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ARTHUR GUITERMANN
BALLADS OF OLD NEW YORK THE LAUGHING MUSE THE MIRTHFUL LYRE

HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORE
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The author acknowledges with thanks the
courtesy of the editors of LiUi Everybody's

Magazine, Harper's Magazine, the

New York Times, the Youth's Companion, Woman's Home Companion, House and Garden, the New York World, McClure's Magazine and the New York Tribune in granting permission to reprint many
lyrics in this collection.

of the ballads and

Ballads of Old

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Copyright. 1920, by Harper & Brothera Printed in the United States of America Published February, 1920

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DEDICATION
Looking westward from my window I catch a glimpse of the old mansion in which Washington Irving once lived and wrote; a few blocks to the southward is the tomb where Peter Stujrvesant lies buried; and but a little farther to the north and west stands the house in which Theodore Roosevelt was born. Below, among the green trees of Stuyvesant Park, shoals of children are playing, children of many races, types of those with whom, in a large measure, lies the future of this city that I love. Here on the borders of the great East Side, where Past and Future meet, is the proper place to be martialing the varied traditions of New York and its neighborhood, piecing together colorful stories of the Past for those who are to inherit the Future. Yet these are but a few of a host of such legends. For, as under the tons of steel and stone with which we have seen fit to burden our lovely Island of Manhattan, silently flow hidden streams such as the Old Wreck Brook and Minetta Water streams once sparkling in the sunlight and alive with bright-sided trout, though now dark and forgotten ^likewise beneath the stern and heavy masonry of Modernity ripple many silver rivulets of Old Romance. And so these rambling tales of the hardy founders of a great commonwealth are dedicated to all who, like those true men of earlier days, shall believe in clean living, hard working, and good fighting; yet more especially are they dedicated to the valiant and happy memory of those three good NewYorkers ^Peter Stuyvesant, Washington Irving, and Theodore Roosevelt.

The Stuyvesant Bouwerie
June, jgiQ

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— — — Rambsut"Van Dam Interlude— Eight Oars and ^^ How Pearl Street Was Paved Interlude —An Old Road The Lord of the Dunderberg / Interlude —^Thunder-storm
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of Maiden Lane IfiTERLUDE—A Song in June The Rattle-watch of New Amsterdam Interlude Minetta Water Sleepy Hollow Interlude ^A Springtime Pilgrimage A Scandal in New Amsterdam Interlude Kissing Bridge

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3j a ^ -J Trial in New Amsterdam Interlude On the Harlem William the Testy Interlude The Road The Pirate's Spuke Interlude Storm Signals A Deal in Real Estate Interlude Possession Wizard's Well Interlude Hallowe'en Charm — 89 — 94 96 loi 103 / — — — BoRGER Joris's Hammer Interlude — Lilt in ^A iii 112 117 118 .. 164 165 . — — — Tubby Hook Interlude —^The House Zenger the Printer Interlude —^The River — 'OLLY Cortelyou 143 149 151 159 160 . 125 126 Fall 133 The Change of Flags 134 ENGLISH COLONIAL PERIOD Interlude City Hall Park The Storm Ship Interlude Off Fire Island The Thank-offering Interlude Saxon Harvest Health of Blazes . . . 193 199 .. 170 172 Buttermilk Channel Interlude ^A City Garden Bowling Green 176 178 183 185 REVOLUTIONARY PERIOD ^Mary Murray Interlude —Uncle of Murray Hill Sam to John Bull .. . ?.

237 240 243 . . 245 252 Fraunces' Tavern 257 MISCELLANEOUS The Palisades Interlude Palisades Devil's Stepping-stones —Under the 261 . 208 210 215 . 217 222 223 228 230 . The ( 265 267 272 —A Sea Charm Interlude — Dreamer Dutchman's Quirk Interlude —New York The "Clermont" Interlude—Great Is Diana Interlude Montgomery's Return ' ^A 274 278 279 287 288 of the Man292 nahattoes! The Hall of Fame Epilogue ^The Book Line — 294 299 . .PAGE Haarlem Heights Interlude—The Blockhouse in the Park The Storming of Stony Point Interlude Old Trinity The Fate of the Hessian Interlude ^The Inn: An Old Epitaph ^^he Dyckman House 201 — — Interlude—Our Colonel A Raid of the Neutral Ground Interlude —Washington in Wall Street Fort Tyron Interlude — Decatur's Toast The Ballad of John Paul Jones Interlude —^The Old Constitution . .

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FULL MANY A DRAUGHT." . . Steel to the steel of the Grenadiers! "Up! bully boys of the Nepperhan! Gather! ye troopers. they swarmed to the crested height.ILLUSTRATIONS FACE And ever they puffed as they pondered." Kissing Bridge 8l 87 121 Light as wind-blown thistle-down Up the woodland path she sped Mary Murray of Murray Hill Laughing. 19s 213 233 . 4S 6i LAW. THEIR PERCEPTIONS. . grim and rough. And dined on the oysters To CLEAR 35 Wild was the laughter that quaking men Heard through the night from the Goblin Glen The Rattle-Watch of New Amsterdam "Then such a commotion you never saw! Vrouw Anneke vowed she would have the . and QUAFFED.

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homely legends from musty books. Quaint. "True lovers of tales of sprites. Quoth'a. o' nights.VOORREDE {Prologue) Steendam the Poet (whom Cuddled his fiddle all men know) and poised the bow. Goblins and phantoms that walk Battles and pirates and pleasant nooks. Hear! for I carol in lilting rhymes Rollicking lays of the Good Old Times!" .

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south and north that the broad channel of the river that Hudson entered New York Bay. steering westward for the shores of the New After a long coasting again. Five months earlier the Half Moon had from Amsterdam to search for a passage to India by the northeast. World. but. Hoping now bears [5] . trip. 1609.HUDSON'S VOYAGE " A VERY good land to fall with and a pleasant ^^*' land to see. baffled by headwinds and the ice and cold of Nova Zembla and the consequent dissensions her experienced navigator. Master Henry Hudson. had changed her course about." Thus wrote Mate Robert Juet broken islands and in description of the region of rocky hills bordering the deep harbor into which the Half Moon plowed sailed her way on the 3d of September. among his crew.

he returned to report his momentous discoveries. [6] .his name might prove to be the long-sought pas- sage to the Orient. seeing that the search was fruitless. he followed the stream beyond the present site of Albany. then.

through till the fogs that held us long. we hailed the coastal ranges of the world call they the New! [7] .HUDSON'S VOYAGE 'Through the ice of Nova Zembla. for a passage to the portals of 'And we Till sailed o'er seas uncharted. and we and bore away filled Ever Westward Cathay. rolling black and green and blue. We had sought the Northeast fairway a head- wind blowing strong Bade us swing the kicking rudder.

And they brought us pipes of copper. mellow grapes. and yellow grain. And we shaped our voyage Northward harbors of Cathay. 'There we moored our vessel safely from the swirling autumn tides. yet they beckoned toward the Pole. So we heaved the Half Moon's anchor and we got her under way. When Though I questioned them for tidings of our much-desired goal.— — And we saw our lee fall a wooded headland rising boldly on 'Twas a goodly land to land to see with and a pleasant Where an ocean channel broadened to a encompassed bay. hill- And I deemed it was the highroad to the treas- ures of Cathay. As they marveled at her hugeness of our friend- ship they were fain. And the Red Men in their shallops came and stroked her salty sides. their savage tongue I knew not. tor the [8] .

my trusties! for the spirit will We must be it find the golden passage. craft With a seaman's single heart and courage. [9] . 'Twas the River of the Mountains. cliffs of Skirting sunlit fields that billowed to the shores of inland seas. "So. And the brackish water sweetened —and we knew our quest was vain. Till their crests of the channel shoaled and narrowed in a reach of highland plain. And o'er yet untraversed waters lies the passage to Cathay."Fifty leagues we drew a furrow on that water- way unknown. Past the bowered outer islands. under living stone. be it East or West. where the silver salmon play. not rest. aboard again. with a and soul. Under shadowed rocky ranges with noble trees. We shall search that ocean fairway from the Tropics to the Pole.

So unmoor. when softly lap the surges. and to Cathay!" set the tiller for the sea-road [lO] . Where I heard the hum of nations in the whis- per of the shrouds. What is all the dazzling treasure that the jew- eled East may give To our new-discovered countries where the sons of men shall live! But the o£Fshore breezes freshen and the tide- rush will not stay. rose the white September clouds. While.Yet. of that broadly rolling stream. as breath of future cities. in my cabin I may dream Of the mighty mountain river.

Rocking the navies Of a hundred flags! Forests are yours. . Buoying the leafy Tribute of your fountains.HUDSON Ma-hican-ittuck! River of the Mountains. And fair embowered islands. Poured to the sea From Adirondack crags.

Take me again Within your cooling flow! Plunging. [12] . Now. crystal arms enfold me. What tales your hills have told me! Playmate and friend In days of youthful glow. I watch Your deeper waters changing Gold-lighted green To amethystine shade. In as of old. The vale where Irving lies. My heart in yours Beats warm and unafraid. golden-waved. Deep-breasted stream. Curve grandly down Your goblin-haunted Highlands. Your boundless bosom ranging.Cities are yours Whose towers touch the skies. Strong-armed and free. Lave.

ever quick to recognize true resemblances. the wooded spaces on and near the Island of Manhattan are beautified with innumerable clusters of quaint little white- and-yellow blossoms known to the schoolmen as Dicentra cucullaria.DUTCHMAN'S BREECHES TUST after the starry flowers of the hepatica have appeared among the dead leaves. call them "Dutch- [13] . but the children. yet before the violets have come.

in part.man's breeches." That this is name is not due to a this tale mere chance resemblance shown by of the founding of a great city which will be found. Bowling Green of that first is believed to have been the scene great land purchase with which the true history of New York properly begins. confirmed in the chronicles of the immortal Diedrich Knickerbocker. [14] .

DUTCHMAN'S BREECHES A 'TwAS May-Day Legend in the of Mannahatta lilacs month when bloom. when bluebirds throng. a little To Mannahatta's [IS] . When bobolink regains his song. dancing bay That laved its bows with golden spray. The dear blue skies that love our Across a dimpling. clear and cloudless. When apple-blossoms breathe perfume To call the bees. squadron bore virgin shore Full-sailed. When. archly smile isle.

Van Wycks. Nor may we yield. "Hail. Van Dycks. "This bowered isle we hold As sacred —ever blessed anew By footprints of the Manitou. Van Tienhovens. But little space We Of crave —a meager resting-place. Pelts. [i6] . Van Dorns. "In peace return!" a sachem old Began. a stately band Of woodland chieftains barred the strand. Our birthright in its hallowed soil. this store well-barbed hooks and beads galore. Right glad they leaped ashore —when lo! With threatening spear." Rejoined that man of subtle wit The wily Peter Minuit. Van And Onderdoncks and Roosevelts. Schermerhorns. Behold these keen-edged knives.A city's founders —Kips. noble chiefs! Your island's fame Hath reached the land from whence we came. and supple bow In menace bent. for blood or spoil. Van Dams. Wide leagues away.

dismayed. Until to Spuyten Duyvil's flow — A cloud of knickerbockers quite soil Obscured the from mortal [17] sight! . while the Red Men stared. stripped and laid His mystic garments. — this fragrant cask! a poor exchange we ask: The scanty plot of countryside A Dutchman's breeches serve to hide!" The chief assented with a smile (Alas! unskilled in Paleface guile!) Then. Ten Broeck. row on row. Advanced the sturdy Gert Ten Broeck Through Holland noted far and near For amplitude of nether gear And spread. loyal to his leader's look. His mighty garment on the ground! Perhaps the wonder came to pass By grace of good Saint Nicholas. But.—— These blankets and For all. amid a hush profound. Perhaps a marvelous array The Dutchman wore I cannot say. in silence.

The GJentle Goddess holds her own. Appear on clustered stems a clan Of dancing blossoms. skeptic few! Will Nature's word suffice for you? When flower-laden May stage. with van and Renew the ancient pilgrimage Where still.— And thus our cherished dwelling-place Was ransomed from the savage race. unchained by steel and stone. And all our folk. ushered in by Moving Day. Thus our isle — Again displays in every nook The garments of the great Ten Broeck. Ii8] . known to man As "Dutchman's Breeches" in the style Of Sixteen-Twenty. For proof you ask? Attend! Is Ah.

That in his frozen fastness doth enchain The Princess Daffodil.AN The APRIL ROMANCE Rain crystal spears of slantwise-driven Right gallantly assail the churlish Mold gold. of trembling 3 [19] .

" known "Bronck's but by the Indians called "Ah-qua-hung. [20] .THE LEGEND OF THE BRONX A MONG the earliest settlers north of the Haar^^ lem was Jonas Bronck." which some interpret "Place of peace" —a name title that seems to have been echoed in the early of Westchester village. "Vredeland." The old native "Land of name acquired a new disastrous significance in 1642 when the war with the Wecquaesgeek Indians was ended by the signing of a treaty of peace in the house that Jonas Bronck had built. He as chose for his plantation a goodly tract bordering the quiet stream then and thereafter Kill." or Peace. a well-to-do Danish Lutheran ^ who arrived about 1640.

[21] . Carthage.The new learned Steendam has preserved a legend of the miraculous way in which the father of the settlement was drawn to the site of his future less authentic home. a legend no and Rome. than the cher- ished tales of the founding of Thebes.

let your journeyings cease. the home of your dream. Blest of the Bounteous Giver. "I ween These pop-eyed elves [22] in bottle-green .TH£ legend of the BRONX With sword and Bible. brood and dame. Across the seas from "Are pleasant lands and But which were best fair to see. is is the Valley of Peace." "Oho!" laughed Jonas Bronck. "Bronck! Bronck! Bronck!" From "Here Yours Here the marshes and pools of the stream." quoth he. "Good sooth! on every hand. He roved among The wooded vales of Ah-qua-hung. Denmark came Stout Jonas Bronck. till to plow and And "Bronck! meetest both for manse and mill?" Bronck! Bronck!" Called the frogs from the reeds of the river.

Bronck! Bronck!" chorister Chant a myriad gnomes. to our Valley of Come Homes!" [23I . beneath the hill When summer nights are fair and still: "Bronck! "Bronck! Bronck! Bronck!" Rise the cadenced batrachian numbers. And even now. is the region of rest. "High on the shadowy Here crest Under the hemlock he slumbers.Do call my name to show the spot Predestined! —Here I cast my lot!" So there he reared his dwelling-place And built a mill. with wheel and race.

red with wrath. Had washed those erring lines away. true. [24] . The Dew. I flung the scrawl Across the walk —and lo! by day. "'Tis not! The Hermit 'Tis not!" H owlet jeered. true!" The Tree Toads piped. "True. the truest friend of all. "Rot!" So. But how woke each sportive tongue elves that little haunt the night! Though Crickets chanted.THE CRITICS The moon was up and I was young: No Of matter what I dared it to write. "Hoo! hoo!" And Gaffer Bullfrog blurted.

[25] . has been adopted in this and subsequent ballads as being that which is likely to prevail. but the popular pronunciation. the legend of the Flying Dutchman ^ of the at Tappan Zee —the broad reach of the Tarrytown— entitled to particular is as a double-barreled tract against pro- fanity and Sabbath-breaking. which is in accordance with the actual spelling. Any one who chooses river about to follow by rowboat Rambout's course from the mouth of the Spuyten Duyvil up the as far as Nyack will have (in addition an oarsman. to blistered hands) a great respect for the hero's prowess as "Zee" should really be pronounced as if spelled "Zay".RAMBOUT VAN DAM lyrOW Hudson respect this.

All dimly gleams the beacon-ray Of White Pocantico. skipper braves old Hudson now Where Nyack's headlands frown. The river sends its shores The rhythmic ruUock-clank and Of even-rolling oars. [26] drip . clear as word of human lip.RAMBOUT VAN DAM The Flying Dutchman of the Tappan Zee On Tappan Is Zee a shroud of gray heavy. dank. and low. And safely moored is every prow Of drowsy Tarrytown. No Yet.

Twitter of maidens and clack of dames. — ^yea. Buckets of treacle and good suppawn. his song! Fond of a Fonder frolic and fond of a dram. proclaims Of Tryntje Bogardus of Tarrytown. Nestles the robin and flies Ho! for the frolic at Kakiat! Merry the sport at the quilting-bee Held at the farm by the Tappan Zee! Jovial labor with quips and flings Dances with wonderful pigeonwings. rollicking Ram van Dam. Honest flirtations and rousing games. the bat.— What rower plies a reckless oar With mist on That oarsman flood and strand? evermore. Platters of savory beef and brawn. Renown. toils for And ne'er shall reach the land! Roistermg. Leave Spuyten Duyvil to roar Pull! for the current is sly and strong. Oceans of cider and beer in lakes. Mountains of crullers and honey-cakes [27] . fonder.

prettiest. I'll row Thousands of Sundays.Such entertainment should never pall! all. astounded. if need there be. bestj Danced with the drank with the Oh. Rambout van Dam took his fill of Laughed with the wittiest. Jacob. he headed south. Home o'er this ewig-vervlekte zee!" Muttering curses." Angrily. his tugging boat. in the east will the dawn be Rest from thy oars on the Sabbath Day. After him hastened Jacobus Horn: "Stay with Soon Rambout. Blustered away to us. Rambout van Dam ripped back: "Dunder en blixem! du Schobbejak! Preach to thy children! and let them know Spite of the Duyvil and thee. Snarled a "good-by" from his sullen throat. Scowled like the sky on a stormy night. with open mouth Watched him receding. when —crash on crash Volleyed the thunder! A [28] hissing flash . that enjoyment should breed annoy! Tryntje grew fickle. Rambout. possessed of a jealous sprite. till Monday morn. gray. worked with a zest. or cold or coy.

— — Smote on the river! —He looked again: Ram bout was gone from the sight of men! Old Dunderberg with grumbling roar Hath warned the But still fog to flee. In spite of wind or tide. A up and down. A sound —-and naught beside. moon is closed in Hudson's breast And lanterns gem the town. The phantom craft that may not rest Plies ever. [29] . that never-wearied oar Is heard on Tappan Zee. Until the trump of Judgment Day. 'Neath skies of blue and skies of gray.

Eight backs are bent as one. Number Two!" [30] . The hard arms The deep lungs thrill.EIGHT OARS AND A COXSWAIN Eight oars compel Our darting shell. All silver lined We leave behind Each wave of somber "Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! hue. fill. Eight oar-blades flash the sun. Stroke! Steady.

lights On Hudson's On Above and shades. give 'way! And bend the driven oars! breezes blow When With Then feather low level blades and true. But Valor "Stroke! Stroke! takes the tide. Where Spuyten Duyvil No time for play. Stroke! Stroke! slide!" Ease your forward A fair league still To old Cock Hill. Let Caution steer The shore anear.The sea-gulls go. roars. A drift of snow. The eagle swings splendid wings the Palisades. Give 'way. "Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Steady! Pull it thr-o-o-ough!'* [31I .

HOW PEARL STREET WAS PAVED ALTHOUGH •**^ a jest the statement has been is made as and generally regarded as such. [32] . thus almost miraculously created. it is nevertheless literally true that several of the old streets of New York were originally laid out by the public-spirited cows of the settlers. This street. received its first pavement and their manner likewise so happy (and economical) as to justify both the burghers of old modern successors in trusting to Providence for the furtherance of public improvements. stance of this primitive exists in An in- method of road-engineering crooked old Pearl Street. the lower part of which formed the original water-front of New Amsterdam on the in a east.

