The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1878-07-21
THE BtY OF BOHEMIA.
rur In the Wave. and on the Waves
a, n Retreat on the Sound.


J. ~, them one day on the northern shore OF
@wsn"rJ set it round with flne old pines and |
ue1,.ts mmhled her crisp waves upon the |
\ N'u,', and invited the players to rest there.
. ,.,hmont Manor has a fine ringing sound |
~, romantic comedy, L thlnk inc name
~, ,belr attention. Somehow. number OF |
..,aees sprang NY on the green slope ihey
bad ycrandas. wide. inviting doors. |
g'mmo.ks wcro always swinging in the salt |
,,ecze between the trees.
r.r,es there were mono. only greon sward
A,J,ved by tho trees. and quaint wooden
',.,,tnrss whose awnings always huttered.
Te,srything green and crisp. ending in sill
~, lands where tho lip OF tho sea curled pleas
,,,lv and in grccn-gray rocks braided win
.eawecd
,nvhine more delicious than this trimming
a., the cove always pouring Its iodine and
t's,hor,sccnce 1t the feet Of the trees cannot
:, tnnd on the long coast. Within stones
49, M itcamc a bevy Of biz soulcd iders and big
,rbcd women. who took possession OF the cot
,ca hidden in the cvcrgrecns, and who pro-
s'edel 10 make the gladcs vocal with merri-
rert. and 20 renew the Grecian pictures Of tho
.sa by chasing new lines OF beauty and motion
=, the silver disk Of the bay.
s,eompletely shut out from the world il tho
| Any that YOU never suspect its existence UNI
,... Won get out of the New Haven cars and pick
,,nr vay south TIL you sniff the salt air and
4 ,ome suddenly upon the land-locked harbor iso-
s,el there. Not hotel within mile. Not even
| is,ernihle from the highway Of the Sound. be-
ause little peninsula Of scora. that the grand
/ IA scene painter has been coloring every sea-
/ .,n for a century with a wet brush, throws its
| arms across the entrance.
/ V4,hlng but the white ticket Of acquaintance
l hp will admit you behind the scenes here.
l Free list entirely suspended Is written In the
s,cluslyeness OF all the approaches. But once
inside the charmed circle, you breathe the eS-
l llaraton Of the Hood tide. A constant x irgle
/ q Soprano runs through the grove. 1t is Be-
/ ismia by the Sea. There are no correspond
sl,s sitting on the rocks trying to translate the
/ slrele into gossip. To reporters there Is no
/ aorouchfare The All Sins who wash the dirty
/ linen Of thc profession in public do not know OF
/ he place. Here group Of choice and noble
/ 7lgabonds take of their mNsks. and. safe from
/ cit. al inspection, play the part Of children.
Tho SEA washes all the paint of their faces
and clcanses their hearts Of the sham Of the
| Eroic-son. Lines OF business disappear. The
tny call 10y is the breathing morn,
/ nd the play has no other curtain than the
/ nisis that come. gray and phantom like. out OF
| tie sea with midnight and wrap the whole Of
| them in moist. cool dreams.
A DAY spent here is indeed like n midsummer
| nights dream. The airy phan,asmaeoria drifts
| by on lazy hours. weaving itself into multiform
shapes brilliant in color and cvanescent in
meaning. You are back on the enchanted
! ground Of long ago when youth saw everything
1 through a morning light The FURNISHED bay
| las set its mutitudinous laughter 10 some
/ uvonie chords. and softened all the realities
/ with haze. You look through the gateway and
here the ghosty steamers glide. Now and then
l white wings alight at the gray grccn rocks.
CHEEKY voices call in to tho spritos In the bay.
1.-THE dream is not too deep you will recognize
he voice Of Charley Stevenson on his own
deck. II the haze is not too deep or too bright
! Jou may see dmly the veteran form Of Wallack
surrounded by his marine family or ii may b,
l Poucicault who calls. II the dream DO deep you
will not be able to tell whether the guardian
brm above Charley's deck il a sea gull OF
i louise. And you will never make out If the vet
aan Walack In tarpauin standing there SC
robly at the helm and looking into tho future
Expects 10 see q ship or ship sea.
The sweet uncertainty Of everything Is only
Intensified by the pictures thot chase each other
over the bay. You will never discntangle the
/ ,,ai r., a.. ,,,'.o.I An ,ho "IoI,htr a.,
/ nults" Of Keats will come back to you. Whit,
arms will swing in the moonlight. Broad. hand
/ some faces will pecp over the waves at you
/ voluptuous forms will dart across tho wake o
/ LIGHT. You Twill sink into a sea dream. and. Iii,
music. the illusion will take hold you. and vol
will be- content TO believe that the sprites ar,
/ horn Of the water. like its own wreaths and pun
| Of tinted vapor. Then you will discover sud
| denly that one OF the faces is that Of james
Lewis. and Thetis herself you have seen he
l fore standing in the glare Of the gaslight. Tn
biggest Triton Of all turns out 10 be none othe
than Geofry Delamayn. and Ariel reads TIL
srS on the rocks like a prosaic manager.
PERHAPS nothing will so puzzle tho dazc
brain Of YOU as Mrs. Geoffry Delamayn. VIII
carries out the contrariety Of dreams by mixinI
vtilth moonlight Of this Illusion the stanch
est. hrayest. and most buxom womanhood tina
evor blossed tho apo ~ weak.baokel and weak
ra.ko1 woman
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Us r'n' steps almost wei WIN 'He iH'Vi''h
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