Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1883-08-06
The Georgia COLONY at Cape May.


1t may interest your readers to know
that the colony of forty odd GeOrgians at
this hotel, happily reinforced by Mrs.
John Romard and Mr.. and Mrs. George
Schdefer, is fairly holding its own. They
have rooms clustered together in one wing
of the Stockton, whole avenue of bath
houses, and a group of tables in the dining
room. They are sufficient unto themselves
for enjoyment, but have made many pleas
ant acquaintance outside. A cOmpli-
mentary german was given them last
night, and a handsome garden party
i'll their honor is announced for to-
morrow. In the dance, in the
bath, on the ocean or the promenade, the
ladies of the party maintain the reputa-
ton of the Empire State for lovely and ac-
c0mplished women. AS to the men, they
are usually on deck. Mr.. Henry Porter
astOnished the beach the day of our ar
rival by rushing into the surf with a rails
ed umbrella over him. He explained by
saying: "The top of my head, which is
the only part of me | can't hide under the
water, is bald-and ITS umbrella or bis
ter, with me-" Finding the umbrella
unhandy. he adopted various head
gear, ending with an immense straw
hat, tiercely cooked up in front, that
converts the elegant conservative banker
into an Italian brigand, that would be ar
rested if caught lOunging about his own
bank vaults. In this all-sufiicient rig he
swims like duck, and is at once the life
and the counsel of the party. Walter
Taylor, in emulation of Mr. POrter's bri-
gandish turn, appears for the bath every
morning with blOOd-red feet, borrowed
from his scarlet socks, but sacrifices his
buccaneering ambition by holding his
nose when he takes a breaker. Ben Hill,
under cover of an Overcoat, takes on
flesh rapidly, and thinks of entering
for the lightweight championship. He
is making choice collection of
seaside photographs that will be valuable
for reference. Professor White has de-
veloped into an old salt, and sails the boat
while the Captain collects fare. In
lovely suit of duck, cut sailor-wise, he
poses as Ben Bolt, and in his bathing
suit answers to the call of Dick Deadeye.
Beverly Wrenn, who was OmnipOtent by
rail, has laid aside his leadership for
awhile, and is heartily enjoying his first
vacation of twenty years. Henry Smith,
of Rome, appeared yesterday in what MIR.
Porter called ga she bathing-suit," haV-
ing inadvertently entered the wrong bath
house and slipped into the suit there
OutSpread. The history of his Subse-
quent adventures is now being written for
private circulation. Dickson is of course
au fait here as elsewhere, and rides the
waves like thing of life. The young
men of the party, Messrs. Rucker, Grant
and BROKER are favOrites everywhere. 1t
is reported that a charming lady offered
a Jersey calf to any one who would intro
duce Rucker to her. In short, the whole
crowd is happy. party, needing rest
more urgently and getting it more
thoroughly, never went on a summer frOlic.
As | hurry through these lines to catch
the mail, the sounds of music enter my
window. Just below me, on the platform,
perhaps half a thousand dancers are
whirling in the waltz. Above them, the
stars, clear and constant, stud the fault
less blue. Beyond, the ocean rolls in
measureless sweep, roaring on the mainsOr
whispering on the beach. A row of lamps
set along the shore shine like yellow eyes
in the mass of foam that comes heading
from the depths of the outer darkness;
mingled with the hoarse murmur Of
the ocean, come the light shouts
and laughter of the dancers, chuck
ling against its deep monotone, as
foam in the surface of the sea. 1t is
as cricket chirping amid the signing of
the trees, the clamor of moment break
ing in upon the eternal harmony. When
every voice that rises from that court to-
night, strenuous or limpid, ardent or soft,
whether the voice of a love or hate, the
lisping accents of childhood or the falter-
ing word of age-when all are stilled and
forgotten, and the window in which sit
shall have crumbled into dust and the
yellow eyes of the lamps have been blot
ted out, the voice of the ocean will still
be uplifted and its everlasting diapasOn,
throw into relief the fleeting generations.
Therefore, while we live, let us live.