For. each morn She drowsily lowed to the drover whose horn Was blown Of sleepy at each byre. then. route that she plodded by hillock and stream Was crookedly quaint as a summer night's dream. though at the start. leading the line New Amsterdam's somnolent beyond the kine. all She sauntered with Sukey and Brindle and Away The to the Common Town Wall. She skirted the river that flows on the [33] east. where the Battery guarded the shore many cows more. Awaking from visions of clover. .HOW PEARL STREET WAS PAVED In Wouter Van Twiller's manorial pale There flourished a cow (and she flourished a In kindly communion with tail) Safe-housed. like an orderly beast.

tempted by boskage and cress of the best. and Huybertsen Mol. Till. Van Bommel. [34] . the cause of the intricate way to-day.) The streets of New Amsterdam wander Next. Van Keuren. Hans Jacobson Kol. And chose To think a committee of good men and true out the problem and put the thing through. there showed A devious pathway that wore to a road brick-fronted houses began to appear Where (And To crown this the caprice of that is "Boss" engineer. mortar. corduroy. All stout at the trencher and wise in debate. She rambled and browsed to the north or the west. the burghers decreed The street should be paved with the uttermost speed. gold. They grouped on With the road at the first flush of dawn pipes of tobacco and bowls of suppawn And dreamed of all pavings that ever were known Block. Claes Tysen. cement. Joost Smeeman. Held council portentous both early and late. trodden each morning and evening. keen for progression. and stone.— Soon.

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and quaffed. creek. And dined on the oysters abounding of yore In numberless shoals on our fortunate shore. We by experience. To clear their perceptions. foss find me an oyster. that measure twelve inches across!) A fortnight they tarried to feast and perpend.And ever they pufFed as they pondered. for the tread of a prince or an earl For. brilliant in mother-of-pearl! So "Pearl" was the name. taught The very out. full many a draught. undeniably meet. the road liad been paved. When lo! what a mountain of labor was saved. The burghers bestowed on 'Twas thus that our that marvelous street. e'en as they feasted. in bay. city's progenitors showed method of paving a road: committee to dally and doubt Appoint a And somehow the matter will work itself best So. that is the way manage the streets of the city to-day. Surveying the road from beginning to end. (The bivalves our fathers deemed worthy of praise Were For giants that mock these degenerate days. And paved With oyster-shells. [37] . or will To-day.

But now a wave of grass conceals The road that leads not anywhere. The chipmunk haunts its tumbled waUs Where roses wait the wjild-bee's kiss. And honeysuckle droops and falls clematis. church.AN OLD ROAD In days that were —no matter when — 'Twas not a weed-grown palindrome. like other roads. . Hath O'er-veil the grooves that faintly and wisps of maidenhair mark [38] The road that leads not anywhere. and fair. Its dust was ridged by many wheels to That rolled market. to Rome. Entwined with ropes of And here the nesting meadow-lark built. But led. At either end a dreamy glen.

purposeless — that leads not anywhere. Like our dear pathway. [39] . And we.Because it bore the grinding jar Of sullen wheels from year to year. Its twilight owns a softer star — stress. A sweeter silence lingers here. outworn by As truant urchins The road toil let and us fare.

Well traditional dues of tribute fitted to cope with the ruggedness of an untamed land. she also let loose a horde of old-world sprites and goblins.THE LORD OF THE DUNDERBERG \ X ^ * 7HEN the Goede Vrouw discharged upon our shores her load of hearty Dutch settlers. Hudson from the Dunderberg or commanding the perilous [40] . but jealously exacting from him and honor. elvish stowaways. peopling its glens with their hardy brood. homely Robin Gooddelighting in useful labor and were they all. fellows Honest. had followed the fortunes of to mortal fellow-countrymen the New World. These were no flimsy-winged sylphs and idling away their time slumbering in roses or danc- ing on the green. The berg. man. unknown to captheir tain or crew. Who. fairies. chieftain of the most powerful of these goblin clans was the Heer or Lord of the Dunder- His dominions extended through the High- lands of the Thunder Mountain. they spread rapidly through the valley of the Hudson. friends to all benevolent. rough sport. yet prone to mischief.

\: \^ strait of the Devil's Race. This potentate. who had hills! at his command all the gales and tempests in the recesses of the that lay snugly tucked away [41] . at the south. as the northern entrance to the enis chanted region known. Gate. to PoUopel lies in (which means "Soupladle") Island that 1 the Wind \. \ by no means of a malignant was ex- and woe betide the skipper who neglected to pay homage by lowering his flag on entering the domain of him ceedingly tenacious of his prerogatives. while disposition.

where Hudson Curving the sweep of volumed tides Round wooded islet and granite base Down Great through the rush of the Devil's Race. the malice of all is Dread is troll and sprite. Heer of the Keep of the Dunderberg! [42] . Chief of them the potent Dwerg.THE LORD OF THE DUNDERBERG Goblin and kobold and Riot and rollick and elf and gnome their make his home glides. Deep in the Highlands. is the prowess of Goblin might.

Slanting along o'er the Tappan Rack. Sidled the Geertruyd van Haagensack. he sits in his spell E'en to the Island of PoUopel. be it told. Up came the boatswain with pallid face: "Captain! we swing in the Devil's Race! [43] . Gerardus Keck Sour and headstrong. Casked in the darks of her roomy hold Gurgled the liquor of pleasant sin Rum of Jamaica and Holland's gin! Puffing his pipe on the after-deck Glowered the captain. the rugged glen. Jealous of honor of sprites and men. withhold not the homage due! Lower your peak and Strike! its flaunting flag! —to the Lord of the Thunder Crag! Gracefully rounded and broad of beam. but stout of Scorner of legends of spuke and soul. Breasting the calms of the golden stream. Ye who would sail his dominions through Scatheless. Sometimes she wobbled. troll. for.— — Mountain and River obey Brooding.

and the lightning played Viciously red through the pallid shade! Oh! how the elements howled and wailed! Oh ! how the crew of the Geertruyd quailed. like a swarm of flies. Hudson arose like a tortured snake. the thunder spake. Streamed from the Mountain a curdling mist. crowned with his steeple-hat. Grinning with mischief.Will ye not lower the orange flag Here. Rolled from the cliffs. before they wist. Foaming and heaving. Piercing the woof of that leaden veil Pelted and rattled the heavy hail. in the shade of the Thunder Crag? "Dikkop! " Durfniet Lightly I ! Bemoeial!" the captain roared. the wrath of thy Goblin Lord hold as a stoup of rum! Broom to the masthead! —and let 'em come!" Shrouding the vessel. While on the shuddering masthead sat Cross-legged. Huddling together with starting eyes! For. Lord of the Keep of the Dunderberg! [44] . in the rack. Legions of goblins in doublet and hose Gamboled and frolicked off Anthony's Nose. that potent Dwerg.

Wild was the laughter 'that quaking men Seara. Glen. through HHi wght from the Goblin. .

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the frothing tide. else "Lighten the vessel or we sink!" Over the Darting side went the precious drink! knaves ere they touched the waves.! ! — Brawled o'er the gunwale. Crept past the Island of Pollopel. before them Waving in triumph a captured flag. "Up with the cargo!" the captain cried. He of the Heights of the Thunder Crag! Gone was the tempest! Stemming With sails adroop. a current without a swell. Battered and draggled. in a revel. like swallows. Heed ye this story of goblin might Strange the adventures of barks that come Laden with cargoes of gin and rum! When the Storm Ship drives with her head to gale And the corpse-light gleams in her hollow sail [47 1 . the plundered sloop. the gleeful horde Drank to the fame of their puissant Lord Skippers that scoff when the sky is bright. Wild was the laughter that quaking men Heard through the night from the Goblin Glen Where. those goblin Caught up the casks Back to their mountains the thievish crew flew. Whirled with their booty.

—— When Cro' Nest laughs in the tempest's hem While the lightnings weave him a diadem When Storm King wrack shouts through the spumy And Bull Hill bellows the thunder back Beware of the wrath of the mighty Dwerg! Strike flag to the Lord of the Dunderberg! [48] .

Till broadening patches of azure are showing Storm-welded. The rainbow. [49] .THUNDER-STORM The smiths of the heavens are mending the weather. The cloud-pillared anvils with silvery edges Resound to the thunderous fall of the sledges. The cumulus mountains with nebulous gorges Are daisied with flame df the wind-bellowsed forges. is world that the weather mended. from Proclaims to the valley to valley extended. rain-tempered. and. Their hammers are heating the fragments together. splendidly glowing.

" or "The Maiden's Path. the romances that cluster around "T* Maegde-Padtje. The of the steep abrupt ascent of the land along Nassau Street to the southward preserves the hill memory on the crest of which stood Jan Vinge's wind- mill. while the more gradual slope to the north commemorates the Klaaver Waytie.Jl"T)f A LEGEND OF MAIDEN LANE T^O this day the narrow. or clover meadow Of all of the Jan Jansen Damen farm. were wont to wash the family and along whose wooded banks they often strolled on sum- mer evenings with the right sort of company." none [so] . devious maidens of line of Maiden * Lane whose follows the course of the lost rivulet in clear pool the New Amsterdam linen.

is of greater interest than that preserved in the family. of how he was strengthened to resist temptation. 5 rsi] . and of the good fortune that was granted him. which tell records of an old New York how the founder of the house was once in that green lane sorely tempted of the devil.

but the clover-clad hill sails Was rosy in twilight. There tramped a youth [52] in a His hands in his pockets. the deep vale that the rivulet made A gladness of shallow and tall and cascade. study profound. his eyes on the ground.— A LEGEND OF MAIDEN LANE "TwAS dusk in the dale. . the of the mill Were moving slow shadows o'er hillocks of corn And barley. down their hour to and browse. the cadence of Gabriel's horn Old Gabriel Cropsey's —proclaimed to idle rill his cows The close of When.

who smoked in his Whose coffers were brimming as Comy's were bare. poor might as well be a slave!" "Why toil till you're wrinkled With wealth all around one ? There must be a way Suppose " "Ah. the merchant. [53] . whose garments is were "The man who Groaned Corny. in the store Of Steenwyck chair. A tall. or he dreamed. ! Unheeding the herdsman's full-throated Unheeding the large-eyed reproach of the cows. whose jetty eyes gleamed Quite kindly. suppose!" purred a voice in his ear So gently that Corny scarce wondered to hear That echo. he was weary and sore With drudging long hours. unthanked. and he saw. His cloak and his doublet were sable and red. —a burgher.— Unheeding the buttercups raised for the dew. and gray. swarthy Person. halloo. The droop of the hat o'er the puckering brows. The stoop of the shoulders and head. Who dined like brave. A beaver he wore on his head. Yes. He turned. something was wrong. made it clear That something was ailing with Corny van Leer.

Besides. It fell like the waterfall bubbling below. so merry and clear oriole That bluebird and wakened. And trust me. you'll repay them again. and sang it A duo to answer the copse whence rang! It rose like a fountain that bursts through the snow. when you've made eighty guilders of ten (I'll — show you the way). swear. And yet they projected most queerly behind! "Suppose. my good lad" (ah! those accents were dear Corny. I've proved it too often to doubt The one thing that's wrongful is being found out. Suppose that you borrow a handful or so A fortnight? I he'll never know. "So" What — Hark! what a melody toned in his ear! rich. I'll And most of won by your warrant you. you had at bland I)— "Suppose. I 54] . golden laughter.— His breeches (of brimstone) seemed meagerly lined. my command A By few paltry guilders? What wealth could be made dabbling a bit in the Indian trade! look ye! Now Old Steenwyck has it silver to spare. labor.

She laughed. in moonlight They wandered together. to the Shape at his right He turned sight! —but the Tempter had vanished from Still rippling with merriment. a man and a maid. Clear-eyed and erect. [SS] . his heart swept the black fog from and his brain. home through and shade. brooding alone In gloomy despair of the somberest hue. fabled town As.'Twas thrushes and bobolinks greeting the sun That shines through the raindrops when showers are done. the meadows. too! An ocean of silver the heavens poured down On the queer. But all that was spoken the world may not know. gabled roofs of our dear. seeing a youth who was everywhere known For gladness and jollity. as who wouldn't? He'd better laugh. A It breath of the hills to the mist-clouded plain. The pathways were narrow. their voices were low. out from the dell Of hazels came Maritje Bleecker to tell How.

Yet.' You may to add. this is 'tis a maxim of cheer Preserved in the tomes of the House of Van Leer: "Of Naught is ye Duyvil soe deeply affray'd As a sweete. finish the story yourselves.And no one That's all. o'erheard but the Crickets arid Elves. wholesome Laugh from ye Hearte of a Mayde!" [S6] .

That would not be June if it There's an oriole brave as a -prince on his throne In his orange-and-black in the mulberry-tree. And they it dream as they nod to your window above were not for them. to As he flutes it a world that he if knows for his own. it "Oh.A SONG IN JUNE On a rosebush that grows in the garden you love There are three opening buds on a single green stem. would not be June were not for me!" [57] .

[58] . And But the roses unfold to the kiss of the dew! the light of it my soul not is the glance of your eye. if it And would be June were not for you.Let the oriole sing to the earth and the sky.

Among the many regulations prescribing what these guardians of the peace should and should not do was one providing that: "Whatever any of the [S9J . The police force six men who were consisted of a Ratelwacht of required to go about the city at night calling out the hour. against allowing pigs and goats to roam unrestrained through the metropolitan streets. to give the evil-intentioned due warning of their approach. against shooting game within the city limits. and as a corollary was needful to establish a police force. evidently so that sleeping citizens might to wake. against fighting with knives. The code that required enforcement included ordinances against fast driving. know it was not yet time presumably and sounding their rattles.THE RATTLE-WATCH OF NEW AMSTERDAM C VEN •*-^ in quiet New Amsterdam laws were it made to be broken. as well as regulations governing the liquor tralEc.

it shall be brought into the hands of the Captain for the benefit of the fellow-watchmen and shall be there preserved until divided around. lock-up money.Watch of the shall get from any of the prisoners." rule. doubtless as rigorously A worthy followed in those early times as to-day. present or other which those Watch shall receive by consent of the Bur- gomasters. whether fee. [60] .

I .it.

.

the tailor comes. Waving an arm like a windmill [63] sail. Bellow the hour to the sentry moon! Some honest burgher might wake too soon. merry lover of sights and sounds. with a soulful sigh. Drunk as a hero on musty ale. Sally the Watch of New Amsterdam. Come. Follow the Watch on their nightly rounds! Marching as though to the Here little StoiFel roll of drums.THE RATTLE-WATCH OF NEW AMSTERDAM "Rrr! — Rrr! — Rrr! — Rrr!" Hark to the rattle's discordant swell! "Ten is the hour and all is well!" Musket on shoulder and dirk on thigh. Wiping their lips of a parting dram. Forth from the fort. rattles the startled ear! Smite with your Let every miscreant know you're near. .

is hark ye. employ.) Good night! Good night!" "Softly! We'll capture the wicked wight! left. Rooting the road in a shameful way. to the lock-up with what remains!" "Ho. young Joris. drink. (Thank ye. on the river? That's off my beat. Never a ring in her nose.— Threat'ning our lives with his weighty goose! Bundle him "Hola! off to the calaboose! Friend Watchman!" "Well. Heer Doktor. Then. boy. yet. what's the need?" "Sailors afighting! Oh. Plainly defying the statute "Hsh! here's the Not while on duty. like a youth of brains. I say. You to the Dirck. Meddling with tars till a mad they've done. [64] . and Jan to right. come with speed! Fighting vrith knives on the Water Street!" "Down You Wait go. I don't it isn't right. —" (Glink!) captain!—No. Doktor Kierstede! Here on the highway I take my vow I find thy sow.

I behind! Ha! have we caught Little thee. 'twas understood. Wouldn't If our it stagger the budget-roll patrolmen were paid in coal! [65] . in the winter." a gallant corps Terror of caitiffs.— Pieter in front of him. and a third on thy cabbage head Thief of the Dominie's cabbage-bed!" Thus in the days that are called "of yore. or two beavers by way gift. Yea. thou varlet blind? thou thoughtest our eyes would mark Stealers of cabbages in the dark! Now in the pillory shalt thou stand Holding a cabbage in either hand. Guarded our city for noble pay: Twenty-four stuyvers per night or day (Forty-eight cents to our modern of thrift). Three hundred fagots of firewood. ^ One And.

[66] . All unseen I pour my waves. Yet. Through my rapids flashed the trout. Minnows rilled my glimmering pools.MINETTA WATER {The Song of the Buried Stream) Deer-hoof dint and moccasin print Stamped the moss that rimmed my flow. within the sunless caves All unheard my torrent sings. Gone the hunter. Men have tombed my silver springs. Men have hid my waters clear Under piles of rigid stone. Dragon-flies in shimmering schools Reveled here. fled the deer. an airy rout. Adder' s-tongue and fragrant mint Grew —where nothing now may grow. All the birds I loved are flown.

When the massive walls decay. hut deathless. a clearer sun. [67] . I.Mocking. I shall lure Deep in my birds again. is What! they dream my fount work. bloom my streams shall run the Through crumbled homes of men. dry? Lo! I ruin all their Mortal. When the towers to earth are I shall flash cast. they. deep I lurk. Let them hold their gloomy day! I that laugh shall rule at last. delving.

— SLEEPY HOLLOW OOME ^ son day — ^let It be in the apple-blossom sea- or else in early October when the Palisades across the river are ablaze with changing leaves make your little pilgrimage through the loveliest country in the world to the old churchyard of Tarrytown where the sunny-hearted enchanter whose son spell forever hallows the valley of the Hud- lies asleep. Although time has wrought cruel secluded nook changes in the neighboring town. you will find that the little by the Pocantico is [68] .

"Some say that the place was bewitched by a High Ger- man doctor. that an old Indian or wizard of his tribe. others. only to leam as they side lay dying of their wounds that one was of So. they are like to find themselves in the plight of the two opinionated knights who met in mortal combat upon the question of whether the shield was silver or gold. any such foul debate arise to break the sacred I tell peace of the Hollow." in powwows Should any ardent controversialists quarrel behalf of one or the other of these alternative explanations. learned on one of many tarryings in the enchanted region. lest the yellow metal. ment. held his the prophet there. do its this true tale of bewitching. the other of the white. during the early days of the settlechief. In reference to the cause of the slumberous at- mosphere of the Hollow the great chronicler of New Amsterdam rather dubiously observes. [69J .yet subject to the drowsy influence that pervaded it in the days of GeoflFrey Crayon and Diedrich Knickerbocker.

waters through the nave Of sunny That and past the silent peak casts a somber shadow o'er the cave Of Maqua. Above the Wizard's portal. itself A balanced crag had worn a place When rocked by winter tempests —deeply scarred With dumb inscriptions of a vanished race. [70] . And apples dropped. the German Sage. To sound the fountains of forbidden lore In mystic council with the Forest Mage. and hosts of yellow sheaves Were bravely tented where Pocantico Devolves his lazy hills.— SLEEPY HOLLOW 'TwAS in the drowsy Moon of Falling Leaves. up the winding way from Hudson's shore. Came Doktor Nebelhut. And waning summer gave a softer glow. huge and hard. Wizard of the Wecquaesgeek When.

