The Norfolk post. [volume] (Norfolk, Va.) 1865-1866, 1865-07-28
LETTER FROM A TOURIST.


| myspond7,es Of the Norfolk Psst.
It is just one week to-day since we
eft the old town of Norfolk for busy,
oustling, populous, glorious New York.
What son or daughter of the Metropo-
itan city does not feel thrill of hon.
est pride as thought reverts to its COM
nercial prosperity, its magnificent har-
Dor, itslibraries, picture galleries, and
its academies Of learning--its complete
oublic-shool system, which alike affords
thorough education to the children o.
the poor and the rich, and, despite the
crawling things, unworthy the name o
men, who sympathized with the late re-
bellion, its proud record of blood and
treasure, freely bestowed in the war
Norfolk may one day become the New
York of the South, if her citizens are
but public-spirited enough to look for
ward to, and help her Oh, in the upward
march that awaits her in the future.
The Yazoo swung from her moorings
at midnight, and when morning dawn
ed was already far on her way. She
reached New York at p o'clock on the
morning of Thursday, the Goth instant,
having made the trip in little over 20
hours. The sea was very rough all the
way, and the good ship rocked like a
cradle or swing, causing decidedly un-
pleasantsensations in the breasts of those
passengers who were not on good terms
with old Neptune. We were favored
by q wind that was almost gale all
Wednesday, and in the night violent
thunderstorm came up, which almost
equalled in force and intensity the
splendid electric displays which we have
had in Norfolk this summer. The thun-
der doomed over our heads like resonant
cannon, and the forked lightning fash.
ed over the black and tossing waters.
But in good time the violence of the
storm abated, and when the sun OF
Thursday rose, and the passengers
emerged from their state-rooms and
mounted to the deck, everything looked
bright and smiling. There is wonder.
full world of beauty in the sunshine.
Our destination was Brooklyn, and we
arrived in that quiet city before many Of
its dwellers were out of their beds
Brooklyn seems to have been standing
still since the war began; very few new
buildings have been put up, and the peo-
pie jog on in the same way that they
formerly did. The city is great suburb
OF New York, and ought, like all the
otner suburbs, to be included as part
OF her corporation. We diversified our
s.sy mere by visits to Coney Island,
oriVes on the Jamaica Plank Road, and
trips to the beautiful cemeteries which
lie outside her limits. Art and nature
nave united IN identifying those cities
OF the dead. In Greenwood and rrrrass
Hills one might easily forget that ayp,nd
him We're the stately forms Of 49,
shrouded dead, the pail, the cofs,r a .n
the winding sheet; for flowers bloor ,,i =,
beauty on every side, birds warble a.
liciously in the shadowy tree tons ana
through the wind-rocked grass ans
over the bending flowers one bears
the drowsy hum of the honey Ia.
den bee. Sculptured marble on every
side tells the story of broken circles and
desolate hearths.
aTbers /, no home, hows'or watched and tended,
But one dead lamb 10 there;
There Is no household, hows'sr defended.
But has one vacant chair"
Riding through one Of the long ave
nues at cypress Hills, our attention wa
attracted to maidstone, in which
photograph had been inserted. w
alighted, and found that this monumen
was erected to the memory of a little sol
of our good Captain Couch, of the va
zoo. There, safely set in a niche of tn
stone, was the sweet little face, that has