Effect of the war upon Yankee watering places
--The New York Herald, not long ago, announced that the war had played sad havoc with the fashionable watering places.
Poverty and destitution were described as reigning there supreme.
This we regard as one good effect of the war, and we have the satisfaction of believing that Southern patronages with drawn from those pestilential spots forever.
We find in the New York Day Book the following interesting letter from Newport
If there is a spot on the face of the earth to which Goldsmith
's description of a "Deserted Village" will apply, you may set it down to be the once famous sea side resort, Newport
I have wandered through is sandy, grass grown streets, sauntered along the corridors of its empty hotels, strolled upon its magnificent beach, with no bathers; I have weaned myself in beholding its complete desolation, in every respect unlike that which has heretofore made it the queen of ocean watering places.
Not half the hotels have been opened, and those which have, have done a losing business. "The season" has come, but the visitors have not. Of the eighty and upwards of fine villas and cottages, built upon speculation, for summer rent, to Southerners, I could not learn that a single one was occupied.
Even the "Boston
princes," who are supposed to own a habitation down here, have gone through the solstice in town, regaling themselves with a stroll about the Boston
"frog pond" and the big elm as a matter of necessity and economy.
Those free-hearted Southerners who, in times past, have made not only Newport
, but our other watering places, popular and profitable, have not come on. Those people, who, if you believe the howling fanatics, could not be driven out of the Union
, have concluded to give Abolition New England
a wide berth, and the "skin-a-six pence" Yankees find it a very uncomfortable one to lie alone in, I assure you, Mr.
Day-Book, they have got the blockade
in the most aggravated form at Newport
, and the contagion seems to have spread to every other place of resort.
Only think of setting down at the Tremont, in Boston
, to a regular dinner, with just eleven persons, all told, and the hotel register showing only five arrivals for the previous day!
I will stop with the facts and leave you to make your own comments; but as the poor actor summed up his benefit, you can set New England
watering places down to a beggarly account of empty boxes.