" said he. even as thy fragrant-fuming weed But. blent with mandragora's potent balm And soothing essence of the poppy-seed. The furrowed grandeur of his Palisades. Dark. Dread weirds.— — — And long that rugged sentinel had viewed The sylvan peace of Hudson's rolling glades. the thought of which is deadly sin! And now the Doktor drew from out his vest A quaintly fashioned pouch of cobra-skin. "This holds. [71] . Within the crypt discoursed the Sages twain. awful runes that might not be expressed. The River's breadth of silver solitude. incantations to discern The haunted hiding-place of pirate gold. call the red deer from the wold. In fellowship of craft and eager zest As if from one deep chalice they would drain The mingled wizardry of East and West Of charms to Of spells to Love bring the butter to the churn. philters. "a leaf that giveth calm Yea.

let us show Our magic's The Wizard bowed [72] his head. brushed from plumes of fern In moonlight by the howlet's velvet wing. ruddy bark I burn Within my Upon the coal I fling These russet seedlets. In melting wreaths. "Within the bowl the crimson sparkle gleams! Upon the air the hazy fillets rise! Who scents that cloud shall drowse in wondrous dreams. pipes were lit. and upward-rolling slow . and Who breathes it —east or west or south or north my will!" in a smile: Shall dr9*p in childlike slumber at The Red Man's cheek was wrinkled "A And mighty medicine. "Well spoke!" the Doktor said. While I shall walk unseen of mortal eyes!" Then half in pique. "My The swarthy Brother! force!" —Prithee. I tell to O Friend.— "When I do blow its azure vapor forth hill. plain. o'er valley. is thine! dare thee the simple wile We learn amid the whispers of the pine? "Then hear! —^The willow's pipe.

From creamy meerschaum, waif of Graecia's wave. And dark red sandstone dug of prairie fells, The heavy incense filled the narrow cave. And outward surging, veiled the golden dells.
Throughout the
vale, where'er that

vapor crept.

The busy farmer dozed beside his wain; The housewife in the dairy sighed, and slept; The fisher let his line unheeded strain;

The bronze-limbed hunter slacked his arching bow; The deer forgot to leap, the hawk to fly; The lilies drooped; the hemlock nodded low. And every aster closed its purple eye.
Of them
that wrought the marvel ?

—Strange

their

plight!

In vain they strove against the magic best!
Till,

smiling each to each a long "Good-night,"
closed their eyes in twice-enchanted rest.

They

And

e'en the sentry boulder
it

knew the charm;

Awhile

quivered like a blade of grass.

Then,

sliding softly as a sleeper's arm.

It sealed the cavern

with

its

granite mass.

[73]

Around that cave the

leafy creepers cling,

Above

its

roof in summer, roses blow;

And o'er the mossy portal, in the spring The dogwood pours its avalanche of snow.

And And

still

they doze

^the

necromantic twain,

While from
still,

their pipes the witching

fumes

arise;

when Indian Summer bows the
skies.

grain,

That eery vapor dims the tender

And still the valley lies beneath a spell; And wondrous clouds and visions they do know

Who

loiter in

the dream-enchanted dell

That hears the murmur of Pocantico.

[74]

A SPRINGTIME PILGRIMAGE
Feet on the
hills

and heads

in the sky.

Bathing our brows in

the breath of spring.

Buoyant and youthful and

clear of eye

Over a glorified road we swing.

Meadows

are greening their winter tan.

Orchards are heavy with scented snow.

On! through

the Vale of the

Nepperhan,

Over the Heights of Pocantico!

Dogwood and
Mantle
the

laurel

and

trailing pine

furrowed and craggy scaurs;

Creamy

dicenira

and columbine
[75]

Nod

o'er the ashes of buried wars;

Rebel and Tory have made their bed

Harmless, their sabers a truce have found

Under

the verdure that lifts our tread. the heart of the

Deep in

Neutral Ground.

{Here

is the

church on the haunted ridge.

Lichens of centuries fleck the sides;

Shrouded and headless,

o'er

yonder bridge

Nightly the Galloping Hessian rides.

{What though a burden of moldered stones
Cover their forms from the eyes of men!
Ichabod, Baltus,

and Big Brom Bones

Rise through the magic of Irving's pen.)

Hudson

in majesty meets the sea

Monarch of mountains and

goblin glades;

Laughing, the ripple of Tappan Zee

Mocks
Slumbers

at the

frown of

the Palisades.

the

land in a golden

spell.

Hush!
Here in

The Enchanter hath laid him dowUf
Hollow of Tarrytotvn.

Close by the river he loved so well.
the

[76]

A SCANDAL IN NEW AMSTERDAM

PVERY

Saturday morning

New Amsterdam

'-' was enlivened

by the weekly market held

at the Strand, or East River water-front, near the

house of Dr. Hans Kierstede, which stood on the
north side of Pearl Street and the comer of Moore
Street,

where were the weighing-house and the
dock in the town.

only

little

Thither came the country-folk from Haarlem,
Breuckelen, Vlissingen (Flushing), Hoboken-Hacking,

Ompoge (Amboy), Ahasimus, and New Utrecht
carts,

in

on horseback,

in

shallops,

canoes, or

market-boats which they moored in the Heere»

Graft or Broad Street canal, bringing their supplies

of veal, pork, butter, cheese, milk, tobacco,

peaches, cider, herbs, melons, oysters, shad, chickens,
geese,

turkeys,

pelicans,

eel-shovelers,

and

quail to exchange for linsey-woolsey cloth, medicines, arrack, sugar, ribbons, caps,

and finery

for

Sunday wear, clay

pipes and like commodities of
guilders

town

life,

for

Dutch

and stuyvers or

for

[77]

Indian sewant or
circulating

wampum which was the

principal

medium in the days of Wilhelmus Kieft. Thither came the Indians of Long Island and the Hudson River country with venison and other game and packs of furs and skins beaver, mink,

bear, wolf, wildcat,

and panther.

There gathered

the farmers' wives and daughters, keen for bargaining, but just as eager to exchange gossip with

the ladies of the city.

In default of newspapers,

all

the news of the
if

day passed from mouth to mouth; and
were assuredly no' worse than

a few

choice scandals were thus put in circulation, they

many
title is

that have

been whispered at the tea-drinkings of later days.

The
in

scandal referred to in the

embalmed
litigation.

New

Amsterdam's early records of

178]

dugout. Like finches. With plaintive calf and lamb The farmer For In hales in groaning dray Along the forest-bordered way. mingling craft The light canoe from wilds remote." The bronze Mohegan brings the spoil Of wood and river.— A SCANDAL IN NEW AMSTERDAM Across the inlet's ebb and rise The spotless houses glare surprise From all their gable-hooded eyes On motley. what the soil Hath yielded to his sturdy toil. And shallop. The blunt bateau and market-boat. skiff. round the market-boats The And rosy vrouws. this is held a fair market day New Amsterdam. with kerchiefed throats short but ample petticoats [79] . and float Within "Die Heere Graft.

what is thy charge for in puny deer? alive five! Twelve stuyvers wampum! As I'm grow too bold. strife 'twixt Hast heard of the our Dominie Bogardus and Antony Jan Salee? [80] . a mercy his woes are past. Dost fancy our burghers are made of gold? Take it away to thy I'll woods again! Eleven thou sayest? give thee ten. Yea? Journeyed to Hartford hath Pieter Volck! reckless to trust to the little How Nay. The Ninth Commandment shattering. Mevrouw von Blarcom! we meet again! What news from Soh! the village of Vlissingen? is Adrian Joostan 'tis gone at last! Poor man." "Ah. Yankee folk! of The governor's moment hath passed in town. Are gathering and scattering And chaffering and chattering. Then hark to what they say! the cloven ear! this "Thou coppery knave with Pray. dame hath a silken gown.And hoods and kirtles gay. verily. Such venison wouldn't be cheap at You Go! savages.

"» S § I IS .

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Her servants ill-bred. the Dominie's vrouw. The Dominie sued for his dame (of course Thou knowest the mare is the better horse).— "The Who. in veriest confidence. indeed. crossing a street of this muddy town. at sound of the crier's bell. showed. Good Madam Bogardus had raised her gown M-m. Salee. tell And 7 sentenced poor Madam [83] Salee to In public. chatting one Saturday over her tea. trouble was started. It kindled the that be. I'll be bound It lost not a jot as it traveled round. Whatever she said of her. —more of her ankles than there was need! "Then such a commotion you never saw! Vrouw Anneke vowed she would have the law. let And. so all avow. The Schepens with sober and solemn face Examined and pondered the weighty case. Yea. . Spake somewhat unkindly of Vrouw Mayhap that her linens were none too clean. How. Well higher than prudent. truthful or slanderous. By Anneke Jansen. or her larder lean. Salee. wrath of the Vrouw Who To rushed to her friends with a look intense tell them.

And the Dominie's wife was a worthy dame. all is Devouring (But with a mouth of flame. her husband hath sadly paid Three guilders and more for "Good faith! but our magistrates win applause. Moreover. safe And no one — from the smudge of blame. ^this is in confidence 'twixt us two — I firmly believe that the tale was true!)" [84] . a two-edged sword. So wisely and well they enforce the laws! For truly the tongue is And Slander's a monster that stalks abroad.That falsely she'd spoken —alack. the shame!— his wife's tirade.

KISSING BRIDGE {Once at the junction of Roosevelt Street and Park Roto. New York was then Nieuw Amsterdam. crude Its and gray. A playful whisper stirs the trees. With web of and splendid Its piers were rubble.) No Roebling reared that primal steel way line. their The maids and younkers hold way Along the shadowed Bouwerie. law decrees. beams were hewn of forest pine. as village rills the shoal. Where grasses waved and lilies glowed.Across the kill that eastward flowed It led. at droop of day. With rake and scythe With lilt and carol full and free. . The sweetest lips must pay the toll. iinjarred by rumbling tram. 185] . A For laughing ripple here.

me be there with one beside! Dispel this cloud of stone and steel. restore to That hallowed bridge.Good Saint that loved our isle. span a tide With blowing Let fields on either shore. These clogging mists of tawdry sham! Let lips be frank and hearts be leal As then in old Nieuw Amsterdam! [86] .

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backbiting. that they even took unfair advantage of one another in business transactions. that they [89] . Dry some might think them. From them one may glean that the good people of the town sometimes failed to pay their taxes. and that they were woefully addicted to slander. that they frequently violated the liquor laws.A TRIAL IN NEW AMSTERDAM Ayr AN is a quarrelsome animal and his social ^ ^ and political history is largely a record of ' battles and as suits-at-law. that they sometimes engaged in fisticuflFs. and the calling of were very human. evil names — in short. the records of the Court of Burgomasters and Schepens of New Amsterdam contain the germs of many and are delightful rare tales in their naive gravity.

and satisfying to the unscientific lay mind. direct.As for the judgments of the primitive court. Never did that in order its worthy tribunal walk around the square to reach the house next door. cisions Perhaps legal de- were not monuments of erudition. but they were simple. Witness a case in [90I . and in generally point. all probability made for justice. they were of the Solomonic order.

Drawn from Gold the vat in an evil hour. [91] . Cometh Jacobus. flat Muddy of color and and sour. Natheless maintaining no pay Seeing the beer is is due. devoid of little sham. town of New Amsterdam. Boldly admitting the sale by Jan. Further. Burgher Jan Haeckius standeth here Claiming his due for a keg of beer Sold —on the record this fact stands proven- To crafty Jacobus Van Couwenhouven. he claimeth of startled Jan for redress of his inner man. a worthless brew.—— A TRIAL Ye who IN NEW AMSTERDAM of later days at the sage pretense have chafed at the law's delays And the tedious trials Ye who have laughed That ponders Hear of a In the trim ridiculous evidence process. that wily man.

Nothing they knew of those wondrous men Skilled in the slights of the subtle pen.— What did the worshipful Schepens do? Think you they summoned a learned crew Laden with volumes. Naught of the microbe that stalks by day. and vials Such as bewilder our modern trials? Nothing of ptomaines nor germs knew they. Nothing they knew of our modern shame Perjury sanctioned by Learning's name. retorts." [92] . The highway "Court is to Justice was broad and clear: adjourned to inspect the beer.

" "Verdict for l93l . Seemly the session. Soon the Court its Gravely convened at former stand.Out to the open the jury wan With doubtful Jacobus and hopeful Nothing was heard for Jan. though all too short E'en for the litigants. as jurors should: Said beer was good. the soft refrain Of deep-drawn That tell breathing and smack of zest of the spirit of man at rest. fence. While the jury. seated along a Absorbed and digested the evidence. its Wiping its mouth on the back of plaintiflF. And spake with conviction. an hour or twain But mellow gurgles. hand.

It stirred your silken-tendriled hair. played upon my shoulders bare. It teased the It wave to rill in song. moors that blew across the Was breath of meadows blent with brine. In time with even dip and swing And crisp of feathered oars aslant. [94] . We roused the crags where laurels cling With Eton's mellow rowing-chant. The arm that bent The breeze the oar was mine. It whirled the reddened leaf along.ON THE HARLEM The hand that ruled the helm was yours.

So down that sparkling reach we came On keel of cedar. leaves aflame Our bows aglow with And gunwale-deep in goldenrod. silver-shod. [95] .

WILLIAM THE TESTY 'IXT'ILHELMUS KIEFT • ' is generally admitted to have been the worst of the Dutch govhis ernors of faults New York. from less liberal New England. such as Lady Deborah Moody. Still it is to be remembered in his favor that he city's basic traditions maintained the of tolerance re- and hospitality by welcoming fugitives from ligious bigotry. and also it is well to bear in mind that Washington little Irving's lively caricature of the peppery Director in his brimstone breeches was actually a satire on Thomas [96] . even waiving minor and ofFenses. he undoubtedly deserves that bad eminence because of his cruelty and perfidy which brought upon the settlement the most rible ter- of the Indian wars that hampered its growth. and.

Jefferson. For fear that I may be accused of fol- lowing too closely in Irving's footsteps by like- wise appljring the past to the immediate present. I must plead that the following ballad was writtea in the year 1903. and printed [97] .

arrow. Though skilled in the practice of wordy strife And cursed with a tongue like a poisoned knife. quarrelsome. And fuming and fussing enough A meddlesome. Upsetting the work of a dozen men for ten. peevish He bustled and bickered from dawn till night. forever hot! hedgehog little abristle with puissant fire. He kindled the rage of the savage chiefs. little Of breeding Oh. volcano of smothered Forever intruding a muddling hand In matters beyond him to understand. famed for a wondrous knack dissension and brewing wrack. [98] . and brand came down Through desolate fields to a mourning town.WILLIAM THE TESTY Afar in the ages of quaint renown this There ruled o'er the germ of mighty town A potentate. ire. he was a tart pepper-pot! A A A simmering kettle. He troubled his folk with a hundred griefs. And tomahawk. sprite.

leal. "His sermons are stupid and none too short!" Small wonder. and the sermon was wholly drowned! burghers. that the parson dinned His wrath from the pulpit: "Ach! Duyvil's kind! Defamer of righteousness!" then a roar "My The goats are as good as the governor!" magistrate's vengeance was swift and fell. For Parson Bogardus. strove to cheer ear The sinning and sorrowful. The governor burdened With marvelous 8 the vessel's hold treasure of goblin gold [99] . every With drum-roll and trumpet and martial sound Was The filled. the stern and Was And deeply concerned for the public weal. forsooth.— He fronted a foeman of like When he blundered afoul of degree the Dominie. loudly he thundered in strong dispraise. Deported the disputants out of hand settle their feud in the fatherland. evil Denouncing the governor's ways. He marshaled his troops And vainly the Dominie at the stroke of bell. "The preacher's a sot!" came the fierce retort. aghast at the wild debate utter disruption of And To Church and state.

When frightened attendants stand quaking by And browbeat petitioners turn and fly. at all! He drowses and dreams in a mountain hold Like Arthur. Thus laden. no modern sham. the vessel was tempest and tossed. or Ogier the lordly Dane. Methinks he hath come to his home once more The stanch 'Tis little burgh on the Hudson's shore. spirited ofF with his fairy gold. lost! And Yet parson and governor both were is —there a legend in hut hall That Governor Kieft wasn't drowned But. William the Testy. Some day to return to his own domain. That governs the town of New Amsterdam! f lool . And now when a bickering breaks the gloom And wakens old ghosts in the mayor's room.— Achieved under starlight and lantern-glow In the mystical mines of the Ramapo. When portly commissioners dread the ban That darts from the orbs of a mighty man.

A road that rambles through marsh and wood. Meadow and waste. the joy of the mountain-crest! And here's a And next —whatever thistle and the there's a rose. as light a load As well may he in a traveler's pack. With something always around [lOl] . to the cloudy end. But There oh. the calm of the valley's breast! be toil on the upward miles. smooth or rugged. road may send. yet turns not Where one should go zvith back. For something's always around There may may be storms in the bleak defiles. For onward ribbons the way I chose. But oh.THE ROAD My way of life is a winding road. A road that wanders. I find good. the bend. it But. the bend.

Then come and travel my road with me be. A A word and smile with a passing friend. And something coming around the bend!'" [102] . Through windy passes or waves of flowers! Though long and weary The the march may rover's blessing shall still be ours: "A noonday halt at a crystal well. to song sing and a tale to tell.

But after sundry disaster off Hal- Dutch skippers had met with trouble and and currents among the let's rocks." a stream that flows into the West Schelde through the southern part of his own province of Zeeland. whirlpools. in the Onrust or Restless. the first ship ever launched in the waters of New York." we make [103 ] it. and captain evident that the patriotic named is. as "Hel-gatt." con- . that nurse of hardy sailors. the strait in honor of "De Helle- gatt. and two years later. "Hellegatt" appears as the name of the arm of the it is sea that we now call the East River. "Hell Gate. they testily changed the name to or." that "the bright or beautiful pass. a stout craft of native pine. On the figurative map of his expedition that he caused to be made. Point. THE PIRATE'S SPUKE TN 1612 Captain Adrian Block established a * trading-p^&t on the island of Manhattan. he set forth on his memorable voyage of exploration along the eastern shore of the island into the unknown Sound.\.

Now it is notorious that the devil never declines an invitation. rocks —the Hog's Back. the Frying-pan and the Pot scene of —^were the Hen and many an infernal revel until the spirits of [104] . the Chickens.fining the application of that ominous title to the region of danger. and from that moment the passage became a veritable picnic-ground and its for all t'^« imps.

or ghost. New Amsterdam by many Raeff. has long been a matter of dispute. [losJ . shot with a dreadful apparition. The identity of a spuke. the pirate's that haunted Hell Gate until silver -bullet by Governor Peter was visited Stuyvesant. such as Captain Sebastian de in the and doubtless some of these perished wild tide-rush of the East River in their attempts to reach the town through the treacherous channel. perhaps it Jan van Campen. perhaps —but the secret lost be- neath the foam of Hell Gate. was that of his lieutenant. The infant colony of pirates. is Perhaps the ghost was that of Captain de Raeff himself.evil were exorcised by the potent charm of dynain mite 1876.

THE PIRATE'S SPUKE .

— Like a slavered wolf the torrent moans And raves through deeps and shoals. The air is filled with the warning groans And wails of perished souls. And the Duyvil squats on the Hog's Back When the angry cloud-banks form. crashing roar. And a The dreadful laugh shook the eastern shore mirthless laugh of hell! [107] . And the foaming brine brawls hot As he griddles his prey on the Frying-pan Or seethes it in the Pot! All day a sun of sullen red Through mists had glowered down. high So he snareth fish for his grimy clan. And his fiddle squalls to the murky sky In hail of the brewing storm. That night 'twas inky black o'erhead And a wild wind smote the town. The March sky broke with a But never a raindrop fell.

