Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1873-06-12

breeZes,- without chill or breath
to be found, as here, just now, and the
cool, devices evenings, safe even for in
Yalids,. until midnight. Have you labor
to perform? there is health and vigor in
every breath during the day, and match
less influences for the sweetest sleep at
night. Have you leisure happy boon!
Then on every hand rare blessings of ma.
ture are waiting. to fill your stomach,
eyes and ears with good things, and
your soul with great impressions, and
make you give thanks for even a
short stay on fair earth, blessed with
even so short season of perfect glad
ness. If of sporting turn, take our
advice, and fishing excursion up the
river, eighteen miles to Great Falls,
where-but we. won't try to mention
Great Falls, The evirons of Washing
ton appeal directly to lovers of the RIB
bons. Three miles in any direction
brings you upon highlands which would
pass for mountains anywhere. but in
sight of such promontories as CamePs
Hump and Mansfield. A gallop over
the dwelling grounds of .Bladensburg,
or out to Arlington, or Oakhill,. is recog-
nized as properly exquisite, but in fact
is no more nor less enjoyable than in
hundreds of other directions. You can
loiter about Observation-Disclosures runs
to parks-in the shade of the primeval
forest trees, so dense as to reveal hard
ly a square inch of the blue sky over
head, and to afford protection from oc-
casional showers when they do occur.
But the chief end of idle life in Wash
ington is to take a boat and cross the
eastern branch, bearing down the east
ern shore, rounding the point below the
Insane Asylum, where high banks and
heavy woods throws their protecting sha-
dows far out. Wild fruits are plenty,
and babbling springs and shaded bowers,
speak of the land sung by poets.
Geesboro Point is just below the
bay, a place noted. through the war
as 'sGov'm't Corall," but the old bones
are washed away and it's memories are
not very troublesome. A free bath is
In order if your company is unmixed; in
short, perfect freedom reigns. But,
alas. like the song of the syren, it often
lures too far. Here fellow will range
about and drink in natures sweets to the
last minute, and then start for home,
wishing that he was already there. He
enters his boat and his first discovery is,
that the tide is going out. He pulls Wig
orouslv for awhile and stops to take
-I,1 hot ApC fSN,,
seems to be going the other way. He
pulls until nearly exhausted and then
looking at his watch finds it dinner time,
and occasional scuds of dust rising over
the city, away in the distance. He lays
to the oras with something akin to des-
peration and observes that they have
taken to slipping in the locks, and other
wise conspiring with circumstances against
him. He finally gets back to the before
mentioned point. Here. he discovers
that he has been padding in the lee of
the high bluff and on rounding the point
he cOnfronts strong Worcester, just
cool and eXhilerating on shore, but, oh,
dear. as it sucks. down that river. He
is already played out, but it is no use
He is on the wrong shore with two miles
of wind, tide, loose rOW-locks and vague
apprehenSions, to say nothing of waves
and ''white caps, against him. he
wishes he was Sin his little bed" or, in
Jail, for that matter, anywhere bat just
there. He takes a drink of ram water, a
long breath, and sails out. If he reaches
the Washington shore he will find a
crowd of boatment and canal boys ENJOY
ING his fun, and dinner time two hours
ahead of him. OF such as don't reach
the shore ask the fishes
Such as survive this sport, proceed
home, thoughtfuHy, forgetting to tell all
their experiences, and their boarding
mistress will kindly patch up their hands
with court-plaster and send up bottles of
arnica and things, and the next day, as
he moves about with careful decWum,
he will wonder what in time people go
down the river for. But for such as tire
Of driving and have been down the river
once, society in town has made ample
provision society is fertile in eXpedi-
ents Just now it is the
STRAWBERRY FESTIVAL.
An enterprising reporter has announc-
ed over seventy as occurring on certain
evenings of last week. Festivals are
probably much the same the world over.
A festival TO the ordinary wash
ingtonian government clerk is like
a boat ride = a thing not to be re
peated until the. sore spots are healed,
which, with the former, is not tin after
the next pay day Two classes can
stand through the festival seasons: bank
ers, because when they geti they can pay
their way out and newspaper men, be
-because-well, they generally
have cheek, but little or nothing of in
trinsic value to lose. X