New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1869-07-16
DORN BY THE SD.

Dusty denizens of the heated city, would
you know what good for yOui Go down to the sea- If
only q day; 20 down 70 the green shore and snuff
the salt breeze paddle in the salt water take plunge IN
the surf catch blue fish, or steal unaware upon the
jolly Blue Point oyster; in fact go TO the sea- You will
get tanned, IL the shines, and come home with
Spanish olive complexion nevertheless, to the sea
You may get there in three hours by the new South
side Long Island Railroad leaving Rooseveltst Ferry at
a. IA. OF later This road takes you into the real un
adulterated country. After leaving jamaica you
down toward the past fifty delightful little rural
villages through country unsurpassed for productive
ness among quaint old farm-hOuses built by anterevOu
tonary prOpuetos cultivated TO the highest pitch Of
modern sciences and yielding wealth untold for and
women who think 500 900 just beginning of LIFE AsyOu
run lesurey along the level Gebe dotted either side
bv small houses and immense barns past fields Of wheat
and rye ready for gone TO the sickle past oceans
Of thrifty vegetables that will tickle your palate,
past heavily vans that tend New FORWARD, and
snuff the salt from the restless you get new views
Of life and look back your hot dens in the city much
as released convict may remember Sing Sings white
freestOne Babylon cries the brakeman; and here
you get off, ride mile in country stage, and by steam
boat Great South Bay to tine lonely beach OF Fire
Island with its lonely lighthouse, its ntermnabe reach
es Of lonely sand, its lonely breakers singing
in sad monotone the awful secrets Of the its almost
freezing gales that traversed thousands Of miles OF
the Atlantic its solemn quiet and the great sense Of relief
from the noisy and troublesome world behind you Out
Of the world you indeed; but for there sad
memory that hinges us to the past, and brings most
painful recOlecons Here sight Of her native land,
after Of exile the gifted and noble Countess
DOssoh argaret Fuller full OF JOY in the hope of meet
ing dear fendsher sole child in her aud here the
cruel and remOrseless swallowed up mother and
daughter and left vacuum In the intellectual force OF
the country less painful than that at the domestic
hearths whose fires bright to welcome the ustri-
GUS author
Go down to the sea- Leave the din and dust for day.
no more Anteus renewed his exhausted strength by
mere contact with Mother Earth you may expand your
narrowing lungs and send the blood bounding through
your veins by halfday's trip TO the Away from
rumsaloons and monte-players. away from the land
sharks who herd near our borders down to Babylon
and Islip and PatchOgue-snug old hamlets where the
Devil has not yet settled; among quaint oldfashoned
people, who know nothing OF the shameless
tricks Of watering-place swindlDg, who will treat
you fairly and be glad TO do You the small favors that
smooth the rough paths Of life The reader may sus
pect that we have been there, and we have
We dropped down the South Side Railroad the other day
as far as being the present terminus
II was O charming rde-that is charming railroad
ride can be- We about fast Dexter trots but
behind Dexter those hard and level roads
bear thinking Of At Babylon and Isp many OF
dropped ond wended toward the notable
Fire Island We kept far Patchogue. We say
nothing of the destruction made Of the yellowbeed
perch the lake Of the havoc of fresh vegetables on
the tables Ii enough to say that with the pleasant
ride OF 81 miles, the first sight Of the queer old villages Of
Suffolk County the grand inspiration Of the glorious ocean,
the foods of new life brought by the landward breeze
we returned actually wearied out with pleasure
For short trip and reasonably cheap one can do
better than this and interesting route Starting
at a. m on Saturday. for instance, you may have two
days and nights the Bay Shore at Fire Island and
be on hand for work on Monday afternoon. Try It.