His belt of net with pistolet And burnished dirk was hung.There. He wore a scarf at his evil throat. No more my For here I stay chests ye till Judgment Day To work my Master's will!" Out stumped our stanch old governor. boss of his blue sea-coat Was a shining gold doubloon. scar-browed seaman sat Jn the stern of a tossing boat. in the curd of the churning vat Where naught of earth could float. longer vex my [ land!" ] io8 . golden Main and of Spain! fleets fill. A black-faced. And the And every hat of a picaroon. The thunder's growl and tempest's howl Waxed louder as he sung: "Oh. A musket in his hand: "Now Nor get thee gone. thou devil's spawn.

I may not go and I will not go. hell!" Hence! hie thee back to "Oh. 'Twas blessed by the Dominie With a mystic word —and it smote that sprite In the place where a heart should be. rich my Master's fee! So here I ride." The governor "Dost raised his musket true brine: And aimed through spume and silver crave. thou ghoul obscene. whate'er betide. and silver and gold! Rich." "Thou wretched wouldst thou defy My Thou will with tawdry spell? thing unclean. Until he looseth me. thou losel knave? Then take this gift of mine!" The bullet was cast of the silver bright. silver and gold. "While the trade-winds blow and the salt waves flow And the white moon fry! rules the tide." That girding goblin cried."Oh. [109] .

A Of cry like the scream of a dying horse. For they fear the wrath of a fearless heart will. The moonbeam dropped through a crystal air To dance on a dimpling tide. The great wind sank to a maiden's prayer. [no] . The guttural thunder died. And the strait is free of the And the power of goblins And the force of an iron fiendish art ill. A To flurry of smoke and flame fled lurid red —and the phantom the place from whence he came.

STORM SIGNALS Cloud-wreath. free gull Flit across the sand: A dirty sea there's sure to he When Mare's you're upon the land. A dawn of red. reef your sail before the gale- The foam is bound to fly! [Ill] . mist-sheath. a vault of lead: A storm's a-coming soon. Burr about the moon. tails. Sea-gull. mare's tails Sweep a mackerel sky: Oh.

[II2] . despite the fact that the pale-face had an uncomfortable habit of getting the best of the bargain. and.A DEAL IN REAL ESTATE "\ X rHILE the early history of the colonies on " " Manhattan was stained by several cruel and the aborigines were generally not un- Indian wars. there are friendships between red many instances of warm and white. the relations between the Dutch settlers pleasant.

Up the bank strode Wetamoset. Sat and pondered in the sunshine. a birchen vessel Shot across the winding creek.A DEAL IN REAL ESTATE Barendt Cxjyler. wise. light. "Hail!" the crested chief replied. and witty. Arrow-swift. [113] . Pipe to pipe and side by side. Indian trader. Puffing at his pipe the while. Where the brawling Spuyten Duyvil Foams on Mannahatta's Isle. but honest as the Merry-hearted. Shrewd. Sachem of the Weckquaesgeek. Loved alike by red and white. "Hail!" the Dutchman called in greeting. Gracious as a king in exile.

Stood before his lodge at morn. Dark behind him rose his woodland." "Tell thy dream. with courteous ado. Launched again Wetamoset. Bearing oflF the light-won plunder his light canoe. Barendt Cuyler Sought his cabin's open door. horn with large-grained powder. "Wetamoset dreamed a dream." Grave and Filled a silent. his corn. sage and war-chief. his brother Guileless as a babe new-born. Green before him waved [114] . "Wetamoset dreamed Gave him gun and powder-horn." Then quoth the sachem.Long they smoked Till in friendly silence. the chieftain softly murmured. Who. his store. Gazing on the rapid stream. Chose a musket from Gave them to the stolid chieftain.

Loved the slope Full and friendly was his welcome.Mosholu to Spuyten liuyvil rill Poured a of liquid light. [IIS] . alike by red and white.'' "Let him tell it. to speak Pleasant words of kindly counsel For the folk of Weckquaesgeek. Long he tarried there. Barendt Cuyler dreamed a dream." Then the trader: lin. sleeping by the Dreamed that Wetamoset gave him All of Papparinamin!" Ruefully the stately sachem Viewed the province of that dream. All the pleasant island-meadow 'Twixt the marshland and the stream. Up came Barendt Cuyler. "Cuyler. beneath his eyebrow's shadow Flashed and danced a mirthful gleam. Spoke the trader: "Wetamoset. Then.

my brother. — let us dream no more!" Ii6] .Arm in air. he traced the boundary. Wooded Brother height and reedy shore: is "All that land thine.

POSSESSION When In soft I lay in the mossy bed to the foot of the hemlock-tree. green woods belong me!" woodchuck gray and the brown-eyed doe And the chipmunk. "We all belong green woods!" I117] . rocked on the hazel stem. "No!"The sweet. That swells the pride of a lover's heart I said. to "The But the sweet. their Looked archly out from purpling hoods With an elfin laugh as they told the truth: to the sweet. And the hare and the deermouse answered. green woods belonged to them! Then the jack^n-the-pulpits. friends of youth.

a place brimming over with magic —upper. grows a great Here a spring of the it purest water flows into the creek. In a haunted cave still to be seen [ii8] . tory that a few still rises the promon- call by its ancient name of Cock cliff. woach!" as they shot their arrows and hurled their lances at Henry Hudson's This is vessel. lower. A deep glade. eminence as well as from the height of Nipnichsen on the Westchester shore across the creek. by far the largest tree on the island. ha. ha. hach. bordered by the broad Hudson and the curving Spuyten Duyvil. and woodland. while above tulip-tree. "Hoach. an untamed region of Probably from this fortified ravine. known as The Clove. the Indians of the island first sounded in European ears their fierce war-cry.WIZARD'S WELL AT the extreme northwestern end of the island *"* of Manhattan. hoach. and middle magic. leads through woods to a little patch of meadow backed by lofty cliffs and opening out upon the Spuyten Duyvil. Hill or Cox's Hill.

ever after known as the Wizard's Well.under the eastward once dwelt shadow of the Indian cliffs there an ancient medicine-man. and eyes in all before he vanished from mortal the mysterious manner characteristic of true wizards. he imparted some of his mystic his dwelling- power to the beautiful spring near place. [119] . hight Moaqua. A kindly old wizard. his counsel was much sought by the rosy maidens of New Haarlem and New Amsterdam on all subjects from matters of the dairy even unto matters of the heart.

high in air. oh.WIZARD'S WELL "Tritochen! Trudchen!" teased the maids. Velvet moss and maidenhair. Laughed the lads of gallant mien. "Stay with Play with us. Sweet. Sweet. [120] . Sweet! us. "Leave your gloomy forest glades! Join our dance upon the green!" Trudchen never turned her head. Light as wind-blown thistledown Up the woodland path she sped Far above the step-roofed town. white as curds. and fear no harm!" Onward flew her constant feet. Called the squirrels. Pause or word had broke the charm. "Here are lilies. "Trudchen! Trudchen!" sang the birds.

.Light as mnd-bloam thistle doom Up the VJoodland path she sped.

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[123] . Driven with a lusty will Landward rode the broad bateau. whose haunted cave cling. "Hear the words my grandam taught! Hear the unforgotten spell! Own the charm thy magic wrought! I Grant the wish may not tell!" Steered where Spuyten Duyvil Kill Drinks of Hudson's ample flow. Wished her wish and spoke the spell: "Wizard chief. thou that gave Secret gifts to bless thy spring. Bending low. Hides where mountain-laurels Red Moaqua. Closed her eyes and faced the south. Underneath the cliff-walled hill Shadowed by the ancient wood Bordered by the sparkling kill.Soon beside the pool she stood. with coral mouth Sipped the waters of the well.

Spoil of beaver. whose mighty shade Gives the well a deeper hue. and deer. Lairs of beasts and savage men. Trudchen!" lisped the waves. Gently kissed the hooded eyes. Gaily came the pioneer. Tell the wish that Tell Trudchen made! me — did that wish come true? [124] . mink. Marten fur and panther hide. Tulip-tree. plain and pied. "We have brought him home again!" Light o'er rock and fallen bole Leaped the youth in glad surprise. Home! from "Trudchen! wilds and craggy caves. Soft behind the girl he stole.Rich in peltries.

the bay. let his eye be true. thorn slip. Bark of wizard hazel-wand. water of the well. let his dream be Take my secret thought to him and call him hopie again! ll2S] . shoot of mountain pine. kernel of the wheat.HALLOWE'EN CHARM Fern seed. elm leaf. crystal of the dew. sweet. Guard the precious life and soul of him that's far away! Oak slip. Airy waft of thistledown. hemp seed. Lend his arm the strength of you. Morsel of his native earth. feather of Bring him peace and happiness. Send him line/ like the thunderbolt to break thefoeman's Rose leaf. berry of Let the fairy gifts of you mingle with the spell. the wren.

the smith. pugnacious. . where to-day. sant in his defiance of the English city in and left disgust after the surrender. Hanover Square and is Hearty. narrated in the following ballad.BORGER JORIS'S HAMMER New Amsterdam PARLY *-' in the history of Borger Joris. last patriotic. the Glen of the Little is part of the glade of the Gray Men. set up his forge on the Strand of the East River just below the paHsades of Wall Street. wooded Clove at Spuyten Duyvil. he was the the man to stand by Governor Stuyvefleet. The scene of his youthful adventure.

Young Peter De His curly-haired 'prentice. LANDHOLDING freeman. I pray: You've wrought on the anvil [127] many a day .— BORGER A JORIS'S HAMMER pith. His forge-fire blazes. in leisure well earned smith's at the doorway. Who And lounges full-length on the turf at his Heaves up the great hammer. "Good master. Thrice hard were the labors of forest and farm If gone were the skill of that muscular arm. sledge-hammer rings bill. Joris's pride. That blows from the Vries. and beats the white iron that shapes to his will. as eager for play And thary of work as a boy of to-day side. The The The coals of the smithy to ashes have burned. on scythe. Just south of the Wall where the ferryboat swings. daylight is ebbing. Is big New Amsterdam's smith. on coulter. his On He plowshare. a burgher of Borger Joris. stout queries. ax. now for tell me. his face to the breeze harbor.

horseshoe. ale.Scythe. kindly hand like the paw of a bear Is lost in the youth's tumbled masses of hair Joris I makes answer: "That hammer was new was a worthless apprentice like you. the bellows. "Well north. on the sweep of the eddying kill That limits our island. and tell you its wonderful tale. When goldenrod waved. free-footed through meadow and A truant. far better the fowl-haunted sedge I loved than the anvil. and sledge. . A deep-iissured foreland of green-wooded glades Where chestnuts are gathered by Indian maids is And cress in the summer. and anchor. When But fill me a pipe and a tankard of I'll My "In lad. [128] So mild the air That columbines bloom at the earliest there. the great and the small. fall when the maples were tinging with red. like a slip-halter colt I scampered holt. and the azure o'erhead Was mellow with haze. arises a hill. But who forged the hammer that forges them all?" A As huge.

I saw clearly: The nave of Was Not filled with an army of httle gray three feet in stature! crags. Then. too squirrels. Their tasseled caps waving [129] . high-souled and adventurous. ringing and The clink of a forge-hammer smote on my ear. better than I. out my day-dream. fain To search every nook of my lovely domain. men They swarmed on the like little red flags. To chaff birds. green are clear and mossy Its caves are wells —may they never run dry!- You rascal! you know the spot I loitered. it must be a cheat! the glen Yet. with the chirp to the To wander. when. its laurels its Oh. spring-watered.And And bobolink chirrups his mellowest staves. Sore blow to feet my conscience! I sprang to my And marveled and trembled. '"Twas there that happy to for words. stretched grows Cliff-sheltered. no. I lay in a doze in the shade of a great tree that To dream clear.

Some tended a blaze in Some wheeled the black it a cup-shapen rock. down came the And up flew the sparkles! Oh. The flame-tongues leap. And And never a gnome of them boggled or shirked. wonders they wrought In well-tempered iron. Of metal to whiteness. ever the Little Men sang as they worked: '"Clang! cling! the hammers swing. yet others. or heated thick wedges Then.Their buskined feet twinkling. sledges. the anvils ring! Commingling strength and craft and zeal In welded bar and tempered steel spell- We And frame our work with chanted cool it in the Wizard's Well. besides. ore from the earth where bides To smelt out the iron. Their eyes in a riot of mischievous glee "And this wore a jerkin ana that wore a smock. [130] . their beards flowing free. Made ready wee anvils. and swifter than thought.

That works with craft and might and will!' "A gnome (Like pile with a frown and a gnome with a smile Blessing) advanced. the forges glow! Then let cold iron drink of fire And weld the sledge that shall not tire. shall ever fail the hand forest. my feet. forge. with handle complete. I bore to the smithy the ' hammer and ] song. The coals awake. or mill. and silently placed at gift They carried. from the Warning and A I fire-new hammer. The share to plow. and naught's amiss."'Ho! ho! the bellows blow. back from the wildwood. the scythe to mow! " 'Hiss! hiss! the waters kiss The finished tools. 10 f 131 . The ax to lay the forest low. elfin Now stamp on each the brand That none In meadow. fist gripped on the with a venturesome And — puff! — all the pageantry passed like a mist! "So. more earnest and strong.

ax.And And And Each oft as I labor I think of the glen echo the chant of the Little Gray Men." To bless with the succor of elf-given skill The mortals who wield them with power and [132] . and plowshare that comes from my hand will. still do I mark with their magical brand scythe.

A LILT IN FALL The brown of her eyes in the oaken leaf. fir. The stir of her sighs in the mountain The scent of her breath in the garnered sheafOh. all the world shall sing of her! [133] .

by Him with small forces as by a makes us wish you all happiness and and recommend you to His protection. My lords. yet he obstinately refused to yield. P. only that we fear nothing but what God (who all is just as merciful) shall lay upon us. 1664. Your thrice humble and affectionate servant and friend. The demand was full backed by a show of four war-ships with a hundred guns and a five complement of sailors. Long Island settlers. and a considerable New-Englanders.THE CHANGE OF FLAGS TN August. replying in simple faith to the English commander: As touching the threats in your conclusion. things being in His gracious disposal. and we may as well be preserved great army. which prosperity. and Stuyvesant had by the hills at his service but two hundred and fifty soldiers. Stuyvesant. was commanded to the northward. [134] . The fort was dilapidated. we have nothing to answer. while there was yet peace ^ between Holland and Great Britain. Colonel Nichols sailed up the render of Bay and demanded the surNew Amsterdam. a body of and hundred regular troops. force of Indians.

[I3S] . withdrew in disgust into the remote interior. The clamors of the people and the entreaties of his most trusted counselors at last won from the governor a reluctant consent to the articles of capitulation. the sturdy blacksmith. whence their stalwart descendants re- turned to do yeoman service against their traditional foes in the Revolutionary War. mellowing with age alike still and loved and respected lish. who. within the of his cher- ished island. "I had much rather be carried out dead!" Yet some there were. by Dutch and Engrest in the vault of soil and that his bones old St. headed by Borger Joris. it is pleasant to remember that the doughty governor spent the last years of his long life in the city that he had ruled most ably. Mark's Church. protesting. On the other hand. if somewhat imperiously.But resistance was too clearly hopeless. and the Dominie fairly dragged him from the bastions of the fort. refusing to accept English rule.

And hither from The Strand Comes stalwart Borger Joris. The vrouws have left their bread to The children leave their play "The Englishmen! the Englishmen! Their ships are in the Bay!" burn. flash of steel. Within the seaward The grave-browed burgomasters Have sought the council-hall. His hammer in his hand. [136] . And groups of anxious burghers Are clustered on The Plain. The Watch is up with ancient arms That foiled the steel of Spain. a trumpet-peal fort.— THE CHANGE OF FLAGS A A FLURRIED scud of sunlit sails To make the sheltered port. Van Dyck has raised the yeomanry To man the northern wall. And here is Abram Pietersen.

" That man of God began. Their linstocks blazing bright: "Now make And (I'll your weapons ready.The stubborn Heer Direktor Upon the rampart's height Roused up his keen-eyed gunners. Yet save thy helpless city! Provoke not ruthless war! Alone. and trusty soldier. surrounded. friendless. Was "Old "I standing at his side. hold your courage high! hear the cannon's music I die!) Once more before And show That ye these haughty English are of the strain That held the walls of Leyden Against the might of Spain!" A hand upon his shoulder And Peter turned in pride. The Dominie. know thy That heart of courage fears not any man. [137] . Outnumbered as we are. his comrade. friend.

[138] . While through a dimming mist He viewed his little city He clenched his iron fist And smote the useless cannon. Beset on every hand. faithful Father William to bear Had sworn But spare a them aid. red against the heavens The flag of England flamed. And. "I yield! but. shoulder touching shoulder. unashamed. Divorced by leagues of ocean From home and Then paused the fatherland!" stern Direktor. helpless people. God in heaven! — I would that I were dead!" Then. With drum and trumpet-peal.Our But sires held leagured Leyden By spear and carronade. The city's stanch defenders Marched shoreward. "Thou speakest truth!" he said. The princely flag of Orange Above their caps of steel.

"And pay our tithes to puppets Of kings beyond the sea? What boot to fashion plowshares And scythes. but hapless toil! Oh. had I beaten broadswords held your soil! Ye might have "Ho! freemen! leave the city For dukes to make or mar! We'll raise our rugged hamlets Among the hills afar. And there I'll hammer sabers For better men to use. We'll breed a race of soldiers! A Our race with hearts and thews! children's children's children Perchance may live to fling Away And these galling shackles scorn the tyrant king.An To angry man was Joris Beside the blazing forge see above the rampart The banner of St. [139] . George! "So! must we swear allegiance And bow our necks?" quoth he.

They'll think on Borger Joris That wrought the battle-blade!" [140] . And when our debt is paid.And when they've struck for freedom.

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was. 1664. besides a change in government. 143] . it is true. old Dutch customs slowly yielded to English fashions. and the little town became more and more a years city. New Amsterdam became permanently New York. livelier the English element grew pre- ponderant with the rapid increase of population. But for many New York presented a strange contrast of nationalities and an often comical blending of city and country scenes and manners. the beginnings of many There other changes. brought in wake. But by a treaty that ended an indecisive war.POLLY CORTELYOU T^HE * little English fleet that in August. The following little social incident occurred in the early years of the new regime. a brief reversal to the old order when a Dutch fleet retook the city from the invaders. sailed into the harbor with the forces under its Col. Richard Nichols. social as well as political.

in silken revelry. Sprightly and contrary. [144] . Mistress of the dairy. Bom a dainty little shrew. tresses. Who would have such loveliness Wasted on a farmer!" Built when only moor and wood Edged the rustic byway. in Buxom little charmer. Plumes and powdered Passed Manhattan's chivalry. Swept their hearts' princesses. her father's bouwerie stood Now Fronting on the highway Where. neat dress.POLLY CORTELYOU "Pretty Polly Cortelyou. "Sweet of manner.

dear. "Go!" said she. Save thy coat of How should e'er a farmer Wed a lazy varlet!" "Cruel Polly! leave the churn! Think me not a rake. you doubt me? Proof Set I Can you ask love you madly? gladly. "I'd turn Shepherd for your sake. Merry spark of Sipping buttermilk and whey Just to cool his passion. "Nay. fashion. dear. Faith." me any I'll servile task. do it [HS] .Rosy Polly Cortelyou turning. Sure. Kept the dasher StifFer Panting as the butter grew with her churning. "thou face of scarlet! lass brass. Frowning still on Harry Gray." the gallant said.

