New-York tribune., 1868-09-08
LIFE At SARATOG 4.
LETTER FROM A LADY IN THE COUNTRY TO ONE
OF THE EDITORS.
SARATOGA SPRINGS, Aug. i, 1868
My life is but little,
Only a cup OF water
But pure aud liupd.

only cup Of water;
But pure aud linpid
MY DEAR TOwN-wEDDED FRIEND Il cannot hope
to refresh your refined vision with glimpse of my
Summer life at this famed watering-place, but I'd
like to persuade you to lay aside your inspiring
Havana for moment, and dispel the cloud wreath
that hangs over your brow TO look at slis sim
pie bunch of wild flowers gathered in my morning
drive, that would fain lay at your feet.
Hero is the golden rod with Its graceful noddng
plumes the scarlet lobea, brilliant as a gem, frag-
rant fern and shining brake the rpening leaves of
the sumach-mingled sun and fre-all tied together
with long green grasses, and covered with the morn
ing dew. Do not resume your cigar and reverie in
sensible to the fragrance and beauty OF these smil
ing children of the glen
There is in this month in the country, an nklng
of Autumn in the air, in the blue haze around tho
hills in tho prolonged sultry note of the locust, and
the chiTp of the cricket that Is most enjoyable The
weird song of the locust, TO my ear attuned more 10
the harmony of nature than OF art, ls so lnll OF
prophecies of golden harvest moons, golden gram ana
fruit of mellow skies and winds, that j kecnly APP
preclate IT. ~ -
with seli-impOSed martyrdOm walk to the Springs,
and on my way drink in clouds Of heaven with my
eyes instead of clouds of dust.
Al the Spring amuse myself Tor an hour IN watch
ing the CrOwd-this mosaic OF humanity. Look with
my eyes for moment
Merry voices ana DdlteInH Icet attract ana
a half dozen misses IN fancifu dresses and sashes
and as many lads with elegant hats and coats, and
well booted 90 laughing by. bundle OF white
feathers and fringe and white meTinO is being drawn
i'm an elegant carriage by nurse. If it were not for
the two stays that twinkle brightly from ont the
feathers We should think it only bundle OF merino
and feathers-it is all 50 white
Bright colOTs attract my eye, and behold q lady
in purple cape black dress, and hat trimmed With
red and yellow feathers Does she see such discoId
in Nature A subdued rumble Of wheels, and see
carriages driving lakeward filled with Ray dressed
ladies leaning anguidly back against the cushions,
the horses cnrving their proud necks, c0nscous-as
far AS brute Intelligence can beof blood and station;
lovers absorbed in each other and the present
jockeys politicians making and discussing far
monds, her dark eyes flashing with almost equal
brancy; the dark-eyed Cuban In scarlet Jacket
and white robe; newly-marrled couple from the
cOuntTy-judging from the rural cnt of dress and
miah, looking stiff and awkward from the hands of
the village tailor is eagerly pressing second glass
upon Susan, who, notwithstanding her heroic resOlu
ton to do as they do at the Springs, declines with
expression OF disgust. and draws on her Isle
thread gloves TO depart for the Water Cure
CHANGING up the bill, see country wagon driving
slowly into town laden with frkins of butter, bar
rels,of potatoes vegetables SC, with children sand
wiched in between. The sturdy farmer, driving his
patient, plOddng team eyes the crowd, and after
nice calculation as 10 his share in the public grab
bag is thankful for the discovery of the Congress
Spring Beside bis strong sinewy, and broad
shOudercd form shrinks the meek, sad eyed woman
who is his bClpmcet in life. prcmatrrcly old, and
harder worked than bis horses cattle. The shrewd
lines IN hls face contrast strangely with the hopeless
expression IN hers. Perhaps she was Maud
Muller who in some far-oil Summer day saw the
Judge who is now slipping his glass OF Congress
water, ride slowly down the lane, and-thOugh |
hope nOt-sgLs 10 think Of the past, and contrasts
the talented, elegant man Of the world with him
who has never thought for her, or word Of apple.
cation to throw light over her mOnOtonous life.
Tonight shall see them driving home, the irkins
and barrels exchanged for paper parcels containing
to them the luxuries OF life.
Aspechnen Of the genus "widowerp having finished
his glass, walks mp the path running parallel with
the sidewalk. The Grape his hat is fresh yet but
that does MT prevent his glanoing through the fence
at pretty girl coming down the sidewalk She
and interesting he looks lin mourning, too" ...
WTeaths Of smoke curl from under straw hat and |