New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1860-08-22
Neiualork daily Gribnira
FROM NEWPORT.
Correspondence Of The N. Y. Tribune.

news if any news can be found of Newport. The
states Of the Island of Summer Blessedness remain
as they were when wrote last, and for some time
before. Here are the windmills, waiting for a new
QuixOte. Alas that Nature never makes but one
hero of each sort. Here is the stone mill, whose
mysterious grinding was fnished long before our
gbostly ancestors were substantial flesh and blood
Here are the Summer New-YOrk shops, where
through the whole season they keep sacrificing
$4,000 worth of goods from A. T. Stewards, the
like whereof your servant never saw IN that esta6-
lishment, which he has repeatedly and anxieusly
visited. Here blooms out the immortal Downing,
with billard-rOOm, ice-cream saloon, and upper
rooms where unknown good things are served. He
hangeth out this sign: Game suppers, with my
peculiar crisped potatoes" Tell us, ye who are
regardless of expense and the hour of the night
We who, in fact do not 90 home till morning-tell
us what DOwning's peculiar crisp may be- AT Ten
nants corner the flag still waves, with the inscrp-
ton, " Beach Drive" or :" Batemans, as the case
NAV be; and those who have done their utmost to
get into town and who cannot go any fur
ther pass that flag with little sinking OF the
heart. Here is the Atlantic, where Senator
Douglas stayed and, for aught l know, may
be staying still. Item-they made illumination
before the hotel when he arrived. Some folks gave
him clam-bake, some party, some picnic, but
as even if l saw these things as guest L could
not betray counsel it IS best t. assume that this
little pig stayed at bone. as indeed he is very
glad to do. One fact will state, however: driving
through the streets on the morning OF that pcnlc
met my faithful teamster, the horse and medium by
which pianos, harnesses, bales OF household goods,
barrels of do, an iron fountain, bogshead OF mo-
lasses and other comforts too numerous to mention,
have in this and past years been transmitted to my
remote mansion. Bat never did find it III my heart
toiOad him up as some one had loaded him on this
occasion. Such hampers such baskets OF cham
payne such pipes of other wine, such deep lee
cream pals where longing thought follows the nvert
ed pyramid thought that aspires not to the pyramids
Napoleon saw. Will not attempt TO describe fur
Their the mountain of victuals upon which my
weather-beaten friend was entbrOned, but as he
passed. he uttered the name of him OF the four
horses mentioned by us last year, but to be Illus
trated no furtherin these letters No. Sir, once is
enough. Ii was the picnic that we saw before us.
They who enjoyed it were OF course worthy OF II,
and the Douglas went along. What toasts, what
speeches they had and III what particular tap they
saved or sacrificed the Union, are things known to
themselves alone. The day was hot, the season
dull, and Whit of the gusty Douglas may have
been refre sblng
We will stop to-day as we pass the Ocean House;
stop and 20 in. 1t is a little after p. m.-the af-
ternOOn jam of carriages before the door has
scarcely commenced A faint agony OF music begs
toit The long hall is indeed empty-a sailor at
one door is wishing to sell some costly shells, but no
BUYERS appear In recess lighted by gas, nine of
the Germaniaus are blowing end fiddlng their very
souls out, without any visible audience We look
at their stersctyped faces, and wonder If te Is a
dream if it il always the same Summer at Newport
they and we are living over. They played Just So
looked lust so, ages ago, before Edward died, be
fore John was born, before Sarah and Thomas were
married; ave- before these gray hairs and that last
very decided wrinkle--they will play so reader
when YOU and / shall have been comfortably dis
missed to cur fathers. Clearly, the Germanans
are the one Dermanence in Summer Newport.
Passing their den on the right, we discover new
scene of action Oh the left. A long, long banquet
ting room, with many tables, and much white linen
and pink glass AS we pass, they are just putting
the apples on the cloth, and sigh OF plenltude
seems TO come from the depths OF the assembly
individuals now rise and come out, ike the mrs
drops of a shower. Presently there IL the thunder
of heaping up, the chairs crate against the floor
hoops are disengaged from narrew captivity, and
with noise and rush, the whole pent-up body
is down uponus. The row of chairs on either side
of the hall is filled with the more sober, and the
less sober commence promenade which lasts some
three quarters Of an hour. No one listens to the
music which is very good; everybody engages IN
conversation, which no doubt is better. Yet the
music is valuable as a back ground and the pleas
ure of talking against it must be intense. There
are uniforms with young ladies attached-one can
study costume. The change from last years dress
now breaks upon you. Have you got yourself up
as usual with three decks Of fOunces, a hoop bulg
ing at the hips, and two inverted cornucopias
for sleeves All that is old, very old, now.
Skirts cannot be too ank at the top, nor too wide
at the bottom. Innumerable small founces ruffle
them all the way or cover together below the knee
leaving a clear field above for the pattern OF the
silk We were talking of pyramids-the battle of
the Pyramids has been fought and won over
again. Woman nowadays is a pyramid, with
a little hat curiousy perched, like weafher-coek,
at her apex. Sleeves too are not as they used to
be, but dear old Grandfather TRIBUNE, what are
sleeves TO YOU or mel ] will not paint the fashion
portraits of the ladies in the hall. Some were
graceful. and many were dOwdy as is the case in
most large assemblies. ] found occasion to reflect
that there may be too much red on the cheek, and
too much white on the nese.
"lfthe thing were well done,
'Twere well"
But where it is ilI-done, we are compelled to
wish il were never done at all In the parlor we
find small, pleasant group Of faces that recall the
New-Yotk OF our youth. Dear old New York
we knew and loved you before the upper ten became
the upper million; when Fifth avenue was but a
possibty and rather a wild one; when the AstOr
House stood out in lone consplcuity; when the
old Park TheateT was the living sepulcher OF Ora
matte grandeurs: and when the twO-penny old
Park itself, with the public buildings and Scudders
American Museum, was an object absolutely an
object Do you remember how we used to walk IN
Broadway, dressed in all our best clothes and
meeting each other smile, blush, and bow! Where
were yOur fast men and women in those days, your
2:4O horses, your street police, night murders,
Fernando Woods and Mrs. Cunnnghams
Where were your Walack's, your Laura Keenes'
your Christys Minstrels-where your Clubs, your
Winter Gardens, etc Johnny Contoit kept mod
ost slim of an ice-cream garden half way down