Threading bog or muddy shore. Truly. [146] . "Bear. Through the house." vowed the youth. to tame him. till I enlarge thee. forsooth. (If he tried to snatch a kiss." the maiden spoke. Opened wide the portal. "Just to do thy pleasure. Clear to Spain! —and back. do you blame him?) Laughing at his helpless plight."Wilt thou then. toward the door. Milking-pails and dairy yoke Wheresoe'er I charge thee?" "Sweet. Draws a luckless mortal). Heaping full of treasure. So an antic fairy." Round his neck the dimpling miss Bound the yoke. I'd bear them. Led him from the dairy (So a Jack-o'-lantern sprite.

that wicked little cheat. Open! open! kindly earth! Cover 11 his abasement! [147] . beholders. Screened behind the casement.Then. to blind him. street. Laughing still. All Manhattan's brave array Stopped and stared in wonder. tilted. Beaver bravely Harry Gray. Yoke across his shoulders. Rapier silver-hilted. There he stood in silken coat. Snowy scarf about his throat. Heartless Polly shrieked with mirth. the ballroom's pride. pails all Brimming Joy of on either side. All Manhattan's gallants gay Split their sides asunder. Thrust him headlong to the Snapped the lock behind him.

Be they ne'er so loving. Woman-craft in subtle toys All your wit surpasses. Let the canny country boys Woo the farmer lasses! [148] . field Chain your hearts. Took his oath that Harry Gray Did it on a wager. Gallants. say. they Solemn as a major. Eight-and-forty ladies fair (Can a man deceive them?) Dropped their eyes and heard them swear- Didn't quite believe them.Each of twenty youths. heed! 'Twere well ye should. to and wood Send them not a-roving.

Great-hearted Leisler died. burned Upon this island acre The Red Man's council flame. Those large-boned. Before old Hudson came. [149] . blazed And here his bell-mouthed musket And drove the savage back. calm and fearless-eyed. And hither flocked from shops and farms.CITY HALL PARK Ere Cabot's prow was westward turned. Our first sad pledge to Liberty. Then here the settler's cattle grazed the Along bowered track. But yonder rose the gallows-tree Where. sun-browned men-at-arms That wore the buff and blue. When Freedom's summons flew.

a little. On Leave earth less dearly this known. hallowed space Unroofed beneath the sky. for build you will. [ISO] . build your walls.Oh. still one spot unburdened With tyrant steel and stone! — A A scroll whereon brave youth shall trace Brave deeds of days gone by. shrine.

^ Benjamin Fletcher's administration from 1692 to 1698. at least from his trusted advisers. having. if not from the governor himself. how. wherefore great was the righteous indignation of the honorable merchants of the city er's when Fletch- successor.THE STORM SHIP TN early English colonial times. he sailed in the Adventure galley to . interfere with the profitable traffic justice. it pretty well established. once a respectable householder of Liberty Street. William Kidd. empowered [151] with King William's commission. purchased protection. especially in Col. the inflexible Earl of Bellomont. the city of New York was a veritable paradise of pirates. presumed to and strove to bring the pirates to Everybody has heard of Capt. in 1696. who is carried thither for sale the spoil of the Indian seas and swaggered boldly in the streets. Nat- urally the outfitting of buccaneering vessels and the marketing of the treasure that they brought into port were wonderfully good for business.

It is how punishment Long Island part of his known that before Kidd sur- rendered himself to justice he sailed up Sound as far as Oyster Bay and all left it booty at Gardiner's Island. but and the hidfng-places of wise men agree that the fate of his piratical vessel or vessels his fabulous treasures remain dark and delightful mysteries. where Cald- Landing bears the alternative name of "Kidd's Point. and overtook him. [152] . there a well-attested tradition that still lies the charred hulk of his hapless ship be- neath the waters of the river at the foot of Dunderberg. is moreover. how he turned pirate himself." and where "Kidd's Plug ClifF" is still shown as a repository of his golden hoard. whence was recovered of the sea by the government. Vague stories of the terrible captain still echo among well's the Highlands of the Hudson.prey upon the pirates of the Indian Ocean.

The clouds roll black where her helmsman steers. She comes from the capes of Labrador. Her lanterns gleam with the wan corpse-light. The silent shapes on her main-deck's height Are of Hudson old and his mutineers. IS3 ] . Through the death-white glides. fleet of the North she And the fisher-craft of the mist-hung shore close in port Keep when the Storm Ship [ rides. Her masts are wraiths of the Baltic firs.THE STORM SHIP sails are wove of the fogs that flee. The phosphor-glow of a sultry sea Her Is the only foam that her forefoot stirs.

— rolled And. "She comes in chase —no flag displayed. ho!" the chorus rang." "A The sail to windward. ho! a sail!" cried. the chain-shot flew. The lookout from the foretop captain heard that boding hail. Let beggars fight and cowards hang! shall live like lords. He gripped the cutlass at his side. Yet cut the mainmast through and through. Belike a war-ship of the Crown Run out the starboard carronade And send her mainmast toppling down!" The gunner aimed and well he could. "Westward. "Our hatches brim with But we precious store. ashore.— Full-crammed with Eastern silk — and gold A guilty treasure. [IS4] . The linstock blazed. won amid Red wrack and slaughter ^homeward The pirate craft of Captain Kidd. It — brought no crash of rending wood.

The breeie was voiceless in her shrouds. And. stiff Yet mast and spars stood and strong. like a red-hot cannon-ball. Up Hudson's glamour-haunted stream. They swept the shores of Tappan Zee left astern. And underneath That drumly the darkening skies vessel bowled along. No murmur in her bellied clouds Of canvas. beneath a murky pall. The crew stood silent on her deck. gray without a fleck. The The sullen sun in skies of lead Revealed. livid faces of the dead! Round spun the wheel! In panic.It cut the mast before their eyes. a rising gale behind. Was Beneath the heights of Tarrytown. fled. [iSS] . blind To They all but that dread shape abeam. Proud Mannahatta's island key The sun went down.

[iS6] . the Devil's Race. Whose Around the frowning mountain boiled That swirling ebb.They drove across the sea-broad sweep That laps the hills of Haverstraw To Dunderberg's enchanted steep goblins keep the vale in awe. In vain the tide-held pirate toiled! While onward drove the wraith in chase.

Her n^sts are wraiths of the Baltic firs. his Her ghostly captain waved hand And Dunderberg was ringed with flame! Red levin smote the buccaneer. a blackened name. — And he that 'scaped the Was spared to sound For him a dungeon's flame and wave the depths of shame.— New horror froze the cutthroat band. Her sails are wove of the fogs that flee. mad with fear. crackling flame-tongues searched the hold. The pirates plunged in headlong The flight. Her kindled rigging lit the night. A felon's death. And helter-skelter. a wild turmoil Of smoke and foam and Hudson rolled Above a wealth of blood-won spoil. The phosphor-glow Is the only of a sultry sea forefoot stirs. foam that her [157] . For. living grave. A rending crash. as the phantom closer came.

where the Storm Ship IiS8] . it's gale sides. sail! run for port with a thrice-reefed rich For the waves wax rides.When she lays her head to the whooping And the corpse-light flares on her lofty Oh.

strife low The hand-line stings. in frenzied The flashing bluefish leaps —for life! [IS9] .OFF FIRE ISLAND With snapping flag against the gray. Our little sloop is running free Before the Dawn awakes the sea. The west wind strains The foam's above the the bellied sail. lee-rail. With plunging bows awash with spray.

the Forest Preacher. The farms flourished farmers prospered. and sometimes. becoming too they were properly as proud in their rebuked prosperity. from the region of the Tappan Zee. by such wandering men of God Overbeck. immigration was encouraged and new farming and the communities gathered along the quiet reaches of the Hudson.THE THANK-OFFERING UNDER the rule of the English governors. [160] .

Heap your tithes of all His Round His altar-place. Bent his silvered head: "Harvest yields for every creature Food in store. "Ye that know your Lord is.THE THANK-OFFERING OvERBECK. Witnessing His grace." giving Ere November breezes blowing Bared the silver birch. [i6i] . the Forest Preacher. Harvest-plenty overflowing Filled the little church. living." he said.

Gretel Baiter. Boastful Gert Von Horn county Swore no Equaled croft in all the his for corn. All was set before the altar. Housewives showed in oaken caskets Butter firm and good. and poor. When across the moor Crept the widow. Children brought in birchen baskets Nuts of copse and wood. "She! that earns with Scant enough to all her labors live. Helped and clothed by kindly neighbors What hath she to give?" [162] . bent. Wrinkled. Peter Smit his orchard's bounty.— Farmer-folk in pleasant parley Praised the crops they'd reared — Dirck Van Brunt his sheaves of barley Yellow as his beard.

my friends. Oh. behold the widow's All the world — treasure!" drew near. Raised his noble head: "She. Loveth God." [163] . Just an earthen cruse. Just a little earthen measure Filled with water clear. upon it Writ Yea".— "Come." he said. "What Humble 12 are treasures proudly tendered? Dross before His throne! offerings. humbly rendered. not I. shall be your teacher. the Forest Preacher." Overbeck. alone. in letters plain all and her world might con it "God be thanked for rain.

Here's to the arm that mowed! Blest with the choice of blessings Are orchard and hill and plain — The blessing of Grapes and Apples. to the rake that harrowed.SAXON HARVEST HEALTH Here's to the plow that furrowed. The blessing of Sheaves of Grain. Here's Here's to the hand that sowed. [164] .

before operations changed its rounded outline.TUBBY HCX)K ABOUT two-thirds of a mile below Spuyten •** Duyvil. across the at the old settlement of carries Inwood from picnic-parties is where the Fort Lee ferry Hudson to the Palisades. And as the the narrator extends back to the time Street was 'way memory of "when Canal his authority down to the Battery. there filling-in its a rock-edged cape which. by its appearance alone justified Hoeck" After Cape of the Tub "Tubby Hook." ^the — old Diitch name of "Tobbe now rendered — much lips inquiry I finally learned from the bearded of an old settler the true explanation of this promising name." is on legendary matters plainly indisputable. [165] .

She loved her husband.— TUBBY HOOK Mevrouw von Weber was brisk though fat. here's the rub Beyond all conscience she loved her tub! She rubbed and scrubbed with strange delight. walls and chimneypiece fairly shone. She scrubbed and rubbed from morn till night. She loved her neighbor. skirts were starched so they stood alone! [i66] . Her earthly hope Was Her Her placed in soap. she loved her cat. but.

Without a sound She flaunted round And took her tub to the river strand.! By mop and duster and broom she swore. She scrubbed the Until she wore floor The oak in channels from door to door. let But when the sud of her washtub churned On Easter Sunday! —the — earthworm turned." quoth "Let labor be! This day when all of the world's at feast in Thou'lt wash no more my house. her scrub through the livelong week. followed in dark dismay. her husband. "Nay. "I'll wash and wash till the Judgment Day!" [167] . he. The flood she reveled in never ebbed. at least!" She stopped her toil at her lord's command. was mild and meek. vrouw. who Could hear her vow. His angry vrouw. And hill to dale Retold the tale That both her hands and her feet were webbed Now He Hans. Where Hans.

) And And every witch in a washtub sat. (They ride the waters. She waved them back with a soapy hand. shell to bale. They hailed the vrouw on her spit of sand. That steered the course with a supple A A A A shift for sail.Along a river that leaped in flame The Sailing Witches of Salem came. Wherever the Duyvil hath work to do. "This dame is sworn to a goodly task! [168] . Cried one whose face was a Chinese mask. tkread ta r»ef when the wind blew stroag. every witch had a coal-black cat tail. that evil crew. kroeni to whurry the bark along.

all. never rest While day and night She bends her might To scrub the fur of a black cat white! When down The waves the river the norther scuds are flecked with the rising suds. friends that ride on the crested swell.— — Come. Good housewives And That take this truth from a ragged song super-cleanliness may go wrong! 1 169] . roll When clouds black as a Dutchman's hat You'll hear the wail of the injured cat! So heed her fall. till the Judgment Day!" With cries to Satan and Beelzebub They shaped the cape like an upturned tub! Beneath its dome and the shifting sands That busy vrouw at her washtub stands. We'll charm the spot with a lasting spell That here she'll stay And And scour away.

one of these. in proud elation. Upon a northward promontory The "House of Blazes" stands in pride- A tavern famed in local story. And bitter grief and consternation That missive catised in Patrick's home! "Och! Mother av the Saints in glory!" The wail arose as Nora read: "Sure. Despatched a letter o'er the foam. Pathrick's gone to purgathory! He niver wrote that he was dead! [170] . Where grimy furnace-men Now.THE HOUSE OF BLAZES {A Modern Legend of Spuyten Duyail) Where Spuyten Duyvil's waves environ Manhattan's stern and rock-bound shore With fume and flame of molten iron A foundry's chimneys blaze and roar. abide.

dwelling in the House av Blazes. And I'm ahl me mates is mighty civil. And right forninsi the Spittin' DiviW" [171] .' Sez he. 'though somewhat warrm I feel Wid heapin' coal to feed the fire An' makin' pies av red-hot steel.'"Me job is ahl I c'uld desire. "'The boss is jist the kind that plazes.

under the Administration of Gov. John Peter Zenger. "Shall the press be [172] . an Philadelphia. trial But on the day of the old and eminent law- Andrew Hamilton. yer from undertook the defense. "Shall not the oppressed have even the right to complain?" he demanded. Will- ^ iam Cosby. were expelled from the bar. publisher of New York Weekly Journal. The proceedings were conducted Zenger's attorneys with the greatest unfairness.ZENGER THE PRINTER TN The 1735. was prosecuted satirical for libel mainly because of a bitter review of Cosby's corrupt government that had appeared in his paper.

first This was the successful assertion of the liberty of the prosg at a time when in the cities of Europe and America thought and speech were severely restricted.silenced that evil governors may have their way?" Although the chief justice charged the jury to convict on the ground that an attack on a gov- erning official was libelous whether the statements made "Not therein were true or false. [173] . the jury boldly disregarded the charge and declared the defendant guilty" amid the cheers of the audience.

lip. Shouting for right in the market-place. page by page. Phrasing the wrath of the curling Wrongfully haled through the public street. Deaf to a sycophant Council's rage. through storm and stress. WrathfuUy flung on the dungeon floor. Telling of tyranny's foul disgrace. Showing how justice was bought and sold. Scourging with irony's stinging whip. Grimly he published that galling sheet Out "through the hole in the prison door. Rousing the spirit that never dies. Speaking the truth in a world of lies! Vexing the governor's pampered fold.ZENGER THE PRINTER Zenger the Printer." [174] . Doggedly toiled at his wooden press Building his monument.

stress Soft be his slumber. the wholesome laws! Vain was the governor's heavy grudge! Gallant old Hamilton pled his cause: "Men Say! of Manhattan! your fateful word Curses or blesses the coming time! — shall the downtrodden if die unheard? What of your freedom Truth be crime!" Nobly the men of a free-born Cleaving the truth-teller's strain plea. a fearless press! [I7S] .—— Vain were the wiles of a Twisting to evil servile judge '. Through storm aind Guard we the prize of the fight he won Bulwark of Freedom. Answered the note of that noble futile chain free! Freeing the weapon that made them Zenger the Printer — his work is done.

And Hudson On wampum belt the breast of the strong. red hills. Where mainsail flaps and heaves like a fills.THE RIVER What may Ere the gray gull know high the rolling sun is Of the wakened world below His road in the winnowed sky? The song of the crowded streets. Where the smoke-wreaths the lift and melt. tryst of ships where the river meets the gladdened sea. The throng of The The burst of the wharf and quay. What may the nighthawk view As To the great the wings cleave their way Through the gemmed [176] arc's deeper blue haunt of his midnight prey? .

And the flash of the green abeam. and spars. And the glow-worm glare of the dragon That glide on the sable stream. shrouds.The fairy lamps that show 'On masthead. craft [^77] . And the flare of red abaft. lights of the The million town that glow Like a bank of welded stars.

^ — BUTTERMILK CHANNEL- "DUTTERMILK CHANNEL" ^ is the still attached to the strait between name Red Hook on the Brooklyn shore and Governor's Island. with other produce. indicate that the sportively name was sometimes applied to the [178] . however. Other legends. the country wives it were wont to bring across in fleets of market-boats on their way to New York. Some hold that the passage was so called because of the buttermilk which.

broader passage of the East River. 13 1 179] . and there tale to the effect that it is a commemorates the re- sourcefulness of the adventurous daughter of a Long Island farmer when overtaken by a sudden storm that raised a great commotion in the nar- row channel.

BUTTERMILK CHANNEL
"Pray
tarry,

Nancy Blossom,
freight of corn-in-silk

With your

And your chickens and your cheeses And your cans of buttermilk!
Wait the morning -with your
Bid that lazy darky Mingo
gossip

In her cabin on the strand;

Draw

the market-boat to land;

For the river channel's brawling.

And the windy heavens frown, And you'll never reach Manhattan
'Fore the sun goes down!"

But Nancy had her errand

And

the market wouldn't wait,

So she oared the heavy wherry

Through the currents of the

strait.

Then the tempest broke above

her!

And the chickens squawked And the little darky Mingo
[i8o]

in fright;

Fairly turned from black to white

As he

chattered, "Laws-a-massy!
dis nigger

Wuz
Oh,

bawn

to

drown?

we'll

nebber reach Manhattan

'Fore de sun goes down!"

Then

she cuffed that

little

darky

Till she

taught him to behave;

And they poured a can of buttermilk Upon the saucy wave; And the roughness of the channel Grew as smooth as watered silk,
As the angry
tide

was tempered
in safety

By

the mildness of the milk.

So they made the land

'Mid the cheers of half the town
In the harbor of Manhattan
'Fore the sun went down.

When the bleak nor'easter blusters. When the summer tempests roar
And
their host of prankish goblins
shore,

Bend the masts along the

When the wind-lashed wave is Down the river to the Bay,

scurried

How

the surges of the channel

Froth and foam with milk and whey, [i8i]

All to honor

Nancy Blossom
Manhattan

Who
When

achieved this high renown
she crossed to old

'Fore the sun went down!

[182]

A CITY GARDEN
Sun-warmed, where Hudson meets
the sea.

My

motley-blossomed croft

is

sown

A

desert

inn that cheers the bee

Astray amid our wastes of stone

Where pansies Where
lilies

raise their velvet heads.

nod

to

hollyhocks

Across the sweet-alyssum beds;

And

tiger-bells

and

four-o' clocks.

Right neighborly, together grow


and white;

The wild and tame,

the red

And

here I spend the hour of glow
bats bring in the night.

Ere moths and

And

here

my

chair's

a ducal throne;

I rule a fief in Fairyland,

Though scarce

to

any

serf is

known

My

puissant, scepter-wielding hand.

[183]

Unchecked, his subterrene abode

That Earth-gnome

Worm may
Ogre Toad

dig with zeal.

Nor

shall

I balk

the

Who marks him

Jor a horrid meal!

Those gay Zingaras of the breeze.

The air-delighting

Butterflies,
trellised

Have come

to

woo

my

peas

That mock

so well their

forms and dyes.

I know yon dart of emerald

light

That shakes the arbor's dewy shower!

