The comet. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1877-1882, 1879-09-06
SUMMER WANDERINGS.
A Glance at Long Rran, h.

A Glance AT Long Bransh.
New YORK, Aug. 3, 1879.
To tho Editor of The Comet:
Although the summer is drawing to
close, the rush to the delightful places o
resort is not much lessened, and we con
cluded to take trip by ocean to the cele
brated Long Branch. A more charming
little journey cannot be imagined than this.
| The fine steamer
PLYMOUTH ROCK
runs twice day from New York to Long
Branch, for the exceeding small fare OF
fifty cents for the round trip-the distance
down and back over fifty miles. No wonder
the steamer puffs and looks proud with its
flags of every nation floating in the breeze,
as it carries loads of tired citizens to one
of the most beautiful and fashionable re-
sorts of America. The river and the harbor
never looked more beautiful than the day
we took our sail, and the magnificent
steamers going out to foreign ports, laden
with our broad lands richest stores, seemed
to give us friendly nod as we passed rap
idly passed by. Not less interesting either
were the homeward bound vessels just en-
tering the narrows as we went out. Al last
ON THE BROAD OLD OCEAN
a cool and soothing breeze famed our faces,
and the salt air gave us new strenth after
the tramp on the hot stone pavements of
the city. Not ripple scarcely on the water,
not person sea sick, nothing to mar the
happiness of the travellers. The steamer
seems the only thing in hurry, and we
arrive all too soon at our journeys end.
And what do we find? A rest for the
weary? Hardly Such sight! We thought
such resorts were for rest, but
FASHION SITS AS QUEEN,
and all the elite are before us on their grand
afternoon parade. Let us wait till the
funernal passes, as the old lady said on
Broadway-but the funeral is too long, it
"don't pass" and the aristocratic policeman
in his fine uniform helps us over the street
between the numerous eqmpages 80 mag
nlfcont in their appearance, their occupants
being like all other humanity the world
over either "beautiful as poets DREAM"
young gay and dashing,
"FAIR, FAT AND FORTY"
or old, ugly and miserable looking, as the
case may be. One long street on the sea-
shore, in front of elegant hotels and pri-
vate residences, seems to be the main part
of the town, and we spent no time hunting
the "back streets" The crowds, we thought, |
must be all at Coney Isla nd while we were
'ojourning there, but there seems to be
more here, and of course a moro select and |
high toned" crowd, if one can judge from |
he display of fine dresses, horses, and all I
The other things that index wealth The |
is just the same here as at other
places enough for all-and oh, how |
mail and insignificant even the largest men
ook in this vast ocean. No wonder peoN |
pie drown it only is a mystery, as we look |
lown on the bathers, that more do not ac-
swim or float or dive into eter-
lity.
1t would take weeks to describe INFINITELY
IL we saw. Any one who has been there
noNs how it is, and those who have not,
ave before them untold pleasures if they
gish to see human nature in all its phases.
THE IRON PIER
'e will mention, it being like broad street
itself built out over the ocean, and there
le visitors sit or promenade to their hearts
Ontent. The day being very warm, there
ere more than ever at the Branch, and it
as really tiresome to watch the crowds. A
roup of little girls, playing croquet on a
nelly cut lawn i'll front of one of the hotels,
,emed one of the most quiet set of people
,ound, and reminded one of what it might
Q if the rush were left out, To enjoy a
lmmer OF quiet 10y the sea shore one must
1oid the fashionable places, and select a |
tired spot further down the coast, or on {
le rugged shores of Maine, where
OLD OCEAN
'ars and dashes and tears against the rocks, 5
lly to grow more wild few miles away :
l the same coast, and sweep gently over t
10 golden sands near Old Orchard or Rye i
each.
Well, the steamer whistles, and we must !
turn to the big city only to commence our t
avels anew some future day, and with the
orious Hudson before us, as our next e
urney, we will say good bye till we get n
II fill of its beauties, which calls to mind h
e events which history and fiction have )
nded down to us. DELTA.
No wonder Bronze John didn't re-
Al !