New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1860-09-25
FROM NEWPORT.
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"A
:. ,,o An rot gather our rosebuds until t,dey are
r,tty well gone 10 seed nor walk C0t u enjoy the
mn tin the last streak of red tells US that no is al
.eady below the horizon, and the twilight dews
allipg, instead of the desired warmth, warn us
yi,hjn doors. Every Summer here passes like a
lream; and when Autumn, Ike faithful nurse,
wakes US, that we may get Up and be ready for the
cross, cold Winter, we rub our eyes
with astODishment Whist, so soon Oh a little,
but so very little longer. Then follow good resolu
lions. IL only have anesher Summer, III not
lose one moment OF Its gOhen sunshine. III get up
early and sit mp late, to lengthen out its sweet
DAYS. III watch every planet going through its
every grub changing into butter.
fly. Nature shall claim me wholly in this her annual
season of youth. IL read no print but the silver
type of the stars The music of the birds shall put
far from me Chopin and Beethoven. If l must
write, | will wrigo, as George Brown paints, out of
doors, and let sl the bright appearances that are
find their way into my wOrd-pictlres. VIII tel
them 10 forges me at dinner, and call me late for
tea, that l may be abroad, and forever abroad,
while can;
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That's Horace: you know love to quote him.
We'll. al these resolutions l made this past Spring.
"And shall keep them" L thought, g fer must
"be grown wiser since last year." Such was the
promise: but in the performance appears many .
melancholy gap Only one sunrise have j seen this
blessed Summer; and then there may have been
BEATTY, but to get the Fall River cars was my OBJ
ect, driving for that purpose to the Stone Bridge,
and afterward by the picturesque turnpike to that
grooming and wheeling town. Yet remembert that
we did Gpger, looking at the purple clouds and the
bright pattern brought out Upon them, listening to
the sweet early noises that have such quiet, in
tense rapture in them, and vapOuTiDg over the lovely
sea and land.v views, until look at the watch con-
densed our flaming zeal and the descent of the last
long hill was almost flying leap, in which it was
very lucky that the horse, the carnage, and our
selves came together to the depot.
How different journey viii this be, by the bye,
FROM Newport to Boston, and vice versa, when the
contemplated railroad from Fall River shall have
been completed. What painful plgrimages have
we not made TO this, our Summer paradise, pilgrim
ages to whose torment peas In the shoes could have
added but little. Leaving Boston early. one comes
by slow accommodation train to Fall River, a
train accOmmodatiye Of all those who want 70
| get to the end. Tie first stOppages one endures-
! Quincy is august in name-the BridgeWaters COM
| mand respect, but when itcomes TO nticut Fuers,
and such little Onesign affairs gets exasperated
When YOU reach MyTick's you often too far gone
10 purchase peanuts which, with 4" change ears for
| " New Bedford - seems to be the chief feature of
| that limited platform. Arrived at Fall River, you
have sfill some twelve miles of driving TO perform.
Your own carriage may be waiting for you, If not,
q friendly hackmau is 10 be hunted up, AMI after
| little manly hesitation, between SO and 81, and
the toll, you are invited to mount an extremely
narrow, dusty, and Wcll-WOn carriage, which two
horses of no particular age drag at very funereal
pace. The driver, for reasons best known to HIM
self, prefers the inland road, so up hill and up
hll one tolls and trUdges. You are four grown
IN fha Nth
two thrown in to I'LL up corners Incon-
venient baskets cucumber your legs, books
and parasOls tumble about at the least change Of
position. If in Winter you are chilled 10 death
if in Summer, you suffer before your time. Ia
either case, you are rayenOusly hungry. Item, the
depot at Fall River is the darkest dirtiest dismal
est, most barren, confOrtess that ever dared to
offer itself for the reception of human beings. For
packages, barrels aud - this side up with care" it
may answer very well, but for anything that Sees
hears and smells, good heavens what filth il is
As TO buying catabes there, one wouldn't feed ones
dog in such surroundings Hence hunger pro-
lODged and desperate AT the stone bridge you re-
viye for q moment. There is still little corner of
you that doesn't ache and on this you found smile
and ocular remark to the tollman, the thick.set,
backhared, who is often found catching fish on the
bridge Itself You soon relapse into misery, grum-
bic through NewtOWn, swear at the windmils that
delude YOU, seeming so near, when so far OH--wel,
you arrive finally and the less said about your state
of mind the better. A great part of this incOnve-
nience the projected railroad will remove. FOrsak-
ing those weary hills for ever you will dash alcug
tie lovely shore with the three islands in view. dash
across the stone bridge with an inward exultation
az the remembrance Of the tOlman fallen from his
station and reduced to fishing in good earnest
Gibbs crossing, Portsmouth Grove LaWtOn'gValev
station, We shall enjoy little Of that accOmmoda-
On we have SO often given to others and arrive at
cur own door with the very flowers fresh from the
Boston garden.
But il we are to be pited who make the journey
after oil somewhat at ease, what shall be said
OfthOse v LOm the Fall River stage imprisOns-dus-
ty, dIatory, and laUghter-proyoking. AS they pass
in d dry cloud OF their own, we catch glimpse of
perspiring females YEARLY Wiping the brow bon
nets collapsed with the Od-iashioned pitching and
rolling, boxes piled up behind, on top a drunken sail
or, vOciCrating the election song OF bis party and
magDiying lis Office Of voter with bowling laughter
Next year we shall say such things were :" and
that coach VIII JON Tony Wellcr's dream Of the
superanUated stage coaches
But l took up the pen to moralise upon the ideal
and the real, the Summer we meant to make and
the Summer we lave made As to the DAYS Out-Of
doors, we have had some Of them, but no such I'M
broken string of amber as We had pictured to our
selves. Many a long day, TRIBUNE, have we
passed with pen in hand patient in the endeavOr t.
e.lighten you. So has the bright morning gone, so
the tempting afternoon, till we have rushed out to
have a look at the sunset and found it too late.
Then there has been the Indispensable drive to
town with the long LIST Of impossible commissions,
Of shops, visits that must be paid crowd
ing ont many desired excursion, and intended ex-
plOration. That old-lime buryng ground where
sleeps the aDcients Of our own and other races-wc
have meant for years to spell out ts inscriptions
and hang immortclesupon its toMbstones Summer
is gone and we have not seen its outside railing yet
Then there were old, interrupted friendships whose
,lackeLed ties We hoped this Summer would have