One of the features of Saratoga. There is a row of carriages at the sheds--a select party is dining upon those choice trout, black bass and young woodcock. The game dinners are good, the prices are high, and the fried potatoes are noted all over the world. They have never been successfully imitated. Are done up in papers and sold like confectionery. The gayly dressed ladies indulge in beatific expressives as they feast upon them. [Illustration: DINING ROOM GRAND UNION.] A capital story is told of Moon, the proprietor--indeed, he tells it "himself." A few months after one of his "seasons" had closed he chanced to be in Boston, where he hired a horse and buggy to drive out to Chelsea. When he returned and called for his bill, the livery stable keeper charged him about six times the usual price; and when an explanation of such an extraordinary charge was demanded, replied, "Mr. Moon. I presume you do not recognize me, but _last summer I took dinner at your Lake House_." "Say not another word about it, my good fellow," responded Moon in his turn, "here is your money." Mr. Moon always has something nice _expressly for you_. When his liability to loss in so doing is considered, his prices will not appear so exorbitant. Those who with Prior, "Charmed with rural beauty Chase fleeting pleasure through the maze of life," will be pleased with Saratoga Lake. It has nine miles of length and two miles and a half of breadth. Many and varied scenes of interest and grandeur occur within this broad range of water and shore. The whole lake is replete with quiet and gentle beauty, striking the beholder rather with admiration than astonishment. Boating and sailing may be enjoyed upon its waters, and a small steamer, plying from point to point, is at the command of pleasure parties. Formerly an abundance of trout was found here, and shad and herring were among the annual visitors; but the lake is now filled with the black or Oswego bass, pickerel, muscalonge and perch. [Illustration: SARATOGA LAKE.] But Saratoga Lake is not wholly devoted to the sportsman, or to the frivolities of fashionable butterflies. The beautiful and familiar hymn commencing-- "From whence doth this union arise, That hatred is conquer'd by love? It fastens our souls in such ties, That nature and time can't remove," was composed and sang first, upon the placid waters of this lake, by Dr. Baldwin, of Boston, and a party of clerical friends. That charming author, N.P. Willis, relates in his own charming style the following tradition of Saratoga Lake: