The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1875-09-05
LETTER FROM LAKE GEORG E.

lake which might well be true. 1t USED 10
called Lake st. Sacrament, for the exquisi
purity of its waters Sc emed something supe
natural, and the Canadian priests used to pr
cure here all the water which, when cons
Grated, served for the sacred basins in mar
church. So fully was it believed to posses
especial sanctity that every year hogshead
were duly filed and trans mitted to Rome. :
tell the tale as it was told to me" you ma
believe as much Of it as you choose. ca
only assure you of one thing-the flood tina
is making its musical FLASHING directly DC
meath my window perpetually. reminds me
the crystal tide of the Apocalypse. do no
believe earthly sea was ever clearer.
No wonder that the same artists haunt ii
shores year after year 80 in love with its love
w illness that they never care for other places
while whole families come to spend the entir'
summer, resting utterly care-free, and enjoying
the gentle sorcery of the scenery, which steals
into their hearts so irresistibly and SO charm.
ingly It might be termed Sleepy Hollow,
for such slumber I never knew elsewhere.
Never bit of dream; that is not to be ex.
pected. Your head touches your pillow
mean, your pillow touches your head-with a
persuasive caress. Ifyou remember the agonies
of "parsing" experience you will doubtless
murmur over the too familiar lines:
"-stretch the tired limbs
And lay the weary head
On ones own dear delightful bed,
and think there's vast deal more truth than
poetry in the expression. That's the last
you'll know Of anything till the broad day
light wakens you, refreshed, buoyant and
ready for the coming hours with their pleas
ant freight 1 have been here a month.
There is very little gayety. We don't pre-
would lose caste if she chose to wear the same
toilette for a week together. The gentlemen
70 fishing in exaggerated hate. We wear
little smaller edition Of head gear, but absurd
ty large still when we row. We walk bare
headed all through the village-not an ex-
tensive promenade that-we lie on the grass
under canopies in groupings that are certain.
ly effective if not picturesque; we make a
feint of working with gay worsted, or 60
around carrying books, into which we peep
now and then. and exult all the time to feel
the delicious sense of health and life stirring
in every vein and nerve.
Now and then some public-spirited indi-
yidual charters the funny little Dol, a small
steam vixen, which goes splitting and sputter.
ing round among the islands. A jolly party
eagerly accepts the invitations given. Nice
dresses are not allowable; shabby gloves are
"the thing" and we all go fishing Dear
ladies, did You ever assist at catching big
fish? I mean one who was really game, one
that it was q triumph to bring home. We
were all demurely holding our hand lines,
watching for expected bites the other day,
when q smothered exclamation made us all
forget individual interests. Mr.. Price-a New
Yorker was out on the tiny deck with
famous rod. "Walter has q big bass, said
Walters wife, (she's beauty. by the way
asd her dark eyes were fairly flashing as she
spoke.
the 1.-the tip bent and sprung, once the fish
leaped from the water, trying the pole severe
ly. and "Walter" set his teeth; but in a
second the scaly customer was racing along
Just beneath the surface with desparing
energy. Poor fellow, it did seem a shame to
take the life for which he struggled SO brave
"! II must have been fully ten minutes that
we watched him, and then the doctor from
Philadelphia gently dipped an open net be-
meath the prize and put him down at our feet,
while we all drew long breath of relief. We
fished till the gathering shadows spoiled our
sport Then song and story, and laugh and
- sandwiches went round; certain signal
guns were fired in the shape of champagne
Corks and ten o clock found rs "Home Again,
Qaily singing that forlornest melody with
variations, inspired at the moment.
OUR MOONLIGHT EXCURSION
was the event to be always remembered You
don't begin to know the enchantment of Lake
George till you have seen it by moonlight.
I'm too old for nonsense dear friends; so
mean what say. MIR. Crosby, of Crosby Side,
had chartered the largest steam er on the lake,
provided for his own guests and sent gen.
erous invitation to our hotel. There were
threatening clouds over part Of the sky, but
the "oldest inhabitant" declared they only
threatened, 80 we started.
The band from GIen's Falls were supposed
to furnish music. Heaven forgive them the
blasphemy upon that divine art which they
perpetrated now and then. / think Mozart
would have gone stark, staring mad; but
they, dear souls, pulled away as serenely as
if we enjoyed il. One clarionet had the
asthma frightfully; another was horribly out
of tune; the trombonist was in low spirits,
and his notes we're lower yet; while I'll never
forgive the man with the fife, who took dia-
bolical delight in squealipg away till wished
! was deaf.
But, dear friends, we did have music that
deserved the name after little, when Mrs. |
Gulager gave us some of her delicious sing |
ing. If you desire to know how well she |
sings, 90 to St. Thomas Church, on Fifth |
Avenue, the next time you are in New York,
for she has enchanted people there for five
years. That night in the moonlight while we
coasted along under Block mountain she gave |
us Shepherds song with its exquisite echoes,
some English ballads and then rollicking |
medley which made US all add chorus Of
laughter.
Dear Mr.. Editor, let q woman for once say
of another woman some pleasant things. Mrs.
Gulager has been with us for many weeks.
She must leave US soon, and she carries away
with her the affectionate admiration of every
one who knows her.
Almost every evening she has sung for us,
seeming delighted to oblige at our