The Humming-bird, bold errant knight.
Is tilting with the trumpet-flower!

Unthanked, unknown,

aloof, benign.

By wayward whim
The

alone controlled,

Like him that ruled in ease divine
careless, lawless

Age

of Gold,

So do I hold Saturnian reign
Till one transcending day,

I ween.

Shall welcome

to

My

Suzeraine

her leal
the

domain

Faery Queen.

[184]

BOWLING GREEN
'T'HE
^
Its

little

half-acre park on lower

Broadway
First

just north of the identity through

Custom-House has preserved

many

vicissitudes.

an

Indian camping-site and council-place, then part of
a parade-ground, next a bowling-green,

and

finally,

though under widely varied auspices, a park for
the privileged few or the general public,
it

has

been intimately connected with

many

of the most

significant events of the city's history.

Known
tion,
it

in the earliest

days as the "plain before

the fort" and even then largely devoted to recrea-

was

in

the year of Washington's birth

leased for the consideration of "one peppercorn per

annum"

to three gentlemen "in order to
It

make

a

Bowling Green there."

was thus the first officially
In 1772
as
it is

authorized park in the city.
in the diary of

described
ellipsis

John Adams

"A beautiful

of land, railed in with solid iron, in the center

of which

is

a statue of his majesty on horseback,

very large, of solid lead gilded with gold, standing

[185]

leaden statue that a few years later was pulled down by his Majesty's rebellious subjects and run into bullets dedicated to the discomfiture of his Majesty's troops. but rights tradition has it that the iron up- were formerly surmounted with decorative crowns which were broken off by the throned mob that de- the leaden statue of his Majesty King III. the green is The railing that still surrounds said to be the original fence mentioned by Adams. very high."' It was this. George ti861 .on a pedestal of marble.

a breathing-place For dusty toil. Before the northward sally-port The soldiers Of men that —a gallant breed held the Yankee. Rule prince or people. Where now De Peyster's image stands The simple sachems gave their lands For trinkets —easy victims fit For such as crafty Minuit. city's rise. [187] . Swede. Next rose Kryn Frederyck's bastioned drilled fort. And here his dark-eyed children played. Bowling Green here. it roll Unchanged spreads a verdant scroll for Whereon is writ. king or queen.BOWLING GREEN A PLEASANT breadth of open space though ages In wastes of stone. The legend of a Still knowing eyes. The Red Man lit his council-flame To plan the hunt or ambuscade. For Dutchman came. before the is Bowling Green.

bringing in the May. in And loyers rambled hand hand Till English guns in churlish rage Knelled out our city's Golden Age. and they come! [i88] . Alluring sport-delighting souls To cast the jack and hurl the bowls. sage and bland. Then. hot rebellion spurned the Crown horse and king went crashing down. Stout Peter stumped on timber leg. Here drovers sold the flock's increase. with dances gay And garlands." Van Twiller broached the foaming keg.— And Weckquaesgeek in high di. The sullen savage sued for peace. as loyal hearts decreed. Peace! The see! British drum Hath beat retreat. The young folk came. King George bestrode a leaden Till steed. then "The Plaine. Upon this level. And Thrice welcome. While elders nodded. richly turfed and weeded clean. And here.sdain. The gentry laid the level green.

scene. strong of limb and stout of soul. While. whipped the Redcoat Grenadiers stride is With swinging all come marching in.—— — With heads erect and muskets true The tattered troops in bufF and blue The men that crossed the Delaware And trapped the Hessian in his lair The men of York. knows the visions. [189] . and tears And The joys of thrice a hundred years. of Monmouth plain. Who Who And fought the war of seven years. Who marched with Greene. Unchanged amid a changing city's heart is Bowling Green. the air wild with din. strifes. who charged with Wayne. And It Irving loved its hallowed spell. and Fulton knew it well. Van Arsdale climbs the well-greased pole And wrenches down the crimson rag And sets on high the starry flag! This bit of turf that woos the sun The stately step of Washington Hath pressed.

.

Periods .

.

when. on September landing at Kip's 15. [193] . is Dutch "the Incleberg.MARY MURRAY OF MURRAY "DELMONT" •*— HILL was the name given by Lindley ' Murray as to his mansion that stood on the height called by the now known of what Street. enabled Aaron Burr to withdraw Silliman's brigade and Knox's artillery from a perilous position in the city to the southward. A picturesque tradition that the strategic hospitality of Mary Murray." in the neighborhood now Park Avenue and Thirty-seventh estate lay in the direct line of march The Murray of the British forces under Sir William Howe. 1776. they advanced across the island and northward the wake of the retells treating Americans. having effected a Bay on the East River about in Thirty-fourth Street." but "Murray Hill. Putnam and' delaying the British general.

With glimmer of steel and victorious The hills of Manhattan re-echoed their tread The conquering march The Lady ken. of Belmont looked south to the sea. Manhattan's green valleys were spread to her "And whose may that column of riflemen be hillside. anew He To carries the scars of the Indian But where may the doughty old hero win through Washington's Heights ? army encamped [194] on the . And on came the gallant battalions in red cheers.— MARY MURRAY OF MURRAY HILL The Lady of Belmont looked out to the east: The smoke of the battle was wafted aside. of the King's Grenadiers. The shattering roar of the cannon had ceased. Now plain on the now hid in the glen ?" to dangers fights! '"Tis Putnam's! Gray Putnam. The British flotilla swept over the tide.

.

.

if thou wilt." she cried. 'Tis Howe must be halted. stood the glittering ranks) He bowed And to the lady in homage profound. Then sit. if thou wilt. moves the army of Howe Then Howe must be halted whatever the cost! No valor can save the old general now. at a true rebel's board And taste. tidings. the laurel is gained. 1 197] . or Putnam is lost!" The Lady of Belmont came down from her tower As Howe at her gateway his battle-steed reined. When up rode an orderly spurring in haste: ill "111 tidings. "for an hour! warfare Is over.— . In phrases right courtly he spake her true thanks. barring his path. at his word. long had he tarried her bounty to taste. rich For was her larder and merry was she. of our good rebel fare. friends with since thou hast conquered my the sword. The meed of a victor must fall to thy share." Then light laughed Sir William and leaped to the ground (And still. Sir William!" cried he. Sir William. "For. "Now Thy "And rest thee.

fear full knightly. his flag with its evergreen pine. the crafty old fox. flaunting Is off" at our Vanguard. but sweetly he smiled. I The fox stole away as the hounds were beguiled. And murmured. to the rebels encamped on the rocks!" Oh. thy bounty hath cost us too dear!" [ 198 ] ."For Putnam hath line! slipped through the gap in our He snapped And. Kind hostess. wroth was Sir William. "Fair Lady.

A better friend than you. my jo. We've had our little tiffs. What bunglers we have been! For I'm a bungler. When said and done. John. all is my jo. John.UNCLE SAM TO JOHN BULL John Bullihins. We've known each other long. John. John. John. I've nursed a high regard for you. my jo. John. And often thought you wrong. John Bullikins. John. Where men may I wouldn't lose freely grow. John. closer kin. Bullikins. — Which makes us \ 199 . You've planted noble realms. you for John Bullikins. whether friend or foe. the world. John John my jo. Bullikins. I've sometimes thought you right. my jo. Is not beneath the sun. Yet. too.

my jo.^e'll somehow blunder through. John Bullikins. Then humbly toe will go To school together. John. hand in hand. l2CX)] .

upon the hills extending south from West Thirtieth Street.the Revolution have generally underestimated the importance of the Battle of Haarlem Heights." this skirmish it While main an affair of outposts. was the [ first ] fight in which the 201 . the lively encounter between detachments of the King's troops and Washington's forces.HAARLEM HEIGHTS TJ ISTORIANS of. olis One Hundred and now sometimes called the "Acropwas in the of New York. 1776. September i6.

[202] . though barren of direct to the disheartened results.American* defeated their opponents in the open field. jind the victory. was an inspiration soldiers and was hailed by them as an earnest of ultimate success.

King George. Though Peace may lag and Fortune flag. The fight's as good as won. Despite your hireling band! Our 'prentice lads have borne Our farmer boys will stand! a brunt. 1776. [203] . They've turned! they've fought! Good-by. We've made them yield in open field! We've seen the Redcoats run! Our Rangers sallied forth at dawn With Knowlton at their head To rout the British pickets out And 'change a pound o' lead.HAARLEM HEIGHTS Captain Stephen Brown of Knowlton's Connecticut Rangers tells of the affair of September 1 6.

the Light-armed Corps Were hot upon our track. Along the vale of Bloomingdale They pressed our scant array. away!" Their buglers. [204] . sound of shame! It woke a flame In every sunburnt face. eighteenscore. They swarmed the crag and jeered our Across the Hollow Way. And every soul was hot as coal To cleanse the foul disgrace. Oh. back For. Ay. In boastful vaunt and bitter taunt Brayed forth the hunting-call.We gave them eight brisk rounds apiece fighting. some that blenched on Brooklyn Heights And fled at Turtle Bay Fair wept for wrath. flag Their flankers hooted. from thp wall. "Hark. and thronged my path And clamored for the fray. hurried And.

— Our general came spurring! (There rolled a signal drum). To round the braggart And take him in the Briton's flank rear. sword The sword of Bunker Hill. His eye was bright. we scaled the fell. And up When. The pick of green Connecticut And Leitch with Weedon's band Of tall Virginia riflemen. but dauntless still. crackling sharp along the scarp. And down went Leitch of Weedon's band Deep hurt. A deadly volley rang. he reared his height. the word to Knowlton led our own command. [205] in hand- . Free hunters of the deer. the crest we sprang. He knew He gave That the time had come. We left the dell. And down went Knowlton.

lead About the Dutchmen's They buckled front to Varnum's brunt. But as this lay. Death-wounded he "Lead on the fight! My hurt If Freedom win the day!" is light In open rank we struck their flank. We We crumpled up their And. And oh! the fight was hot! Up eame the Hessian Up came the kilted Up came But the Yagers. driving back the crimson wrack.I raised his head. swept along the height. Scot. men of Linsingen. The helmet Is of the Hessian in the tumbled wheat! The tartan of the Highlander Shall be his winding-sheet! [206] . right. Von Donop's Grenadiers! swift we sped the whistling ears. he said.

In goodly case seemed to chase again! Our "hunters" home We flaunted in their faces flag The they thought to scorn. From orchard. war Desert this island that ledge remains the pledge will claim That we our own! [207] . it and glen.In mingled rout we drove them out field. And left them with a wild "Hurrah!" To choke their hunting-horn! Upon a ledge embattled Above the river strand We dug the grave for Knowlton And Leitch of Weedon's band. And though our Upon star through stress of throiie.

When armies met in battle-shock. A virgin fortress still I stand. When smoke of navies rolled afar. For. Awaiting war that never came. Unmarked the leafy marvel grew. while my gloomy watch I stood. [208] . I frowned with guns awaiting war. hostile flame.THE BLOCK-HOUSE IN THE PARK The North Wind storms my rugged front. unscathed by I guard a gate of Fairyland. the mystic Behind me spread wood — A place of dreams where dreams are true. knew the crashing brunt Of musketry or cannon-ball. The ivy scales I never my southern wall. But now. Men made me strong on living rock.

Where boyish cohorts. where brown bees hum. Deploy beneath the friendly trees To take my cliffs by escalade.Where low winds move Where Where lilacs breathe. tell the tasseled fir. these! May all their wars be such as [209] . undismayed. lovers talk of days to come. Where old men of days that were.

and Wayne's calm courage is shown by premo- the fact that he led the storming party in person in spite of a strong. that Wayne was a strategist as well fighter. . as a dashing His most brilliant exploit. the storming of Stony Point. though happily false. him the headlong courage. was carefully planned and perfectly executed. Anthony Wayne strongly objected characteristic of fact." is said him by a grumbling to have been Irish soldier It is certain fastened upon whom he had severely disciplined. his to a nickname imputing to rash. title. Gen. nition that he would be killed in the attack. before and since.THE STORMING OF STONY POINT TIKE many •'"' another good soldier. As a matter of popular "Mad Anthony.

THE STORMING OF STONY POINT
Highlands of Hudson! ye saw them
Night on the
pass.

stars of their battle-flag,

Threading the maze of the dark morass

Under the frown of the Thunder Crag;
Flower and pride of the Light-armed Corps,

Trim
Silent,

in their trappings of BufF

and Blue,

they skirted the rugged shore,
in the promise of

Grim

work

to do.

"Cross ye the ford to the moated rock!
Let not a whisper your march betray!

Out with the

flint

from the musket-lock!

Now!

let

the bayonet find the way!"

"Halt!" rang the

sentinel's challenge clear.

Swift came the shot of the waking foe.

Bright flashed the ax of the pioneer

Smashing the
15

abatis,

blow on blow.

[-211]

Little

they tarried for British might!

Little they recked of the

Tory

jeers!

Laughing, they swarmed to the crested height.
Steel to the steel of the Grenadiers!

Storm King and Dunderberg! wake once more.
Sentinel giants of Freedom's throne,

Massive and proud! to the eastern shore
Bellow the watchword:

"The

fort's

our own!"

Echo the cannon's triumphant
Shout for the hero who led

peal!
his

band.

Swept on a billow of burnished

steel

Over the parapet, "spear

in

hand!"

[212]

Co
55

e
9"

O

8.3

OLD TRINITY
This was a merchant, and that was a
belle.
fell.

There

lies

a statesman-^-you know how he

Under

that

monument fronting

the street

Rests the young sailor, who, spurning defeat.

In a

lost battle,

and with
to

his last prayer

Gave us a watchword

challenge Despair.

Tory and Patriot camp side by side;
Truce of the turf
to their

rancor and pride!

Look toward

the river.

The stone

at

your feet

Shelters a blade of his Majesty's fleet.

Gallant

and gay, when
city,

the red-coated leaven

Troubled our

in 'seventy-seven.

What More

of his ending?

that is silence)

— —a

{the daisies

may know

word and a blow!

[2IS]

Then, a locked room in the tavern, the gloom
Flickered with candles; the whisper of doom;

Bicker and ring of encountering

steel,

Panting of bosoms,

the

stamp of

the heel.

Feint, circle, parry, lunge, counter,

and

carte!

Dead!

like

a man, with a thrust through the heart!

What was

the cause?

Ah, you question in vain!

Dorothy, Annabel, Phyllis, or Jane,

Queen of assemblies and

toast of the bold.

Somewhere she slumbers in Trinity's mold.

Search in your heart if you seek

That which

is

hidden!

to

descry

the passions that lie

Buried in Earth with her grasses above
Sorrow and Ecstasy, Hatred and Love.

[2X6]

swimmer little in summer and the called This lake was by the Dutch "Kalch Hoeck. was a place of pure delight. It darken the fair fame of the little was whispered that the pond was bottomless and that uncanny monsters lurked to seize the in its dark depths. Abuse and neg- [217] . but. century a smoke-breathing monster did indeed swim upon the surface of the lake. ready story that unwary bather —a was countenanced by several Early in the last fatalities. it and later. by the EngOriginally the Fresh Water or Collect Pond." because of the vast quantity of shells that lined its shores. lish. for it was here that Robert Fulton launched first the model of his steamboat.THE FATE OF THE HESSIAN A ' ^7 HERE " the City Prison now frowns upon skater Center Street a beautiful pond once allured the angler and in winter. ill-omened rumors spread to inland sea. perhaps because of sinister incidents such as the hanging of some of the alleged participants in the Negro Plot on the island in its center.

'?'"./*^pw!ff«= lect finally changed the once bright sheet of water into a foul and evil-odored pool. [218] . and about i8lo the Collect Pond was drained and filled in and dis- appeared from the city map. to be recalled only in a few traditions such as that which foUowp.

The scorn of the Briton who gives him his pay. and hair in pomade And powder schelm! —as proud as a Prussian? —the Who ruffles with bullies and frightens Who growls at the tavern. The tyrant and dread of the Tory recruits. The bugbear of children.THE FATE OF THE HESSIAN A Who Legend or the Collect Pond blusters along with his clattering blade. Friedrich von Heusen. [219] . the Hessian chas- seur. With blackened mustaches. In green regimentals and brass-fronted helm. who shrink from the way And quake at the creak of his heavy-soled boots. gruff-voiced " Sturmwetter un Hagel! schnapps?" Schnell! the fops? as a bear: Hier mit mein Why.

centering As Friedrich glanced out toward its isle He spied in the thicket. Where poor. A form. to the north of the town claimed A lake that was loved by the angler. and then shalt thou pay!" [220] . come hither. half hidden from view. for monsters unnamed its Arose from the depths of bottomless caves. "Ho. thy prison's forlorn.— ! For foul are the rumors that darken the door Of Sugar-House Prison that Keep of Despair. captive rebels are dead by the score In Friedrich the Jailer's benevolent care! — The Hessian caroused Stole over the rose at the inn till the gray where the sun had gone down. fields Then strolled through the to the Collect that lay Embosomed in meads. I say! Thy comrades are lonely. No? Dummkopf! I'll fetch thee. worn and wasted and lean as a In rags of rebellion —the BuflF and the Blue. file. "thy garments are torn Thou runaway rebel. who But shunned The crimson-flecked trout of its crystalline waves. after twilight. kerl !" jeered the jailer.

fold on fold. then ceased and were The ripple was hushed on the shell-littered shore.He cast down his helmet in ireful haste. sword to his waist. The waters. camp. as black as the glass of Lorraine. He kicked off his jack-boots. The bubbles still. The darkness descended on river and hill. resistless as Fate A He huge scaly arm strained his thews. Fright-stricken. And field. and prison knew Friedrich no more! [221] . girding the big-hilted coat. remorseless as Hate A great. sobbing. screamed in his madness. Were stirred from their depths with a heave and a roll. rose. He splashed in the lake with a curse in his throat. he tore off his And. the Hessian surged forward —in toll! vain! The Fiend of the Collect had come for his He struggled. but silent. evil claw gripped his throat in its hold.

While some but taste a stirrup-cup. to breathe or tighten girth. At that old inn yclept "The Earth. bides a day. And some And some His have ease and ample fare.THE INN: AN OLD EPITAPH Post-haste we ride the road of men From shadow But through to shade again. find little comfort there." to There some delay dine and sup. [222 ] . rein. to score is large who Who soonest goes hath least pay.

In fact. Yet the Dyckmans appear to have been the stronger breed. For a time the feeling aroused by this episode was so bitter that the transaction of public business fusal of the was hampered by the sit re- heads of the two houses to on the same administrative board. and the second generation of both clans was reared under the same roof. Jan Dyckman of his late feudal brother. in 1689. soon healed. and ruled in neighborly amity save for the ruled comparatively brief duration of a feud arising from a violation of manorial ethics goose strayed into the ten —the Nagel bit- Dyckman com and was by the Dyckman dog. The original Dyckman homestead was burned [223] during the Revo- . and "Dyckman" still remains a name to conjure by in northern Manhattan.THE DYCKMAN HOUSE IVTORTH ^ ' of the line of Dyckman Street to Spuyten Duyvil Kill stretched the domain by the dynasties of Jan Dyckman and Jan Nagel. a But the breach was married the widow year after the death of Nagel.

restored and converted into a public memorial of the past through the generosity of the inheritors of the Dyckman blood and spirit. [224 J . but the farm-house built by William Dyckside of man and war and his sons in 1783 on their return from the Broad- exile still stands on the west way at Two Hundred and Fourth Street.lution.

