Yet there were summer resorts, and they were patronized by the best and most prominent citizens of the country.

The springs at Saratoga had already been discovered, and there were many New Yorkers who made the then long and arduous trip.
But nearer at hand was the "Beach at Rockaway," sung by the military poet, George P.Morris, and Coney Island.

At the latter resort conditions were primitive.

Unheard were the blaring of bands, and the raucous cry of the "Hot-Dog man," and the riot and roar of the rabble.
Mr.Blinker, of O.Henry's "Brick Dust Row," could not then have seen his vision and found his light.

For there was no mass of vulgarians wallowing in gross joys to be recognized as his brothers seeking the ideal.