Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-08-23
A JERSEY PARADISE.
Cozy, Rural Retreat Amanda NJ. Doug
las Selects for Her Outing.
1T Is VERY EASY OF ACCESS.
All the Delights Of the Frontier Within an
Hour of New York.
THE PLEASURES THE PLACE OFFERS

DELLE'lLLE III A0OAChAhONCK,N. D.,
Aug. 19.-I know bank where"
"But I am not in search of wild thyme, /"
says the scribe, austerely. eff you know of
poppy and mandragora and the arts that make
medicine sleep, or that happy place where
there are no mountains to climb, no piano,
no band, no hops, no changing of gowns, no
clatter of walters, but only the soft silence
that heals the blows Of the too busy world,
necessarily hammering out ideas, improve
ments, discoveries, fashions"
"Come with me-" says the Queen, IT
| will show you that place. The days will
be as long as the days of your childhood,
the nights filed with enchanting slumber.
The ambitious hurrying world has not in
vaded it. For 200 years and more it has
been serenely indifferent to the march of
improvement. 1t may date back to the dis
persion at Babel, where every man went
| out to grow up with his own language and
his own country. 1t is little nook in
New jersey"
The Queen flares up. She is a true blue
Jersey woman. Her ancestors did not come
over in the Mayfower for the same reason
the Scotch woman gave for the Gordons not
being saved in the Ark-they had boat OF
their own.
PATRIOTIC TO THE CORE.
They were among the old lords, proprie-
tors OF the State; they wintered at Valley
Forge, they gave freely of their small treas
ures and their lives that their children
might have country. When you look at
the Queen you believe at once in reincarna-
tion. She has seen so much, she knows so
many things, her hair is so golden above
her smooth, young brow. She is proud of
her country and her native State.
"Good! The accent is whitening. care
we not tourist and boarder-ridden from one
end of the State to the other? From Am
boy to Cape May they bathe, promenade,
flirt and dance. You find them and their
Alpenstocks from Eagle Rock, viewing
Trinity Church and Brooklyn bridge, and
then climbing on and on. There are hills
and mountains, wildernesses for camping,
hunting and fishing. There is the beautiful
Delaware on one side, the ocean and the
Hudson on the other. There are lakes and
rivers"
1T is not to be tramp. II you can prom
Use the Sleep" says the scribe. "And it
must not be ten miles from lemon or civ
iliZation."
''It is the land where it Is always after
noon.' No one hurries, there is plenty of
time No one worries, there Is nothing
worth worrying about. People go on in
tetminably. they have such confirmed
habit of living"
'tBut mosquitoes"
'There are nets. In countries where
there are no mosquitoes and no nets the flies
awake you at in the morning. Indeed,
like eternal justice, they never Sleep"
"Arise, let us 60"
ON THE WAY TO PARADISE.
Belleville is not difficult of access, even
if it is primitive. We alight at Essex, the
northern end. A fine young colored man
and brother with mixed Italian and Hebrew
features and confessedIy Indian blood, looks
after the luggage. There is no hack. We
plunge into a country road with trodden
path almost lost in grassy ways. Trees
branch overhead, few shining with cher
ries and stray robins eyeing them critically.
For quick discoverer of the largest and
loveliest strawberry and the ripest side of
cherry commend me to Robin. The manner
in which he tips his head and winks at you
suggests that if you out-general him you
must rise early in the morning to 20 in
search of wisdom.
Friendly blackberry sprays reach out
cordial hands, alders with their creamy
blossoms, tangle of shrubs and oh,
thicket of wild roses hardly yet budded
pass a strip of woods, and here is the house
in the midst of a great level place, with
hills up back of us. and down below houses
enough for safety. A four-gabled house
with wide porches and vines running up to
balcony swinging out under the caves,
spacious rooms and high ceilings, house
built in the swell times before Black FRI
day, when money was no object.
AWAY FROM THE HAUNTs OF MEN.
A spacious room, matted, not over
crowded, refreshingly free from placques,
banners, scarfs and fancy needlework. An |
immense jar of flowers, fern leaves, grasses
and ends of scarlet maple that look like |
bloom itself. A country sweetness per- |
vades the air. Out of doors great beds of |
spice pinks You think of lavender and |
rosemary. There is rustling in the leaves
and the wood robins are singing their |
All, how sweet, how peaceful! We
might be miles away from the haunts of |
men.
After supper the Patriarch comes out on
the porch and smokes his pipe. We three
sit in the hammock and swing slowly. The
Patriarch is past so, hale and hearty, with
snowy beard and pink cheeks. What mar
wells he remembers! Leaving his fathers
farm in Morris county he went to New
York to learn a trade when but 16. Canal
street was skating pond in winter. Cen
tral Park was country wild. "Greenidge"
village was farms and gardens and the aris-
tocrats lived downtown. and not infre-
quently took their tea out on the front
stoop in the warm evenings The Battery
was promenade for lovers. When he
walked out to Newark to see his relatives
The ferriage and the toll over the bridges
cost him II cents Newark was primitive
own with no railroads They were fouted
md laughed at in those days. People had
1ot even learned how to burn coal.
AIR THAT MAKES ONE SLEEP.
And the lovely tranquil air! Is it ozone
,r poppy or mandragora? For we sleep
md sleep. Never were there such nights
,ut of childhood. We go downtown for
'ur letters, the primitive method of OBJ
aiming them. For even here there is
downtown. The river side was once the
part. Here are mansions from
70 to 100 years old, and quaint little base !
nent cottages, with only half story above ,,
he parlor. Here in the old Van Rensse- !
aer mansion have gathered the elite of the !
towns, 'beauty and chivelry" i
s we'll as in Byron's time. Statesmen and =
Judges, the ladies and gentleman of the !
lden formal world. Sons and daughters :
ave gone out and reared new affairs and :
ew families, and the glory has departed. r
Years ago it was turned into hotel. :
luiet elderly. people came and spent their .
ummers and drove leisurely around the =
eautiful winding ways. Its wide arching !
lately trees remain to keep it company. h
hen here just above Is the old burylng y
round with epitaphs of primitive poetry 7
nd the more modern we'll kept plots. Two
hurches of ancient lineage. front on Main 9
treet. The vines and old trees cling loving 7
= to the soil.