Took the field. They did their part as a thing of course. strong. Cleared the soil. the first of the Dyckman his strain. In Charles the Second's jovial reign. Well the Dyckman race had sped. Forth they sallied. Killed the wolves in their rocky Turned the loam with Full a hundred years iron shares. ruddy. and hardy brood lairs.— THE DYCKMAN HOUSE Plain as the brass of an old sword-hilt Is the tale of the house that the Dyckmans built. Fair-haired. and his three good sons Marched along with their flintlock guns William. head of the [225] . broad their farms When Freedom called true men to arms. had fled. and shrewd. Jan. Dyckman clan. Sweet their orchards. boy and man. They nursed no doubts of the need of force.

in Burned was the home which they grew. and then The Dyckmans came to their own again. Through the war with its changing tides The Dyckmans fought Their chronicles in the gallant Guides. set their orchard trees. The Dyckman breed were men of force. . too. paid that score. tell And yellowed. And how young William Peace at last! —In full retreat Sounded the tramp of Quitting the alien feet isle we love. may still be found In the blood-stained roll of the Neutral Ground. aged thirteen. — But the camping foe had left their land Bare as the back of a baby's hand. Again they plowed their wasted Again they [226] leas. time-worn records How sturdy Raiding the Abraham Dyckman fell. camp of De Lancey's corps. They took their task as a thing of course.Abraham bold and Michael keen And blithe young William. Waste were the fields and the orchards.

The faith that each man owes to all. They raised the framework. Be strong." [227] . clear-eyed men Shall look the world in the face again. For in this brave old house survives The lesson blazed by its builders' lives: "Be true. whate'er befall.With toughened timbers. Long may it stand A monument for coming years Of the last of the flower of the pioneers. Of this old house. Then. for strength shall purge you dear Of all mean hatreds born of Fear. A 16 race of clean-limbed. should the years that hither press Bring other days of storm and stress. and keep. strongly planned. From tumbled barn and ruined byre. marked by fire.

a saber. All Boy in his laughter^ He fronted. A comrade. Beloved as no other! [228] . A storm-battling cedar. Undaunted in labor {And Death was a Steel-true as trifle). unruing.OUR COLONEL Deep loving. A heart overflowing With measureless kindness. rifle. The Now and Hereafter. well knowing its His world and blindness. a brother — Oh. Direct as a All Man in his doing. such was our leader.

When wrongs cry for righting No odds shall appal us. cowboys or doughboys. But always "Come. We'll follow his drum. honest fighting Again he will call us. Who never said. or in war-time. His courage remade Whose tongue never paltered. And. His hand on your shoulder All honors exceeding. "Go. boys!" said. boys!" [229] .When weaker souls faltered us. In peace His word shall redouble Our strength as aforetime. Who never betrayed us. boys. To clean. What breast but was bolder Because he was leading! And still in our trouble.

The No Man's Land in between. the lovely hill-and- valley region of Westchester. Young's house was burned by the enemy. was known as "the Neutral Ground. upon De Lancey's Royal Refuge Corps encamped under the guns of Fort Number Eight on the heights overlooking the Harlem River. the following ballad tells and the tale of a retaliatory attack by the Westchester Guides and other Revolutionary forces." presumably because there was more mixed locality fighting to the square mile in else in that than anjrwhere the thirteen states. The rallying-place of the American partizans was Young's house.A RAID OF THE NEUTRAL GROUND TOURING *--' the greater part of the Revolutionary War the British lines were at King's Bridge. the Amer- ican outposts about thirty miles to the north. which commanded the road 'eading down Valley of the Nepperhan. at the upper end of Manhattan Island. not far a stone building known the as from White Plains. As the old campaigner who tells the story of the [230] .

and that the infant Republic lost much of its best Canada blood by their wholesale migration to at the close of the war. honestly devoted to their cause. well to remember that these American loyalists were. to a large extent. [231 ] . men of high principle.raid is. like all of the Revolutionary party. so bitter it is against the Tories.

Calling the word at Dyckman's Bridge. grandly free. Barring the stream to the baffled foe. grim and rough. wreck of a massive bulk. Buff.A RAID OF THE NEUTRAL GROUND "Up! bully boys of the Nepperhan! Gather! ye troopers. I 232] . Come from your farms by the Tappan Come from the Vale of Pocantico!" Dark of the moon. Fourscore men Scarred are some by the British sword. Ye of the hardy homespun clan. and shadows deep Curtain the road on field Zee. Dircksen. Laggardly watch the redcoats keep. Down in a dell by the Sawmill ford to the muster throng. Starved in the Jersey's prison hulk. Ye who have trained in the Blue and Come from the Highlands. and ridge. Scarred are some by the deeper wrong: Murdoch —he of the Monmouth fray. One of the hundreds racked away.

w § fe I- .

.

breathing . give and take the way of war. Only the owl of Mosholu we skirted by.Dyckman. led us straight There where De Lancey's Tories lay Under the guns of Number Eight. War! [235] . Blackened his Brooding and dark since the Tory flame home by is the Nepperhan. Watched us pass with Challenged us as a furtive eye. God knoweth. Blundering out to the lurid night Rally the shreds of the hated corps. Young. But the turncoat curs of the Tory corps We hate as we hate the gates of Only the beaver. tell. Speak to them! gun of the Trenton Bell-muzzled piece of the Indian fight. a vengeful man. Oh. drift of Only the stars. sunk from view. And of cloven helmets our own swords hell. "Brands!" And the bridge upon Haarlem's breast Melts in a broken chain of fire. through a gray Silently beckoning. a blazing pyre. Every hut has a flaming Every shack is crest. his dead boy's name.

we turned at our ambuscade. Traitors with blood of their country wet Ply them with rifle and musket-ball! At them with saber and bayonet! Loosen the horses! Kill Burn the hay! whom ye must and take whom ye can. Hurling the Hessians staggering back.— Reavers and harriers. [236] . Helmeted Yagers hard on our track. For the Yagers are up on the King's Bridge Way. each and all. So it's back! through the Valley of Nepperhan! Three miles up through the well-known glade. Laughing.

Cautious and wise. our country of hostile ban. while our leader planned. Judge us fairly. Held him at bay. for the final blow. Peace rules the Vale of the Nepperhan. [237] . Freed is if judge ye may.Dark were our deeds of the steel and brand? Aye. But they wearied a stubborn foe. Redcoat and Hessian have had their day.

its When From When evening brings toil sweet release cease. to The children come him. Alert alone to sell and buy.WASHINGTON IN WALL STREET Sublime. million-throated town. hears the distant. and care. wall-hid sea. Rejoicing. Our And. where traffic's billows beat A nation's wealth about his feet. But when the day grows dim. up and down. He stands. when tumults twilight crowns his brow with peace. our With rapid step tasks we ply and heedless eye. free. upon the surging street He looks benignly down. voicing passion. And. grief. He The silver chime of Trinity. in careless grace They climb the massy granite base. [238] . or glee.

or creed? to Though born wealth or born to need. By these his land shall rise or His hand outstretched above them all. they view that noble jace. From lowly hut or lordly hall — fall. They swarm the brazen knees Whose polished The gray of age surface now denies that artists prize. But more than In love of such as What matters race. art is all that lies these. or hue. Their father blesses them. Or sprung of poor plebeian seed Or proud patrician stem. [239] .Unaioed.

Street and overlooking the Hudson. and its capture by the Hessians under Rahl and Knyphausen. gave the enemy for 'the remainder [240] . Manhattan Island to of the war. 1776. after a desperate defense.FORT TRYON pORT * sixth TRYON. was the key to the northern defenses of Fort Washington. November i6. at One Hundred and NinetyFort Washington Avenue.

And we From draughts of the sparkling air the deep blue cup of sky. Again are the leaves ablaze the breast of the Palisades. loft of Again from the the wind-swept stair We watch how the drink full sea-gulls fly. The red that the woodland shows. The swell of the city's hum.FORT TRYON Again there's a golden haze On On the shadow of Hudson glades. Look north to the swelling hills And the vales of the Neutral Ground! From the Mart of the Sea where the millions To the heights in the farthest ken There is toil never a rood of the sacred soil But was bought with the blood of men. Look east to the dancing Sound. Look south where the ocean rills. Seem the garb of advancing foes And the roll of a phantom drum. [241] .

They but was theirs the blame till Who And fought their rifles choked With the reek of the darted flame? the meed of their deaths. Once more swing the hostile boats In the eddies of Haarlem Kill. See! the stainless Flag of the Clustered Stars Rides alone in a peaceful sky! [242] . And the grass-mantled battlements wake again To the whir of the musket-ball And the shouts of the Maryland Riflemen As they close with the hosts of Rahl! What need that defeat be cloaked? lost. While the Cross of the Briton floats On the ramparts of Laurel Hill. of their woes and scars Is a boon such alone could buy.The glimmer that leaps to the parapet As we look toward the Northern Town Is the shimmer of helmet and bayonet As the Hessian troops come down.

triumphant. Our Country Right or Wrong!" Commodore Stephen Decatur. April. hut. — — Virginia. Norfolk. wrong! 243 ] . The scourge of Barbary. right Then round about The the oaken board goblets leaped and rang. No mawkish qualms or doubts had they That echoed deep and strong. His — —be she "Our Country! or wrong!" Our Country!— He pledged that brilliant throng ever right. glass abrim with bubbling light. And fervent fingers pressed the sword the heroes As up sprang. from his seat the The Bayard of Sea — lion of our laureled fleet. right or t we pray. "Our Country! Our Country 17 — — ever right. Up The rose.DECATUR'S TOAST "Our Country! In her intercourse with foreign nations may she always he right. 1816.

"Our right or wrong!" [244! . Our Country'. But doubts must yield and ties must break When darkening perils throng. We strive for truth and right With honest force of heart and brain As God may give us light. their nation's woes. Country!— the sullen And when guns awake. right or wrong!" — Stanch lovers of our free domain. who.7*00 well the stifling mists they knew That dimmed the Stars we bore — The plots of banded traitors. Amid Made weightier the stress of war. Till rose the patriot song: " When face to face with foreign foes.

September most desperate fight 23. and withal a honor.a THE BALLAD OF JOHN PAUL JONES IVTO more •*^ picturesque figure ever adorned a ' quarter-deck than Commodore John Paul Jones. man most punctilious in [245] . Although some recent biographers have claimed for Jones more than history warrants. something of a diplomat. after the vessels between single on record. is no doubt that he was a dauntless strategist. there fighter. representing the a dapper commodore most ruffianly His chief exploit was the capture of the off Serapis Flamborough Head." Jones's daring cruise in British waters in 1777-78 spread a terror along the coasts utterly out of proportion to the insignificance of his force terror still — evidenced by queer old songs of the caricatures as day and grotesque rather pirate. 1779. an able an admirable seaman. whom some English writers even in recent days have insisted on miscalling a "Scotch pirate.

" He hath masted the flag of the crimson bars To dance in a gladdened sky. And the coastguards south into Humber Mouth Know the blare of the Yankee guns. When he was aware of the Serapis That floated St. He hath flaunted his rebel blazonries In the face of the stubborn king. And mickle the woe and loss. Paul Jones ever loved Benjamin Franklin. Stars. [246] . close fighting. Seas.— THE BALLAD OF JOHN PAUL JONES "For Capt. From the Frith of Forth through the startled North *rhe panic rumor runs. He had cruised that coast for a week. George's Cross. I wis. He hath claimed a salute for the Thirteen And the cannon of France reply. He hath harried the barks of the Narrow He hath trodden the Scottish ling.

And her sailors laughed: "Ho! merchant What cargo have ye got?" "Have back your jape! We ckrry grape And round and double shot!" craft. I fight 247] . They strove in night as the dragons In the darks of the churning deep. Their yards were locked as the horns of stags That war on the trampled steep. He grappled her fast to his mizzenmast. He grappled her fore and aft. And the foemen knew her plight. Then the thundering broadsides flashed and roared And the musketry sped its rain. His answer "I have not begun to fight!" rang: He veered around till his counter ground On the bows of the British craft. There was slaughter and wreck to her quarterdeck. "Have you struck?" they sang. But the second round that the Richard poured Her great guns burst amain.

[248] .' And gun kissed gun with the kiss of hate And the ban of the blazing Hp. But ever the Richard's topmen swept The decks of the shrinking foe. They won their way with the musket-play While the Briton raged below. And It shot rent through and splinters flew. was fire and flood and wrack. And the gunners leant till the rammers went Through the ports of the hostile ship. Red flame ashine on hissing brine And red blood curdling black.

And the moonlight played on the cutlass And the flame on the boarding-pike. A roar and a cry of bale. A To cheer from the Yankee tars. A roar went up from the Serapis. rolled The smoke-cloud from her shattered hold And she leaped like a wounded whale. ' Through the open keeps to the powder-heaps They hurled the loud grenade. blade A St. He hath taken his prize to the Texel Roads Where none should work him wrong. its loss. And the British arm is strong. A shout went up from the Richard's crew As they swarmed o'er the side to strike. George's Cross must own the steel of the Thirteen Stars.The sailors clung to the dizzy shrouds And spars that bent and swayed. But the British wrath is about his path. sullen hail from her quarter-deck. [249] .

stout John Paul: Will ye leave your prize where moored she lies. Or away 'neath the flag of Gaul?" '"Tis by evil chance that I leave to France What we bought But away with the blood so red. For he may not harbor there. Though her people speak him fair. and the waves threshed white 'Neath the strokes of the norther's flail. For we're up and away from the churlish bay 'Neath the bonniest flag that flies!" [250] . So choose ye.And the Land of the Fen is scant of men. murk night. He must bend his mast ere a week be past. "Oh. it's reef your sail to the sweeping gale And the threat of the wintry skies." was black as the maw of a witch's cat And the wind was a shrieking gale. we'll slip in a weaker ship With the It free stars tossed o'erhead. 'Twas a murk. "We know not your stripes and your dancing stars.

"Paul Jones!" and the world may hark While the clashing beakers peal! For he took his prize in a sinking bark By the sweep of the moonlit steel! [251] .T^iere are twoscore ships of the All alert for the rover dread. As the But the fleet may rest from a bootless quest guineas o'er. And the king tell hijs He is running free on the open sea And home to the western shore. They affront his fame with their lying blame And the taunt of "the Buccaneer"! So we'll drink. Channel Fleet And the king hath told a wealth in gold price of the "pirate's" head. Though he struck for the right and in open fight And he kept his honor clear.

She rode meet the foe When Bainbridge walked her quarter-deck A hundred years ago. Her masts were pines Her of mountain birth. sides were native oak. And fifteen stripes and fifteen stars She flaunted high in air When HuWs fierce broadsides raked the spars Of England's "Guerriere. [252] ." The school where heroes proved their worth In gale or battle smoke. sails without And proud in to a fleck.THE OLD "CONSTITUTION" Before the wind that greets the sun She bowled along in glee — The brave old ship whose cannon won The freedom of the sea.

The and old mansion was erected early in the eighteenth century by Stephen or Etienne De Lancey. but chief title to the fact that its Long Room witnessed the his generals affecting parting of Washington and at the close of the Revolution. Fraunces.FRAUNCES' TAVERN AT the comer of Broad and Pearl Streets stands ** as Fraunces* Tavern." historic gatherings Many fame is have been held within its the walls of the old house. [253] . sign later was purchased by Samuel it who opened as an inn displaying the of "Queen Charlotte. its now restored. as nearly might be. to condition in the days when head- Gen. George Washington made it his quarters.

Away Let with dust and rattling pave! all be swarded.FRAUNCES' TAVERN Restore. [ 254 ] . baldric broad With and tossing feather. The Long Room rilled when youth arid maid Went swinging down the floor together! Those heavy beams could make avow Of all the joys of dance and reel. Of flirt of fan and courtly bow And sudden glint of jealous steel. whose potent weird Recalls the Past on lagging pinion. The corbeled roof De Lancey reared What time Queen Anne maintained dominion. I How bright with silk and rich brocade. O Thought. the river's banished And call wave Again to lap a garden's rim. green and trim.

in high debate. The "Sons of Liberty" [255] assembled. And merchants met in solemn feast To ponder for the weal of trade. . Oppressed by laws of grievous weight And tyrant craft but ill dissembled. Then here the traveler reined his beast And drank his noggin in the shade. And captains. And swarthy-visaged Landlord Fraunces Displayed Queen Charlotte's pictured face To awe his guests with regal glances. And pledged the memory of him Who stormed the Heights of Abraham] In bumpers beaded to the brim With rousing punch of Rip van Dam. Within these walls.But ruthless Traffic claimed the place. Rehearsed their tales of savage warring At Frontenac and Fort Duquesne In tones that set the glasses jarring. fresh from siege and plain.

[256] .— In vain they pled for right undone! In vain. And dashing Light-Horse Harry Lee. frank and free. The leader comes to bid adieu To those who shared his wars and labors To knightly Schuyler. for hearts were stern and proud Till — rang the shot of Lexington grimly closed the battle-cloud. To rugged Morgan. void of stain. And But hark! the room resounds anew With clink of spurs and clank of sabers. To faithful Knox and fiery Wayne.

From every eye Each clasped In silent grief his chief in strong embrace.To all he pledged the cup of grace. Oh. the heroes parted. the tear-drop started. Though rust consume both sword and pen. Those ancient walls that hold enshrined The honest love of gallant men! [257] . cherish safe from force unkind.

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the Mahican-ittuck. and a version that is partly justi- fied by the observations of geologists. call which we the Hudson." had their own their noble river. those great columns and ramparts of basaltic rock that shore of the sacred stream. a principal tribe of the great Lenni-Lenape or "Original version of the origin of People.THE PALISADES 'T'HE Mahican •* or Mohegan Indians. rise on the western [261] . The legend is of the river also connected with another of the creation of the Palisades.

Fire-bom brave with verdure. forest- crowned. "Know ye why our com is golden ere the forest breaks in flame? Why our rivers leap with salmon? stirs Why our woodland with game? "Children of the Ancient People! over all your home For of is blest.THE PALISADES Hear an ancient Indian legend told in many a lodge of yore Where the great Mahican-ittuck rolls on Manna- hatta's shore. yours the best. Where across the silent river frown in furrowed lights and shades basalt. the Palisades. all the lands beneath him. Manitou loved [262] .

Spake unto the waves and calmed them. "Forced the gateway of the to the vale below hills. [263 led the I . dashing. planning for his people's good. the mystic wigwam stood Where the Mighty Spirit brooded. unrilled though forests crashed before the northern gale. river with his hand. "Envious. Spirit. isle in torrent streams. and headlong Plunged in panic. "For. "Rose in wrath the Mighty bound the evil band. stormed the Till the billows."High among flare old hills that trail knew not council- nor hunter's Slept a lake. upon a central island raised. tumbling river that —formed the caught and ye know. the Sons of Evil vexed the lake with frightful dreams white with terror.

There the Master flung his captives howling down the dismal caves. "Over them cliffs his potent magic reared the massive that stand Jailers of the Sons of Evil. changeless. matchless. nor may Ever pass the charmed ramparts by the hand of God upraised. "Hail! ye shaggy-breasted Giants. stand forever. by your lodge-flames crouching warm. "But they may not spirit evil-crazed force their prison. wardens of the favored land. Ye may hear the captives wailing to their broth- ers of the storm. "Through the bitter Moon of Snowshoes."Where the turbid waters mingled with the brine of ocean waves. rugged guards of field and glade! Tempest-quelling. unafraid!" [264] .

