New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1878-07-04

citizen and poet lies in the closed coffin there-and
this is his funeral solemn, impressive, simple
soene TO spirit and senses. The remarkable gather
ing of gray heads, oelebnties-the finely rendered
anthem and other music--the church, dim even now
at approaching noon, in its light from the mellow
stained windows-the pronounced eulogy on the
bard who loved Nature so fondy. and sung so well
her shows aud accommodating with these appIo-
pirate we!i-knOwn lines:
gazed upon the glOriOus sky,
And the green mountains round,
And thought tnat when came 10 lie
AT rest within the ground,
Twere pleasant that IN tiowery June,
When brooks send up cheerful tune,
Aud groves a cheerful sound,
The sections hand my grave 10 make,
The rich green mountain tufI shouu Dreak'
EVENING, SAME DAY.
A pleasant hour at the reception and tea Of young
Watson Glider and Mrs. g.. everything charming
and informal met Modjeska. the actress, Wyatt
Eaton. the artist, Miss Jenny Glider, and Charles
De Kay. and had Oif-hand talks.
UP THE HUDSON.
Supdqp 16M-Steamboat jaunt in the Plymouth
Rock up the river to West Point, to Mr.. and Mrs.
John Bigelow's hospitable house to dinner Three
hours spent in the good old way, sitting, eating and
drinking sauntering around, chatting DC. The
grounds wonderful fine, high situation secluded
enough, yet expanded most picturesque-rlveI, SKY,
wood and mountain views.
We came down on the same boat, through stiff
breeze latter part Of the afternoon. The kindness
both ND and down on the boat, of Mr.. Jarrett Mr..
Russell, Commodore Tooker, and the Captain and
Pilot-real gentlemanly, brotherly, old-fashiOned
hearty kindness-was not the least part OF the
pleasure of this trip.
THE RIVER IN JUNE.
,JitRe 2Oh-Another jaunt up the Hudson, this
time in the afternoon on the Mary Powell. Enjoyed
everything beyond precedent. The delicious tender
summer day. just cool enough, just warm enough
the constantly changing but ever beautiful pano-
rama on both sides of the riyeT-(went up near a
hundred miles-the high straight walls OF the stony
Paisades-beautiful YOnkers, and beautiful Irving
ton-the neverending hills, mostly in rounded lines,
swathed with verdure,-the distant turns, IKE
great shoulders in blue veilsthe frequent gray and
brown of the taIl-rising rocks-thc gstening river
itself now narrowing, now eXpandlng-the WhIte
sails of the many slOoDs yaehts,&c some near some
in the distance-the rapid succession of handsome
villages and cities Jour boat is a swift traveller and
makes few stops)-the Accomplishments West
Point. and indeed all along-the costly and often
turreted mansions forever showing in some CHEEKY
light color. through the woOds-make up the scene,
and my trip.
PEACE, HAPPINESS AND RASPBERRIEs.
June 21.-Ilere am on the west bank Of the
Hudson, so miles north Of New York. near Esopns,
at the handsome, roomy, Observation-Disclosures
bowerd cottage of John Burroughs and Mrs. b.
finding myself, Ito use slang phrase of the young
fellows years ago) {" as happy as the law allows"
The place the perfect June days and nights. leanmg
toward crisp and cool the hospitality of j. and Mrs.
b. the air the fruit, Especially my fayOrite dish,
currants and raspberries mixed, sugared, fresh and
ripe from the bushes-I pick 'em myselfl-the room
occupy at night, the perfect bed, the window giving
an ample view Of the Hudson and the opposite
shores. so wonderful toward sunset, and the
rolling music OF the r. II. trains, far over there-the
peaceful rest-the early Venus-heralded dawn-the
1imitless splash of SUNRISE the light and warmth
indeseribably glorious, in which, sOon rs the sun
is well up) ! have capital rubbing and rasplng
with the fesh-brush-wIth an extra scOur on the
back by Al: j., who is here with us-all inspiritng
my invalid frame with new life, for the day. Then,
after some whiffs of morning air, the delicious
coffee of Mrs b. with the cream, straw berries and
other things, for breakfast
A SPECIMEN TRAMP FAMILY OUT OF THOUSANDS.
.Jupe 22-This afternoon we went out ~. b., AL.
and II on quite a drive around the country The
scenery the perpetual stone fences, tsOme old EEL
lows dark-spOtted with ichensl-the many fine
locusttrees-tho runs Of brawling water often over
descents of rock-these and lots else with them,
do me so much good Il is lucky the roads are
rs-rato here las they arch for il is up or down hill
everywhere and sometimes steep enough b. has a
tip-top horse, strong young, and both gentle and
fast There is a great deal of waste land and hills
on the liver edge of Ulster County. with wonder
full luxuriance of wild flowers and bushes-and II
seems 90 me l never saw such vital growth OF
trees-eloquent hemoeks, plenty of loeusts and fine
naples. aud the balm Of Gilead, giving out aroma.
In the fields and along the rOadsides unusual crops
of the tall-stemmed wild daisy, white milk and
yellow as gold.
We passed laany tramps, sinply or in couples-one
sysad, family in n nckety b5e-hOrse wagon, with
som. baskets evidently theis sork aud trade.-the
man seated on low beard, IN front. driving-the
gaantish woman by his side with a baby well
bundled in her arms its little red feet and lower
lees sticking ont right towards we passed
and in the hddle OF baskets and meagre "plunder"
I'm the wal on behind, two Tor three crouch
Ing little children. Ii was a queer taking, rather
sad picture. II bad been alone and on foot. |
should have stopped and held long c0nfab. But on
our return nearly two hours atterward, we
found tbem a ways further along the same
road, m q lonesome open spot. hauid aside, un-
hite1d. and evidently going to camp there
for the slght. The freed horse was not far
OF. quietly cropping the grass. The man was
busy at the wagon, the boy had gstherd some dry
wood, and was making fre-and as we went o
little further met the woman afoot. I could not
see her face Id its great sun-bOnnet but her figure
and gait told misery, terror, deutitution. She had
tine rag-bundled, half-staryed infant still in her
arms and in her hands carried two OF three baskets
which she had evidently taken to the next house
for SALE A little barefoot fYe-year old grlchild.
with fne eyes. trotted behind her. olutehing her
gown. We stopped, asking about the baskets, one