The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1874-05-04

sion viii not be without its value in impre0-
ing on the mind of the American art student
that if he desires to establish solid and last
ing reputation he must make himself as COM
pletely master. of his profession in all it,
branches as does the European sculptor.
Where Shall We Go 1or the summers
Although winter fingered in the lap ofspring
it win not be long before the growing hest
will admonish our summer tourists to be on the
wing. Some of them are already on the way
to Europe and others are engaging their quar-
ters at the great seaside resorts and popular
watering places. For these we have no words
of counsel, since most Of them know what
they are doing and can form pretty accurate
idea in advance of the discomforts they viii
be compelled to endure. But there ia largo
class of tourists, that is to say, tourists in .
small way, who are asking themselves and
each other where they shall go the coming
summer. The answer we should give them,
collectively and in detail, would be to 60 any
where except where the guide books tell them
to 90. Summer travel acquires o new zest
from being out OF the beaten track, and al
most at our very doors, in the great States Of
West Virginia, Pennsylvania and New York.
are regions, as yet unexplored by tourists,
which have charms unexcelled by the pleasures
of the Adirondacks and the Saranac.
Every railroad going West from New York
leads to magnificent fields of enjoyment for
the traveller. Persons of boating proclivities
will find the lake region in this State deli
cious Nothing can be more delightful for
instance, than summer rambles in the radii
of which Cooperstown is the centre. Other
towns, too numerous to mention in detail, are
almost equally inviting as bases Of operations.
The Wyoming Valley, in Pennsylvania, is
sweeter than q painted landscape. Those
who like to study almost unknown or little
understood forms of domestic life could not
do better than to settle down for summer
among very queer people, the Pennsylvania
Dutch" say at Ephrata, in Lancaster
county. The valley of the Juniata, once the
home of the wild-eyed Indian maiden, bright
Alfarata, has many curious hooks and cor
ners. The old Bedford Springs, where Mr..
Buchanan and his cronies made their summer
full stopping place for people who know how
to walk on their own legs or to ride on plough
horses. trip from this point through
the mountains to Berkeley Springs, in West
Virginia, would be found better remedy for
weakened faculties than any blood purifier in
the market At the latter point-an immense
bowl scooped out of the everlasting hills
-.ok hkc:~n
counsel from ''Porte Crayon," who has done
more with pen and pencil to preserve the
quaint life Of Old Virginia in oaae-beAum days
than any other American has done tor any other
part Of the country. And finally q courageous
party might go through the historic val
the Berkeley to the Greenbrier White Sulphur
Springs, visiting Monticello and the Natural
Bridge on the way, providing, of course. that
dress coats, gloves and white cravats should
be sent by express to the White Sulphur. that
the summer campaign might end in o dance
with the Southern bellies who gather at that
famous resort. Any one of these suggestions
could not fail to result in q wealth of pleasure
and accumulated energy.
Why should we all tread in the beaten
tracks of the multitude when seeking health
ard pleasure? Even the hay of the White
Mountains, when there happens to be any hay
there, smells of the city Cannot some of us,
holder than the rest, adopt Sidney Smiths
suggestion and get at least twelve miles from
lemon? The Orange hills and the Palisades
ore better than no hills at all; but why rush
to Mount Washington or the Adirondacks every
year when the Alleghanies say to u.s. in un-
mistakable language, that they are indeed the
backbone of the Continent2 Did the reader
ever hear of the Conedogwinet and the Kishi-
coquillas, which are born in the Kittatinny
range? There is. profusion of natural
scenery all through the belt of the coal
regions, anthracite and bltuminous, bounded
by what we call the Blue Mountains and
the Alleghanies, and extending all the way
from the Catskills on the Hudson to the infant
volcano in North Carolina, waiting for city
eyes to look upon it, and city eyes cannot do
better than to find it out.
The Spirit OF the Pulpit.
Spring came yesterday with late but well
come sunshine, and our clergymen show the
life and brightness of the season in their
sermons. Rev. DR.. Robinson, well known to