The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1875-09-22

us who has for ten years haunted the lovely
banks of Lake George. We went the other day
see his latest work The Sa arr III Ina
beauty that We doubted whether any artist could
/ disengage distinctly from he throng of charming
impressions q single one for reproduction: When
| we stood before Mr.. Moore's picture we doubted
| no longer. He had caught and kept the soft
roseate tint of the sunset sky the light Clouds
| too showed the tainted bush flushing their
feecy folds Black Mountain forgot to be
sombre and the quiet lake ret cted in its shining
depths every bit Of beauty that eky or cloud or
| tree-crowned mountain called their own. 1t was
| wonderfully painted.
The little island, fair as the tabled islands OF
the best bore each their crowd Of graceful trees;
one or two eagles, mere specks, but eagles still
scared toward the heights and in the whole pic
ture there seemed an atmosphere that one might
breathe, it was real. l learned last evening
| that Col Tom Scott had bought the painting,
| carrying home with him such tangible fraction
Of Lake George that he may at any time easily
imagine himself here, and Tom Scott never buys
an article that is not richly worth its price,
whether railway iron or picture. Another
charming picture was moonlight sketch.
One needs to dip the brush in moonbeams to
paint moonlight perfectly, but Mr.. Moore has
Certainly succeeded in that effort. stood by
him when he made his mental notes of the scene.
We we're sailing down the lake just under the
shadow of Black Mountain, Tongue Mountain
stretched away on our left; threatening clouds
styling the shadows in the lake, now and then
utterly obscunng he bright moon holding her
way serenely through the starry shoals beyond.
go, look !" said Mr.. Moore under his breath.
did look. black canopy hung over the
mountain crest with only the barest edge
Of brightness, but that tiny edge made a line of
living light at the mountains base while farther
on, flashing out of the darkness, the lurid flames
Of a bonfire streamed up in fantastic fashion,
making p broad red glow.
Wall 7 have that picf1ra bIpo in
own private and particular gallery, and Mr.. Bax-
ter, of Brooklyn, had the good taste to buy Mr..
Moore's truthful rendering of the same scene.
When my ship comes in I'll order duplicate. 1
do wish it might be signaled soon, for there are
several sketches taken this summer which will
develop into finished work that I shall covet
sorely.
THE REGULATION PILGIMAGEs ON LAND
are to Prospect Mountain, Bolton and Warrens-
burg. The mountain drive is a little tedious, and
slightly rough in spots, but nothing alarming
anywhere, while it constantly gives you the pref
test peeps into the secret places Of the hills.
Once at the Summit House you will forget every
bit Of fatigue and be sure that not even M, SEES
had SO fair view from Pisgah's height as that
lying before your enchanted vision. Range on
range the Andirondacks stretch away to the
north; the Green Mountains of Vermont uplift
their crowding peaks, fading away into dimest
distance, clothed in the loveliest blue; then
coming back nearer and nearer, there lies at your
feet Lake George.
You can see it for many miles, realizing its
shape and varied scenery as never before, while
all around you camp the lesser hills. What's
the use? You must see it for yourself can
only give you the merest hint.
The other drives each charming in their
way. One scarcely knows which to choose, SO
we usually take them in turn.
One great attraction of Lake George to people
OF moderate incomes is the freedom from the ex-
cessive dem ands of fashion. People come here
to really enjoy themselves; to be systematically
lazy; to snatch at real rest and absolute indepen
dence. We ride, or row, or walk or loaf in any
costume which is most convenient, and we dance
in the evenings, keeping time, to be sure, but
executing many figures which are not taught by
professors.
THE HARVEST HOME FESTIVAL
was yesterday inaug urated most succ assfllly by
the English Rector Of the Ep scopal Church. In
the evening the rural population did the dancing.
1t was too funny for anything rude or not, we |
absolutely screamed with laughter. One woman
danced as if she had swallowed ramrod, and her |
bows in Les Lanciers were agonizing then there |
was little fat body in black who bobbed round |
in inexpressible fashion, reaching for h. partner |
in a dreadfully aggressive way, and another dam
sci whose eXertlOns were incessant.
She was never still a minute but IL the women |
we're funny the men were much more droll. 0
dear! my sides ache now from the laugh had |
when one luckless youth hopeIessly bewildered !,
IN the grand chain was seized by his disguised |
partner and pushed headlong from one side of
the set to the other. Bishop Doane and his
amily were present. laughing at the fun as
heartily as anybody, while Col. Scott, with char
lcteristic generosity, gave the parson hundred |
lollar bill as his contribution.
All, well the season is over now /; we shall set |
our faces southwark next week, but we shall be
,ure to come again next summer, for Lake
George is by far the most enchanting resting
place we know. SANS SoUcI.