Over their rubble the fox-grape grows. Balanced by touch of the spruce-wood blades. [26s] . Bright in their chasms the cascades leap. Battlement.UNDI^R THE PALISADES Light as a leaf on the lifting swell. they guarded the river's flow. Up from the bosom of Chaos hurled. Poised like a javelin. the argosies come and go — like the Indian's frail canoe. column. floats my shell Under the frown of the Palisades. spire Carved by the Chisel that wrought the world. Molded were they in volcanic fire. Clear to their Dunsinane rampart sweep Bough-bearing armies of rooted foes. Summer and winter the ages through. pinnacle. Long have Watching Go.

"What is yon waif of a passing day the rill of our golden stream?" Vexing Cliffs of the eons that woo the sky. . thought.Proud in the heavens they seem to say. Furrowed with shadows of world-old Brood ye in pity on such as I? . [266] . Catching my feathering oarhlade's gleam. I fhall be deathless when ye are naught'. .

the "Duyvils' Dans-kammer. and the broken reefs that stretch from the base of Great Neck across the Sound to the mainland are to this stones. on the west shore is not far beyond Poughkeepsie. "Hell Gate" and "Spuyten limits of Duyvil" mark the eastern and northern Manhattan.THE TT may DEVIL'S STEPPING-STONES have been a too intimate acquaintance ^ with the grimmer side of Old World theology the fairest lands and waters in their that led the early settlers to give over to the powers of evil new possessions." day known as "the Devil's Stepping- [267] . Up the Hudson." the Devils' Dancing-chamber. Even placid Long Island Sound figures on old Colonial irregular. maps as "the Devil's Belt".

grimly cannon-crowned. rears a wooded mound And Schuyler. joyously we qlove clear and cold. reaching through the gentle Sound. Disputes the narrow way. plunging. Right merrily our angling throve! By noon we The waters sought a sheltered cove Where.THE A A DEVIL'S STEPPING-STONES gold. SKY of drowsy day of naught to do. [268] . a sea of blue. In pleasant waves our lines we threw At anchor Manhasset as we lay Where.

casting Waged war to gain the fertile vales that skirt the northern Sound. fair Connecticut. man came. pipes alight. Long. while all the sky was red [269] . Rehearsed a tale of In rugged lines that vainly strive to reach the northern side. Twelve days the demon strove with men. the Evil One. Then. spirit wild and Strode forth through flame around. long before the white traditions tell. There blackfish haunt. Pequot Habbamocko. and. The shell-grown ledges rear their heads above the ebbing tide. our songs were sung. that fell.Our feast we spread. at ease we flung To harken while our skipper's tongue old. and sea-bass love the shun the Devil's salty flow that drones Among the clefts —but sailors Stepping-stones.

harassed by a hundred foes. and then fled. [270 . spit of land that pierces Pelham Here. the baffled fiend forbore. But through the on hill and At Cold Spring Bay the vengeful high a lofty pile fiend heaped Of all the gathered bones of earth that strewed isle. the tyrant battling. east along the strand in hissing foam and spray To yonder jutting Bay. In that far time no boulders rude bespread the fertile main.1 With Still blazing shaft and hurtling brand. Across the wave-worn Stepping-stones he reached Long Island's shore. island shattered crags were thick plain. the sandy Loud laughed the fierce Habbamocko as laughs the angry gale! Across the Sound with mighty arm he hurled the craggy hail.

— On To shore and hill the heavy stones were flung with crashing din load with sterile bonds the land his prowess failed to win. And since that day of flaming And fierce. Long Island keeps the [271I . Connecticut has all shocks the rocks Devil. infernal revel.

A SEA CHARM Winds that waft the fisher-fleet Cool the sands from burning heat! Trouble not her slender feet. [272] . I charge ye Be not rebels! Smile above her. curling foam! White-ridged combers tumbling home Rarely laden. Quit her path. azure dome! Lap her -softly. Wave-worn pebbles! Crusty crabs both great and small Where the billows rise and fall. all.

Rock her high in giant Bearing safely back to me My mermaiden! [273] .Rolling in from open sea glee.

1775. whose noble bearing. near the monument that had been ordered in Paris by Benjamin Franklin. As the funeral barge. to quote of Canada. lead- fall. New York. In a bitter winter campaign with but a small force he captured Montreal and conquered. alike by friend Montgomery had been but two years married to Janet Livingston at the commencement of hostilities. floating slowly down the [274] . December ing a desperate assault on Quebec.MONTGOMERY'S RETURN the general officers in the American A •** army at the beginning of the Revolution MONG none was of greater promise than Richard Montgomery. Paul's in Chapel. only to Edmund Burke. two-thirds 31. but he at once offered his services and was placed in command of the ill-fated and splendid bravery were extolled and foe. expedition to Quebec. In 1818 the general's remains were removed and convoyed down the Hudson to be reinterred St. winning manners.

[275] . looking upon the bier. fainted away in the stress of what she afterward said was the proudest and saddest 19 moment of her Hfe. his widow.Hudson to the booming of minute guns. passed Montgomery's home near Rhinebeck.

MONTGOMERY'S RETURN How black the barge of trailing pall sable And nodding And fields plume That Hudson bears by mountain wall of golden bloom A cloud upon the azure flow. In wastes of nor'land snow battled. He bade He his bonny bride farewell. and fell- Full twoscore years ago [276] . conquered. toll To drumhead roll and church-bell And boom of minute gun! By night the ruddy beacons flame On crested Kaaterskill. A shadow in the sun. failed. His uttermost he gave. Great heart that beat for Love and Fame Why How He liest thou so still? blithe and brave he left his hall Beside the Hudson's wave! heard his struggling country's call.

The The flag without a They've borne him from the grave beneath walls of old Quebec. she him pass.They've wrapped him in a noble sheath. And him that died to give it life His people bear to rest. Paul's And thus below those ivied walls Montgomery came home. She droops and swoons away. The land he left in doubtful strife Has triumphed. fleck. old. St. free and blest. sees She hears the drums. The bride he kissed a blooming lass Is wrinkled. and gray. Loud boomed the bell of high From out the hollow dome. [277] .

he made believe his play was played. believe his make-believes [278] . A kindly Hand the darkening curtain drew. So well he made The world believe he nearly made were true. hill and star. What wise men said were not. that far beyond the goal nobler ports That lures our eyes. That honor lives. He made He made Than believe that heavy toil and stress Were only play. And At last death itself is not for men to fear. who loved to weave Dream warp and woof more fair than things that are. That grief was meant forge the living soul. believe that wealth faith and — to to and fame are less that love cannot be bought. and sang truth the while he wrought.A DREAMER Here lies a little boy who made believe. Who found in sea and city. we steer.

" [279] . There is a story in every crook and curve of these old highways and byways.infully inartistic.DUTCHMAN'S QUIRK nPHE * of more modern streets in the upper section Manhattan is are laid out with an impartial regularity that unquestionably convenient even if p9. or other token of vested rights that the early roadmakers dared not desecrate or disregard. deep under- ground. while yet another tells of some old farm wall. another is a forgotten stream that runs. The following ballad tells the true history of the sudden turn that Broadway takes at Tenth Street —the curve known as "The Bend at Grace Church. but the older ways of the lower city often ramble with a delightful lack of responsibility. honored landmark. building. One bend is due to the whim' of the pioneer cow who trod accounted for by the course of still out the path which established the line of the street.

flexureless. and the laws Of wise Roman roadmakers. Macadam and Telford and Byrne. .— DUTCHMAN'S QUIRK Broadway Green Direct as an arrow-flight. Hear ye the cause! Old Hendrick Brevoort." a great warehouse of laces and shawls. It leaps to the west Like a roadway possessed! In flagrant defiance Of Reason and Science. . in —^what matters the date? ] In days that are gone. clean reaches northward from fair Bowling And certain of line As the trunk of (And would that a rod of a pine its frontage were mine!) Quite suddenly then. Just south of a chapel with gray Gothic walls. held a goodly estate [ 280 . At the Above street numbered "Ten. .

Banckers. A tulip-tree.A "bouwerie" termed in the speech of the Dutch (His neighbors were Stuyvesants. . and such). Lived at his ease and dispensed hospitality. mighty of burgeon and [281] girth. And there with the hoardings of toil and frugality. With head in the heavens. deep-rooted in earth.

"Of all friends. regardless of mart [282] ." said he. In spite of all ructions. O'ershadowed his lawn with an emerald cloud. truly." deceives. its my thoughts with the sigh of The Mayor and Council had sanctioned a plan To straighten the roadways that rambled and ran Cross-hatching our isle In a wonderful style (Those happy old lanes!) file —so they summoned a Of axmen with axes and chainmen with chains plains And hardy surveyors of mountains and And gave them instructions. great-boughed. Wide-branching. the very best friend is my tree That never provokes me and never But echoes leaves.— So stately and proud. in the cool of its 'Twas Hendrick's delight bower To smoke and to ponder from hour to hour at knee. With tankard "For. To Nor follow the chart ever depart its A hair from guidance.

carried the roadway o'er high land and low. Direct as the flight of a bee or a crow.— Or hovel or mansion. strictly And The They obeying rules of surveying. By scenes that were seemly (by wiles that were not). Through palace and cot. Though housewives defended beleagured dominions Or voiced from their doorways unfettered opinions Of levels and transits and government minions Though Though cattle protested from bufi^eted sheds. [283] . Through acres of flowers And bird-haunted covers And byways and bowers Once sacred to lovers. Invested with powers that challenged gainsaying. Whatever the damage. Forth sailed that trigonometrical band To further the work that the Fathers had planned. Though farmer boys fought them. the would pay. O'er meadow and lot. to hew out city the way. Though maidens besought them. turnips and cabbages rained on their heads.

Chuffee. Their tenants and servants. till it brought them To Hendrick What! Brevoort at the foot of his tree. Resolved to defend To The the bitterest end right of a Dutchman to stand by his friend The Knights of the Sextant yet sought to prevail With promise of riches or threat of the jail. finding old Hendrick perverse or obtuse. white. They drew truce.— — They followed their ! map. . and Hubert. undismayed. Claes. yellow. They stirred up their vassals and sturdy retainers. and black Dirck. . the Raynors. and Jack Both merry young springalds and crusty curmudgeons With ax-helves and pitchforks and scythe-blades and bludgeons. Yield he! up his friend to the axman? Not He called out his neighbors. off their army and patched up [284] a . Mingo. But. . the Blauvelts.

no doubt. gallantly swerved gracefully curved . urging his plea Of "Woodman. Marshal. .) When up through the cajaon entitled "Broadway" You're riding on business or pleasure to-day.Brevoort left the tree in the keep of his horde the sword. To make good in law what he held by He called on the Mayor. woodman. The Coroner. The tree was preserved! (To chuckle. . The City Surveyor. and every taxpayer Of substance or influence. close to the front of Grace Church. At the numberless rout Of mortals his Majesty made to turn out. don't fool with that tree!" Sing hey! for the hard-headed man with a whim! The plan of a city was altered for him! The highway led straight To Hendrick's estate. car takes a curve with a jolt and a lurch [285] . oh. Then And Away to the westward. And The suddenly.

Remember. a "Dutchman's Quirk!" [286] .loosens. mayhap. the cause of that shameful jerk Is. That just as I've shown you. Your hold on a strap And drops you quite neatly in somebody's lap.

Enacting the drama of all Our changeable. For here is an edifice meant To stand for an eon or more.NEW YORK The city is cutting a way. They're putting down asphalt to-day. And there is a And there is gospeler's tent. The gasmen are hunting a leak. BUT— 'Twill be a great place when it's done! [287I . We're drunk and disorderly now. Our suburbs are under Our scaffolds are the plow. The wreckers are tearing one down. To change it for stone in a week. turbulent town. The builders are raising a wall. a furniture-store. the raw in sun.

and partner in his am- [288] . Fulton's constant friend. Livingston. the residence of Chancellor Robert R. generally accepted that the small paddle- wheel steamer whose success revolutionized navigation was named Clermont after Clermont Manor.THE "CLERMONT" ALL ^ contemporary accounts of the little first voyage of Fulton's steamboat tell of the sur- prise or fright of those who saw the strange craft. less hundred and but the average time of the sloops of the day between the same points was four days. Hudson Thirty-two hours was the time of this epoch-making trip from to Albany. New York than one a distance of rather fifty miles. The invention of the steamboat. but also of a shorter route to It is all the coasts of all the seas." that quest of generations of navigators. was in the discovery of not only a "shorter route to India. breathing smoke and flame. eflFect it has been said. glide up the against wind and tide.

though according to an anonymous and therefore negligible writer who claims to have been a passenger on the Clermont was the craft. Katherine of name painted on the historic [289] .bitious venture. first trip.

She Her engines pant and her timbers quiver.THE "CLERMONT" A A ROAR of smoke from the That For iron stack frights the ghosts of the haunted Hollow. She asks no aid of the swollen sail. churn of foam. And [290] . and a broadening track all the fleets of the world to follow. lifts her bows to the northern gale breasts the tide of the lordly river.

The scythe-men group and the binders flock To gaze in awe at the floating wonder.The round-eyed Lets fall host at his tavern door the pipe and the frothing flagon. But here's the all key to a shorter way the seas to the farthest islands. 1 291 ] . of Man and the might of Steam together. and a broadening track all the fleets of the world to follow. churn of foam. sloops of the The brown-winged Tappan shore Make frightened way for the snorting dragon. A fabled road to the far Cathay Old Hudson sought through our western Highlands. draw the rims of the world smoke from her iron stack A A 20 roar of That For frights old ghosts from the haunted Hollow. Through The Craftsman's hand and The wit Shall the Thinker's dream Shall bind the lands with a shortening tether. The red deer stamps on the basalt rock And bounds away to the Hill of Thunder.

GREAT IS DUNJ OF THE MANNAHATTOES! Northward! Northward! Goddess of the Tower. southward the Bay November woods The masts of many lands. Down from his mountains Hudson their rolls away. Touch thy brow divine. Pouring forth balsam breath strands. violet Mignonette and and autumn's tawny flower with bloom and vague perfume The humming ways below. cloud-drift play about thy feet. starlight. Driving back the dappled cloud. Day lifts up the hymnal of the street. to Upon our jaded Rock like bare Eastward. Air-drift. [292] . Moonlight. Night hath lamps Of silver for thy shrine. Bend Fill thy golden bow. westward.

Wielder of the Bow! nation's weal. Guard with us a Crowd with Regent of the skies! keels the winnowed waves That round our island flow! Shop and mart to thee shall raise The smoke of sacrifice! [293] .Ward our gates.

1901. [294I . According to a rule laid down by the on the founder. no names might be inscribed tablets of the building save those of in territory that men in gift. overlooking the Har- ^^ lem. who were bom was included the United States at the date of the deed of This regulation necessarily excluded the names of some who were largely instrumental in laying the foundations of the nation.THE HALL OF FAME /""NN University Heights. stands the Hall of Fame erected to honor the names of great Americans and dedicated in June.

2000 A NOBLE fane of marble wall and moonlit colonnade Looks southward from a Haarlem's gentle glade crest that rears o'er To watch the jeweled city's rest in majesty serene The calm. [295] .D. strong sleep that midnight gives our sea-enthroned queen Looks westward to the foreheads throw Palisades. A. repair and once again to view those The spirits of the mighty dead whose names are graven there. silver The hall is filled with wondrous light and faint sweet minstrelsy And softly echoed laugh and song of elfin revelry. 'Tis Hallowe'en! walls. whose frowning An even shade upon the gleam of Hudson's flow.— — THE HALL OF FAME All-Hallowe'en.

straight and slight. "Ere I admit thee say where thou wast born. One round hole (ah." Answered the Porter in sullen-voiced scorn. then in rule.— Within is mirth and merriment among the chosen Great. He whose Of service was my school First in warfare. with tawny hair. "Open. Forward stepped a graceful sprite. mortal hurt!) Through the neatly ruffled shirt. Ruddy-hued. Quick of action. Porter! I would lief Greet again my noble chief. his dearest I was one Alexander Hamilton." tropic breeze beguiles "Where the On the sea-kissed Leeward Isles [296] . a surly Porter stands to guard the sacred gate Against each unelected Shade that foreign birth must claim. Without. For thus decreed the gentle soul that reared the Hall of Fame. Free of speech yet debonair.

A statesman's brow and a soldier's eye. With With shoulders squared and head held high." "To all but the home-born this portal in Trinity is barred. Hie back to thy barrow Yard!" A stalwart form in the Blue and Buff. And the lilting laugh of the dauntless Celt. the land of thy birth. sure. But well ye ken All our breed were Britons then. long since death?" But what of birth —so [297] .First I breathed. The mouth where butter wouldn't melt. "Unbar the gate. Proclaim. Sprang up the slope in the moonlight dim And shouted clear to the Warden grim. my man." "My faith and troth! yer wit is flat! I thought my tongue would I first tell ye that! In Ireland. a shot-rent sash of the silken stuff. ere I open. drew breath.) Again spake the Porter: "I know not thy worth. for me! Make way for Dick Montgomerie!" (So rang that voice before his fall On old Quebec's ensanguined wall.

Open the Forward. I saw them stand Pressing their lips to the Founder's hand. at his call. "Room for the governor!" iron-jawed walls. portal. still. Quitting his charnel in old St. Hailed them as brothers and comrades true. [298] . Entered new names on the Roll of Fame. Up And through the tangle of streets and parks. Freely they strode through the ringing Round them the banded -Immortals drew. ye varlet. in the center. There. quick! stick! 'Ware of the swing of mine oaken my heroes!" And. • Sharp and direct was the word he spake: "Rules that mislike me I dare to break. hall. Who. Monarch of Shadows. his Stumping away on wooden peg the high-heeled shoe of his one sound leg. Paul's!" Stout Peter Stuyvesant walks abroad."No foreign-born spirit may enter these Go back to thy tomb in the crypt of St. with a pencil of golden flame. he governs Ruler by force of a stubborn will. Mark's.

[299] . what matters their race trace To our generous Mold Of Nations! Yet. through the arch Of the library door! Their race? Ah. ye that despair of the land Which the Future shall know Who doubt what the years that expand In their fulness must show Who grasp not the thing which shall be When deliverance comes To millions in bondage— and At the verge of the slums. These foreign-born children that march In their hundreds and more In sunshine and storm.—— Epilogue THE BOOK LINE Rivington Street Branch. if ye would All the record unrolled. see. Come. New York Public Library.

red-hatted and As swart their underworld gnomes. And hundreds Or scarlet of quaint little maids Wearing ribands of green on duplicate braids. From the Ottoman Still Aye. the blood The Builder shall spring from Whence the Warrior came. unthanked. orderly. old at the time of the Flood. They trail through the alley and mart To this Palace of Tomes Wee urchins. . Or gave to the eagles the foes Of Imperial Rome. clean. or ranked In the Balkans those swords That bulwarked all Europe. hordes.— Take heart from the days that For the fathers of these are dead: With Lief or with Eric the Red Braved mysterious seas. Or followed Yermak through the snows Of a boreal dome. Or tented with David. the law is the same. [300] Quick-eyed.

the shelves Those legends of goblins and elves Yet more choose the stories of men Whom a nation reveres Of Lincoln and Washington. Whose Yet That Temple which under God. strong hands caused to rise these.— And silent. then Of the bold pioneers Who plowed in a blood-sprinkled sod. shall rear to the skies! THE END . Some take from Of the volumes arow That we loved long ago.

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