New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1871-07-19


number of people who leave the city every
Saturday and Sunday for the different
watering places on this coast. Every train
and steamer leaving on those days are
crowded-nay, packed full; and each Of
the towns on the lake shore from Bay St
Louis to Pascagoula, receives its hundreds
| of visitors.
/ took the 230 train on Saturday, which
first consisted of two cars, but these being
soon filled to overfowing, another was
added, and still the crowd was too great for
anything like comfort, dozens of gentlemen
being unable to find seats, yet preferring to
stand up until they reached Bay st. Louis
to being left behind. We got along briskly,
and il there had been a reasonable supply
of water for the passengers to drink, /
would have said delightfully."-. AS it was,
considerable discomfort was exhibited and
the ladies and children, to say nothing of
the gentlemen, suffered severely from thirst
| before the boy that passes the water around
| deigned to show himself; and when he did,
his conduct was quite exasperating. His
impertinence finally nearly cost him trip
| headforemost into the Rigolets, fate from
which Mr.. Bailey, the very polite and gen
| tlemanly conductor, with difficulty saved
| him.
At 5:26 precisely l debarked from the
cars at Pass Christian station, and, leaving
all my cares behind me, followed the por-
| ter to this delightful establishment, where
the warmest of welcome is always ex-
| tended to the pleasure-seeker from the
Crescent City. l found goodly company
already assembled there, and what, with
those who came over on the cars, and the
additions made by the steamer, which ar
rived an hour or so later, the house soon
appeared crowded with gay young folks,
who came to attend the weekly hop. The
appearance of fOreign-looking gentleman
with bundle of music under his arm gave
the signal for the dance, and ere many
minutes had flown, dozens of couple were
on the floor whirling in the may waltz.
am not much given to telling tales out
of school; but to forget the names of the
owners of some of the bright eyes / saw
that evening, and not to place upon record
the fact that they elected my admiration
would be criminal. There was the bewitch-
ing and graceful Miss D., sister of the bride
whose nuptials was so lately the chief
theme of conversation among the fashion
ables at the Pass and of which the sprightly
correspondent of the Bay St. Louis Gazette
says:
The startled and interested observer, daz-
zled by the vision of flowers, light and ele-
CANT attire of the bride and her maids. might
have marked close similarity to the late
marriage in the royal family of England.
Indeed, had the Princess Louise, who
short time ago united her destiny to that of
the Marquis OF LOrne, by some magical
transition, been present. she would have
been struck with the remarkable likeness 10
her own marriage celebration.
! did not see the bride, but if she is as
lovely as her charming sister, no wonder
that she carried into captivity the heart of
the Reich man of Pass Christian. Then
there was that stately beauty Miss R,
in whom nature has united so many charms
in both mind and person that one is lost in
the choice which to most admire-the
sprightly sallies of her wit or the glances of
her dark and flashing eyes. And the ac-
complished and elegant lady of the mansion
herself was no mean rival for her more
youthful guests, and more than one of the
most distinguished of the gentlemen were
seen to hover with pertinacity around that
part of the room where she held court, and
eagerly We'd with each other in rivalry as
to who should be honored with her hand
for the next dance. All ! but / can not pro-
ceed. 1t is easier to love than to tell of it.
1t was only after having had my morning
dip in the lake that recovered from the in
toxication of that hop.
Speaking of my morning dip, | will add
en- paSsant, that the bathing here is now
very fine, as the tides come in full and the
water as salt as in midocean. 1t is truly
delightful thing to swim out far into the
lake and allow yourself to float lazily with
the tide while breathing the pure air from
the sea and listening to the murmurs of the
great deep. If | could remember the words
/ would here repeat Byron's celebrated lines
about the ocean; but as do not, they may
pass. Perhaps will have better luck some
other time, when it will be easy enough to
ring them in.)
VIII you have fish story? Well here
goes. Billy S. had long sworn to catch
silver fish. He had laid over the whole
deck of fishermen around here and Missis-
sippi City for several years. Catching green
trout, speckled trout, Spanish mackerel,
pompano and other small fry, afforded him
no more pleasure. He wanted to crow his
piscatorial efforts by taking siver fish,
feat which had never yet been performed |
on this coast with hook and line. One day
after preparing tackle of amazing strength,
for the purpose, he stepped into
his pirogue and sailed forth upon the lake, |
alone, but fearing nothing. He would con-
1uer or die. His craft was staunch, his |
tackle strong, his whisky keg full and his |
matches dry. The rest he left to fate, |
trusting that st. Izaak would protect him.
For six days his friends mourned his alb |
,ence Where could he be! they asked, for
he was last seen quietly angling in Back |
,ay At last he again appeared among
men, but evidently had tale to tell which |
vas replete with hairbreadth, 'scapes. On
,eing questioned, he stated that on the day
le started out, while fishing along leisurely |
oward favorite spot in the bay, the line
which he always had hung out baited for
liver fish suddenly gave evidence of having
,een seized by something Of extraordinary |.
,ower, for the boat was drawn through the
l.
hat he had at last hooked the much de-