Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1877-08-14
LETTER FROM EMERALD BAY.
HOLIDAYS COTTAGE, Emerald Bay,
Lake Tahoe, August 9, 1877.

Is born and handled, and measled ana teethed
and vaccinated and mumped and fetched up
to manhood, and so on and so on-say he was
brought into light and learning and morality
and romance and all that, away off in Maine,
by what method Of an imaginative calculus
OF ratiocination might he, could he or would
he see himself, all alone at night in such a
place as I'm in now, as much solitaire ian
Emerald solitaire), as Robinson Crusoe or the
Man in the Moon2 am Sailor Jacks guest
Il and the boys-and Jack has gone to
Yanks on some sort of business, and so here
am /, under the shadow Of these tall cliffs, be-
side these gentle waters, mine ears greeted
With the sound OF laughing brooklets, the boys
asleep in a soft bed, yonder, and the blessed
dogs, Lulu and Major, nestled down for the
night. suspect that l feel something TO
nautical and Of a misunderstanding turn;
but have let myself be laughed out Of it.
By whom, do you supposed By nobody less
able to do that good turn than our mutual
and very welcome friend, William Mskepeace
Thackeray These hermit.like cabins are rare
places for the accumulation OF old stock
books. Providing round among Jacks store
of readables, find his shelves duly stocked
with these familiar, beetle black books sent
out by a lavish government, entitled Message
and Documents, State Dept, 10, also Pat
ent Office Reports, a copy OF Walkers Dict
ionary, Mason's tract Oh Self knowledge IRE
ligious), Fred. Law Olmsteads American
Farmer in England, None's Complete Epitome
of Practical Navigation (London Edition),
and-a volume of Thackeray's writings, in
Guiding The Shabby Genteel Story and The
Professor-'P Professor Dandolo." If it is
funny that one should fetch up in such al
odd, out OF the world nook as this, how
equslly funny it is to meet Thackeray here
and have him talk just as he has in libraries
and clubs and parlors all the world around
this almost or quite half a century, could
not help contrasting my surroundings with
the scene OF the Professors first introduction
to the reader-the Young Ladies' School in
Hackney, London. Mark the title on the
brass door plate:
'BULGAR1A HOUSE.
SEMINARY FOR YOUNG LADIES FROM THREE TO
TWENTY.
By THE MISSES PIDGE.
please wipe your shoes.V
say I couldn't help contrasting my snug
but sequestered lodging place with this estab-
Enlistment where one must wipe his shoes
before entering in. I have said that suspect
myself of something Of a sentimental turn;
and | have acknowledged that the genial satl
list has laughed it out of me. Hear him as
lie describes the predicament OF love stricken
Adeliza Grampus: "Love Love how ingen- |
Gus thou art! thou canst make ladder of a
ilken thread, or weapon of a stray; thou |
,eerest like sunlight into dungeon; thou |
calest, like forlorn hope, castle wall |!
he keep is taken the foeman has fed -
he banner of love floats triumphantly over
he corpses OF the slain" / must confess that |
re the briny tears of sympathy had gathered |
Z my eyes at the reading of these touching
mes, was fortunately attracted to a note at
he foot of the page which punctures the ris-
az OUUDlo VI PdLuo1 tAOsHAseI az -oIlo"S.
We cannot explain this last passage; but it
so beautiful that the reader will pardon the
mission of sense, which the author certainly
ould have put it in if be had liked. This
worth finding all alone, under the moaning
ines, amt itl
| took passage this morning at Yank wharf
18th Martin Silva-as thourough boatman
nd as honest man as ever found his way
ON the sweet Western Islands into the heart
this new land. We ran over in an hour or
little more and were greeted by Jacks
uickly- hoisted American flag, and then by
" hearty friend Jack, himself, who came
own to the little wharf to meet US Oh
ow lovely this place is by the early morning
ght Oh, indeed, how lovely it is in all its
ooks and paths and vistas at any and every
Ioment. And oh what dauber the clever
1t painter that ever touched brush is and
ways will be in the face of this gorgeous
lage, SO impossible Of imitation. One
ears of the despair Of artists. Here, in /
ese trails, among the lovely vines and ferns
I'd grasses here under speckled shadows
ID dancing CLEANS of golden sunlight; here $
here the tinted earth and many-hued hill. l
aes shame all the carpets and all the dies
i'd all the pigments ever made or devised Il
ay art confess itself baffled and her vota-
es made humble. I don't stand even