New-York tribune., 1868-08-11
FASHION IN SARATOGA.
A woMANs VIEW OF THE MULTITUDE.-HsTo-
RY OF A DAY IN THE HIGHT or THE SEA-
sON.-sKETCHES AT THE SPRINGS.
IFROM OUR SPECIAL CORRESPOSDESTl

This and Miss That, and the prominent firtations' 80
SAYS an eminent Boston authority Not from tho wish to
indulge in the ultmatum of feminine happiness contra
dicOn and the privilege Of saying, told you so TO
the eminent Boston authority, but because It Is not
natural for me to write OF these things will not speak
of any of them. .N .
Itis4 o'clock, and take our comfortable caneseat
rocking-chars on the piazza of the Union Hotel The
band are already their places and soon we are borne
far away the present and actual by the deep tender
chords Of Beethovens spirit Waltz nearer to tha
world which not far from every one OF US, atainable
in moments Of passionate, underlined longing. IN which
we have glmpses Of ourselves freed from the trammes
Onr ewes wander up and down the long green spaces
noting how the pcrccs through the branches Of the
trees, hcckiug the beautiful lawn with its golden light
We lift our t' branches that shelter us from the
heat oi this August day. We remember that they may
Laye stood here ia The beginning the present century
when the onion Hotel was first rising from It's fogud
tons aud a few log houses only stood around It, Birds
and squirrels ind safe home IN these pleasant trees
and far above the notes Of the waltz we just now hesId
the carol Of the birds so the hour passes away III
pleasant musing ana listening. 49,
There are no ixed rules Tor daily life. We rise as
the spirit prompts, walk to the spring, and, while waiting
for turn watch the motley crowd We glance at the
naughty smiles Of pretty faces pcerng out OF y wee
bonnets We zee the old blind man sitting by tho way
side with card upon LIS hat, printed IN large letters
Help the blind" Here comes rosy-chcekcd giil 80
fresh and fair IN youthful beauty she drops Few pen
uies IN the cXeuded hand of tile old our hearts
follow her IN blessing for this act Of thoughtful charity
Dear child! May Time eyes never close to THIS world O
beauty IN all thy earthly years 10 come!
The crowd thlckens-the old and young, ragged and
rch pale faces and faces luminous with health, children
dressed like dolls, and children with faces old in care
women with poodcs small IN their arms, aud p"odes
large by their side, wise men ana fOpsall fit before our
wandering eyes in bewllderng confusion. We wonder
where they all find homes! We wonder for what they
are all living, aud how many see the grand oYect o thls
glorious life; how many are truly thankful for the priv
lcge of moving and breathing aud numbering one liHA IN
the great human chain how many carry sad ana hcay
hearts under purple robes; how many are phowed on
fine linen ana fare sumptuOusly every daJ, and how
stones.
We wonder and wonder until our hearts ache. and
souls lost IN wonder at the great problem OF human
life. Have these people all souls or II they have. are
they not closed IN every side by narrowing and be
ting influences Is existence hythlng more thAn
mere round q eating. dgnhing' and sleeping bnt a
There must be IN the hearts of each love. tender
ness aid pity or less developed by paturo and
Let us notice one or In the crowd that Gibbs and
flows restessy before US Here IL the city Madame
With short decided step she walks through tho crowd
and plants herself In the most desirable location Every
aud motion tells that her pOudcrOay cannot DO dis
turbed until she wills. She takes N our Wild Hover with
a single supcr1ous glance and then turns to Spy out
the land" IN hope OF something moro desirable. Not
fi - fold ornament, escapes the good ladys
attention, aud our market value RAPIDLY Increases OF falls
But here i, rarity-a group Of sweet. girsh faces
Iresh anu Joy yoIs as ye.; we Ih 10 ~ SoH a. . td
PATH dressed IN pure white Down tie street. his angud
limbs supported by cane. comes
And educated whistler
with what a dainty grace our young exquisite takes
his glass IL oT % ne gneei about I ,bs eaG n
dipping boys he aranges his feathery mustache Then,
adjusting his ne ganGes at ,he ades, nGhong
tiny Of those unfortunate as TO be strangers he muir
the result Of his observations TO companion who
has joined him.
