The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1872-06-24

superstition. perhaps It is simply the customary
practice OF Kegs under similar circumstances, but
the introduction OF the spgot In each case resulted
In floods OF beer squirting recklessly forth among
the waiting crowds that encircled the bar. or the
scenes OF the voyage 1t Is scarcely necessary to say
much, for there can be no New Yorker so dead to
every patriotic impulse as to have failed to
make himself familiar with the Hudson, the blufis
OF purple woodland, the long line OF the Palisades,
the smiling forms the winding current OF the river,
the lazy looking soops-these we all know by heart,
although we love them better every time we gaze
upon them again. Let IL be taken for granted that
our American Rhine received Its usual need Of adj
mlring homage from the voyagers In the Sleepy
Many O. the landed At Iona
just long enough Sns oomors s
last summons OF the bell. The voyage home was
perhaps the best part OF the trip Everybody was
could make h AND the boat
.'made" its landings with the punctuality OF sun
dial, reaching Thirtyiourth street ut halfpast SIX
to the minute. To all who wish pleasant Sunday
"outng," these weekly trips OF the Sleepy Hollow
offer, 1t can easily be imagined, unusual attractions
Coney Island.
The steamers General Sedgwick and Antelope,
from New York. and the Eliza Hancock, from
Newark, were running upon these routes yester-
day. On board OF them were a very respectable
and orderly lot OF persons, who preferred a sea
breeze to the cad atmosphere In town. There
was plenty OF "chair' on board the steamers but no
quarres or excitement. When the boats reached
their landings everybody wendell their way to the
beach, stripped and attlred themselves In bathing
habiliments. A pretter set OF girls were seldom
collected upon any strand, and, though bathing
dresses are by no means becoming, the girls APP
peared as sweet syrenS OF the sea-their lowing
mar causing them to resemble mermaidS. the
sands were hot To the feet, for the golden shot
down his burning rays; but every one was happy,
and everything was peaccabe. About seven thou
sand persons visited Coney Island yesterday. The
three-card- monte players were on deck as usual It
do not send pOce to the beach to put stop to the
fraudulent practices OF pack of New York gamblers
and their associates
''Say, young fcer," remarked one OF the ropers-
In, who occupied a dilapidated wagon and who
CHANGED to see the reporter making a note Of Ger;
aglnst them fellers; we must all make Twin, an II
yer do yer' get head put on yer. shure pop"
The reporter acquainted this benign and well-diS-
posed gentleman with the fact that he had a lew
friends with him and was perfectly willing to take
any chances then In the future.
There fine breeze from the nOrthward ana
westward yesterday, and the sparkling SURF rolled
in spendOr up the silvery strand. The water was
sequently everyb body, his wife and family or sweet
heart succeeded in spending very pleasant day.
Rockawny.
There was fun yesterday at that seaside resort
which the poet immortalized when he wrote those
pretty lines about "old Long Islands sea-
grit Shore" The trains conveyed large
number of excursfonsts, and these ANAL
gamated with the guests who make
months The breeze sent the surf booming up tho
beach, and several white-winged yachts fitted
airily past enhancing thereby the pleasure of the
picnickers. The lurid rays ofthe brilliant sun shone
down upon the clear, white sand, and caused the
daintly turned ankles of the ladies who peram-
bulated there to ache acutely Rockaway, how
ever, always has a select set of visitors. and the
way they passed their time yesterday was pleasant
to witness. Harmony lollity and the clerk Of the
CONNIE IL 6Iat, and succeeded admirably.