Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-08-24

These she gives you, and following you to the high stone wall she opens the gate and smiles you n cheery farewell. fAdios, '" she murmurs and you carry away a pie ture in your memory of that straight,
 graceful figure with the Andalusian face
 and dreamy inscrutable eyes, standing
 alone under the Gold of Ophir rose tree. From old to New.
 Del Monte, with all its glory, elbows old
 Monterey. It is but short walk from
 this leaf torn from the past to this eIn-
 bodiment of nineteenth century beauty,
 culture and luxury. Imagine a park of 126 acres sloping to the ocean, filled with
 royal pines and tropical palms. To the tops of many of the loftiest trees climbs
 and winds the English ivy, making in ef | feet huge towering obelisks of the sleek, | shining leafed vine. Then throw in all | the rare Towering plants of countries south of the equator-of South America and the Cape of Good Hope, of Australia, of all | the faraway countries and islands under | the Southern Cross-add an inextricable i maze of roses, geraniums, fuchsias, helio- | trope, pansies, trees and shrubs from every
 state ill the Union, fountains, lakes, bow | CTS velvet lawns and sweeping walks and
 drives-even then the imagination cannot | conceive the perfection of Del Monte. I shall say nothing of the beautiful hotel save that it is the cleanest place on | earth, which surely is a passport to favor. | Never was--there q moro dazZlingly i'm | maculate building. Architecturally it is | not the peer of the Coronado, but its situ- ation in the heart of this exquisite garden l was surely the inspiration of a poet or | artist. Thero is a delightful clubhouse | close by upon whose broad piazZas one may sit, and, with no straining of the l.; syN&
 some magnificent English country seat.
 The profusion of ivy, the carefully kept
 lawns, the grand old oaks, conspire to
 make the illusion perfect
 Never was there spot so suited to a | honeymoon! Young man, go west! A Fine Drive.
 | But the attractions par excellence of Del | Monte are the F mile drive through this park; the adjoining forests; the world 1 famous cypress groves, where in these | sombcr, mysterious, wide spreading trees ] you behold according to scientists, the old l est trees on the globe next to the ccdars of | Lebanon; along the beach where the surf plays the muddest and merriest of pranks | over the piles of loosely heaped up rocks;
 on the vory edge of lofty cliffs lashed by
 the furious and noisy ocean; through the | quaint Chinese fishing villages where the almond eyed people offer shells, seaweed
 and sea urchins for sale; past the great
 rocks where hundreds of seals slumber and bark ill turn past open fields dotted | with pretty cottages; through canyons as | winding as labyrinth. Ever sound the boom of the surf and the signing of the | pincs Flowers, flowers in all directions. | Trees meet above you. Tho air, this | wonderful, this languOrOus, carcssing, so-
 ductivo air, woocs you. It is enough to be ! alive.
 It is all over too soon. Down the white
 road toward tho blue bay you go. Far, | vague and dim the mountains swim.
 Wonder lies that enchanted garden of Del | Monte. Far away gleam the terraces and | houses of Santa Cruz, and on that emerald
 hill yondCr, near the crumbling fortifica-
 tions of the old presidio, rises the noble
 monument erected by Mrs. Leland Stan
 ford to the memory of Father Junipero 1 Serra. Clear and white it glitterS in the
 rays of the July noontide sun, beacon,
 a worthy symbol, of the glorious, the his | toric past
 And thus in this lovely Mediterranean
 region of the great west tho old and the
 new are mingled. Associations and mem
 orics arc intwined with the influences and
 environments of today. In old Monterey
 and in new Del Monte tho past and the present. have met and havo kissed each
 other. EDITH SESSIONS TUPPER.