this
a. L.. e. k.>lA kAp Aavrn
Of rocks and its slyery sands, tempting to the foot
of man and beast. There, on the right, IL that
sudden black chasm in the rock, called Purgatory-
seen from this halfway distance, it dwiudles TO
black thread but stand close upon either brink,
and you will readily see how it should have been
what indeed il was to us, the shuddering night
mare of our chidhood-so black, deep and hope
q foolish old story in those days of lover having
lespt across it ut the request of his mistress and
having then, with polite bow, taken leave OF her
forever But it never was true. Women are not
90 murderous in their fancies, nor men 20 compli-
ant in their feats. So much for Purgatory. On
the left you see the Paradise rocks, where In child
hood we wandered with other sheep scrambling
I'D the steep places, and making ourselves bowers
in the shady ones There where there arc open.
ings and dnts in the rocks, my brothers used
10 Get up Robbers Cave and, dsshng out upon
our harmless Carayanserai to deprive us unluauy
of gingerbread and candy, the treasures Of thas
age. Kensett has made studios Of these rocks-so
has Cropsey, if ! mistake not. But now shall r.
thence have her reward for here ut last come tho
FASHIONABLE. In . long line, nay, double line,
across tie first beach, along the short road OF
separation and through the slough Of the heavy
sand, and here they are, the very people, with
the very ban kets, and adorned with tho plumes
and roses we had dreamed Of Couples on horse
back dash along, between the heavy carriages, tho
ladies' with great variety Of hats, the horses tros-
ting, pacing, or at full gaop. This, too, remiads
US Of scenes twenty years ago, but our habits
were palmer than these, and our head gear Q
stout velvet cap with visor to protect our COM
plexion So much is frequently said about the dis
play Of horses at Newport, that need not parti-
cularze upon that pOnt-the horses are always
tOlsrabls. and often very Handsome. Here es1s
| ing and not pretty, unless II 10 ~ fshies, h
Which case, Of course il must have come merjh.
Here 10 light carriage bearing four lovely childrea
in pretty costume; here are small boys mounted,
not altogether at ease with their ponies; and here,
to crown all, is one Of the fourin handlers, happy,
four times happy individual he drives himself, and
does not look proud. Without him our JOY would
not have been complete; sitting on his own coach:
box he forms the very top knot OF the social
garland. All this We saw, driving ono
Way; we turn, and the most furious wind
belstors us about the eyes and ears,
so that we can scarcely hear or see. Tho
hats and habits, going this way, are wildly blown
about-the plumed bODnets are at their vita end.
But we must front the wind and all, to sec the
gorgeous sunset, whose short glory IL now before
1s. It is simple choice, out Of the many maenin'
cepcjes the sun has stored for his evening dress
Onl, robe of cleaIest saffron, with single scarf
of purple cloud, but each 10 most beautiful 10 it,
kind, and the old landmarks look all aglow and the
grim ancient rocks nod to US and say: We light
up pretty handsomely here don't we ana Wo
do it every evening" Still, from this holy spec
tacle We had to turn back TO drive once more over
the beach, and search through all the row Of car
riages and outrideg for some supposed treasure
of beauty and interest, hidden somewhere among
the shawls and bODnets. Failing to End this, We
turned again to the wind and the sunset and having
reached the end of the Beach, left the gale in pos.
session, the sky fading the young folks gal0ping,
the smallest boy trying to stop his horse TO pick up
his cap, aud much embarrassed 10 the operation,
and some hundreds of people smiling and waving
hands to each other. So we saw il four Jears agoj
yet, since then, how changed Wehave grown old,
certainly, for it seemed to us in recollection that
the whole afternoon then was sunset one delicious
melting pnks ellOws andpurpes into esch other;
that the women were all smiles and roses the horses
all gloss and cockade, and the men Of every degree Of
manly beauty from AdOnis to Hercules. SO fades
| the world TO us, as we get on 10 Life, aud Is
dead to US almost before We are dead 10 it.
Still, the drive on the Besch will always be the
most attra tive of all the Summer displays Of New
port; the beauty OF the place, the extraordinary
loneliness of the sunsets, and the evident enjoyment
Of 90 large concOurse Of people, with even the
bloom Of youth heightened BY the fresh breeze, the
SOBER elder faces frightened, the hOrses beside
Themselves with joy at the cool, moist footing Of
the sand, AID the gay trappiogs Of vanity ITSELF
knitted up into sort Of mnistraton TO the splen-