New-York tribune., 1871-08-30

VI again. you can choose quite the other oour,e ove
the riVer along tho beaches through fine farming con,
ry at nrst tall the salt smell Of the ocean AZ Ua,,
beats BACK the breath Of the newnown hay and At
Little Boars Head begins Unequaed stretch o, s,o
ylews the foam tossing in the long, brown reef, b
Tsles OF Shoals sleeping like changeless oIoud. - ~
horizon, and the wide field OF the open .ea in ~, -.
OF blue and silver lying beside the highway IN, -.
I'LL you arc sheltered IN the homeke and perfectv L,
Fsagut House Of Rye. with its green fields and s,o
touching the very margin In the mean timo there ara
seasides nearer home than that. for Newburyport IL
place OF beacbes 1t ia only half hour TO sa,sburz
sands-barren and blazing ssnds-where excellent hath
Ing Is 10 be had, with splendid sea- whose ipn,en
surf Of foaming breakers extends eight mles IN TIA
coast to the rocks OF Hampton river.mouh. whle vo,
can make that distance at the low tide over N firm
floor that the horses feet scarcely pant their mp<nt o,
the wet sand couple OF miles from the town
too on the hither side Of the river, lles Plsto
Island, whose sandhls only half bound down by their
netting Of Wild smilaK and plum bushes. blown by
every gale into ali manner OF fantastic dunea and
where, though the soft shore binders walking there "a
wonderful outlook upon sunset and moonrl,e. same
times the remnant OF wreck lending tragic element
to the scene for the young people the music and dancing
or whose party make the ian behind And for tho
rest, "a II all this were too LITTLE thore s the Mrrmick
with it clear mountain born waters, whose channel the
sca swings about that residents the banks can re
member an Old fort which, without moving has stood
on both sides Of the river Here the great Of thu
estuary, two or three miles wide, OF infinite beauty
never twice the same, lonely and lovely IN
the cool OF the morning. covered with color
at sunset. the lighthouse lamps sparkling far
oil on the purple twilight the warm Iandbre. -
blowing from the lighted town at night and shaking
the sail that flaps in the shadow the black wharyes
you make in full OF conflicting currents the tide run
ming mp In the stream whom IL running down on thu
Flats as they are caled-tracts OF alwlys submarged
that give such deer and stca tnts 10 tho
water them as there are In those waves out o.
whose green hollows Pages Venus swam-and here all
sorts OF pleasure craft Ter sail from the tiny aoat
OF the gunner to the Joppacha-e with rs single sheet
the twomasted whaleboa that knows the pers Of deep
life, and the trim and tidy yacht. boat always
to be had, with a skipper who knows every buoy the
river, and whose talk II you encourage II, will initiate
you into the wild and fearful romance Of the lives Of ths
fishing people; and rs you drift along In dehghru
isolation you dream the day away a. hzly a. any
OF the wanderers in those Islands OF the Bs-t that
nobody but Myrza ever saw. II you are 7portdman,
there are trout for you here and there in
the brooks; but the rivers swarm with sea
fish You can troll for the striped hiss
and the bluefsh your travis for holsters, while
will not say that such small fry tomcois and FOUNDERS
and porgies come round the boat and feed from your
hand but at any they have this year swan ashore
and died by thousands in the reeds and II you b't'cr
relish other game, n your Dag Win poFcr ahd
teal and yellow-legs and peep . H. 40,
which IL not at the command ~ the summer ~ HeW
buryport-whose trumpet am blowing as tnouIl u nn
not keep gded angel one or s splfes ioi no olhr
purpose And almost regret having begun % 'e.i you
the half lest the place presently lose ~ cel'ei ch
and the guet which eighteen churches lYe DahKs ahd
grammar high and free schools without number 10 h,t
anywise disturb be broken Jy the strangers ~ oA b'