that elegantly dressed creature ever have
ton Does he become enraged with his laundress
Does he ever speak disrespectfully his mammal 1t
really seems az IL he ought to be placed carefully
We eat breakfast eisurey and with due attention 10
it eIceence hear the news from the great world out
sde and after hours rest, go 10 walk Everywhere,
in COOL shaded streets and IN open sunny ones We nd
people. Everybody takes boarders Happy groups
cluster on the plazzas walk In the Park or Indian
campmeDt The poor consnlnptiye alone remains behind
upon the piazza, enyeloped IN huge shawl looking out
upon this human kaleidoscope with the light OF the other
We pass along the shaded streets and pause before
dwelling It's architecture IS peculiar but Is not that
alone Which attracts us Here Madame Jume lived, aud
her suggests train OF memories not alone OF tue
French Madame and her early life, with Us record OF
Partisan gayety, OF which, in her second childhood she
prated constantly or OF the strange marriage Of her
later days. but OF Aaron Burr and his chequered career
We remember the brilliant life IN Paris New and
Newport the stormy days IN London and the Southwest
and the last OF EARTH" In New York.
We walk on lesurely TO the High Rock Spring" and.
looking down upon n, we remember that Saratoga IS not
wholly prOsac, but has s historic side. To this spring
came Sir William johnson. borne by his faithful forest
friends upon litter more than century ago, AFTER the
romantic but fearful days Of the French and Indian wars
which have left their dark stains upon this region
Further come 10 the Empire Spring" and, as
ceudng little emnencc, look upon pleasant wooded
ranges Of hills touch OF New England In the landscape.
Then turn 20 the " Excelsior Spring" and walk up
the pleasant woodland path into the heart OF me uOOds
par excellence Of Saratoga KIND hands have placed
seats here flowers grow by the side OF every path the
woods are alive with the music Of birds. Here
we'll seat ourselves 10 rest after the weary walk and let
the whispers softly breathing through the forest trees
WOO us into day dreams that we wonld not break.
We 80 home to the cool piazzas and rest with the de-
lcOus that there IS nothing needing TO be done
After dinner follow the nap ana BOOK nnt o. wnen the
band claims u.s. Then tea follows and there b still time
fO the lake the quiet country drive with the prospect
OF pleasant farms and green nelds 9l 9l Annnnal prom
ise The sun long ago sank through clouds OF name ana
amber. peering out, from time 10 time like ball OF fire,
and we hasten home TO the hop which closes each day
Happy, smiling faces meet US every ana soon 10
the OF the waltz grace ana beauty nOat up ana
down. backward and forward Ana II some bOul earnest
uttaran, asks Is Il right Are they or yon spend
ing time as you shOuldi" We make answer, why not,
since we arc made happierW
An elderly friend sitting in the caneseat chair by our
SIDE turns to and says IOyOu this ballroom Is fresh
and attractive but see only the faces o, thrY years
ago" she Is silent again, cOmmunlng win ner own
thoughts and an unseen company. Ana our Thought
the fair young faces and graceful forms That moved
through these halls and tpped along the hfees where
But the music stirring the pulses recalls to the gay
present Even loOkerOn enjoys this grace and poetry
Of notion Tho blush on some far young iace as she
meets admriDg glance, or receives WIN doWncust
eyes some sincere compliment, is not IO herael aohe
Blue eyes and black eyes that are sparkling ana those
In whose calm depths there rests tue sht Oh an
ing peace dresses Of seaoam worn over those OF the
the rainbow; toilets in perfect keeping and Others IN
fearful confusion Of color; the lights ana nusic-all
make up picture which remains In the memory as "a
We wish that these bright might always last,
that time might leave these faces uhtoucheu OF tna
Fountain OF Youth might spring forth Tor their
immortal preservation But life, with its nexorabe de-
mands waits at the threshold OF the baroon lts music
win not always flow harmoniousy as do the notes
OF the waltz. .. I
"ItmAy he that shall reach the Happy Isles .'
II may be that the gus shall wslh Us down"
But let us hope that the final notes in the complete
symphony OF our lives may be those OF peace The happy
crowd has vanished the lights fast fading into dark
ness and wegraye Mentors that have forgotten our
seves-eave the ROOM and walk slowly down the stairs
into the darkness OF the night
THE PARIS FASHIONS.
TrAnslltsd from lie POllst for The Ttibane
Where shall we take the fashions from now
In Paris they hardly visible even st the theaters