THE TRIBU N L

General Notions.
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The following passages are from the cop'ous
,cos.i, with Readers and Correspondents of the
x,nkerbOeker Magazine for August;


There is to us, says CHRISTOPHER NORTH in
R,.cxwoop, more Of touching palhos, heart
,brllinJ expression, in somc of The old psalm
times, fee!ingly displayed, than in whole batch
ii modcrnisms. The strains go home, and the
,fanntsns of the great deep arc broken up;' the
,reat deep OF unfaihomable feeling, that lies far,
E, be!ow the surface of the world. hardened
heart The truth Of this remark will be &C
Lnow.cdgcd by all who hare any feeling; thing
r-;,b which certain Of our modern church chors-
ter. are apparently unsupplied. Even when
nrssln or hymn, TO which timehonorcd time
has been set, is read by the minister, ten TO one
that il is not murdered in the singing by being
married to some numbering combination OF sounds,
whose only merit perhaps is, that 1t affords the
loader or his female assistant an opportunity to
1solay their own sweet voices IN solitary exc
crtion.' We shared the aversion visible upon
,be counenanccs of very many at the Church of
the Messiah few Sabbath evenings since, when
,he leader, in executing The beautiful hymn,
while THEE l seek, Protecting Power etc.
changed the noble original tune to one which
had not note of genuine music in Ii, but Which
tdapged it's slow length along conveying no
enoyment except the feeling of relief with which
lbe congregation used to welcome It's cl ose. To
,let well enough alone is good maxim in musl-
csl matters as in any other. Our reforming
church chorsters may rest assured, that SO far as
regards old psalm tunea, their auditors seek no
ahsnpc, and least of all such change as they
would give them.'


The experience and opinions of ninety-nine
persons out of hundred, could they be honestly
expressed, touching the small ocean watering
places in the vicinity of great cities, would be
found to coincide with those of our friend Mr.
CHAwl s YELLowPLusH,' at Boong Sir Mere,'
as he terms Boulogne: In the morning, before
brekfust, we walked on the beach, purvlded with
long sliding opra glasses, called tailow.s scoops
With them VIC gsamincd very attentively the
often, the sea. weed, the pcbbis, the dead cats,
and the valves, like little children playing leap
frog, which came tumblink over one another on
the shoar 1t seem'd to me as ii they were
scramblipk to get there, as well they might, be-
Ing sick of the sea, and anxious for the blessid
peasabe terry frmy. After breakfast down we
went ag'n, and putt.-l' our tallow-scoops again In
our eyes, we igsamined a little more the oilon.
pebbls, dead cats, and so on and this lasted NIL





time lasted till mex day, when cum brekfnst, and
dinner, and tailow-scooplng, as before Not
such the accompaniments. nor such the routine,
at Nahant; not such at Newport, Rhode Island !;
and better than all, not such at Long Branch,
which we had the great pleasure recently to visit
for the first time. At no point on the Atlantic
Coast is there more sublime prospect of the
great and wide sea- Compared with all the
oher ocean views that we have ever seen, it &c
like the vast panorama commanded from tbs
summit of the Kaatskils, contrasted with the
limited landscapes which open upon the eye OF
The traveller as he begins the mountain ascent
The long, straight line Of sward, level as a
house. floor, green as meadow, and extending
for m,es; the abrupt bank, dropping twenty-five
or thirty feet from the edge Of the lawn, sheer
down to the hard sand of the beach; the parti-
colored e1panse, so entirely different from all
other ocean aspects that one encounters on our
coast the overriding, ever.sounding surf; all
these unite to make Long. Branch unparalleled
in its external attractions. There is the spot
for lsndsman to feel that the Sea is indeed the
throne of the INVISIBLE Very precious to us
were the thoughts which swelled for u.terance,
as we sat alone under green arbor, upon the
very edge of the bank and called to mind the
line lines of the Bard Of Hopc:'


EARTH hos not plain


So boundless beautiful MS thine


The eagles vision cannot take u in:


The igbtnings wing. too weak to sweep It's space,


Sinks half way oer It like wenred bird:


j Is the mirror of the stars. where all


Their hosts within the tl.maInent,