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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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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 . . . 164 165 . 193 199 ... ?. — — — 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 . .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 .

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 . . 217 222 223 228 230 . 237 240 243 . 208 210 215 . . 245 252 Fraunces' Tavern 257 MISCELLANEOUS The Palisades Interlude Palisades Devil's Stepping-stones —Under the 261 . 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 . .

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THEIR PERCEPTIONS. 4S 6i LAW." 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 . grim and rough. . they swarmed to the crested height. and QUAFFED. 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 . Steel to the steel of the Grenadiers! "Up! bully boys of the Nepperhan! Gather! ye troopers. ." .ILLUSTRATIONS FACE And ever they puffed as they pondered. FULL MANY A DRAUGHT.

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homely legends from musty books. o' nights. 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!" .VOORREDE {Prologue) Steendam the Poet (whom Cuddled his fiddle all men know) and poised the bow. Quaint. "True lovers of tales of sprites. Quoth'a.

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baffled by headwinds and the ice and cold of Nova Zembla and the consequent dissensions her experienced navigator. World. 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. steering westward for the shores of the New After a long coasting again. Master Henry Hudson. but. Five months earlier the Half Moon had from Amsterdam to search for a passage to India by the northeast. among his crew. south and north that the broad channel of the river that Hudson entered New York Bay. 1609. Hoping now bears [5] .HUDSON'S VOYAGE " A VERY good land to fall with and a pleasant ^^*' land to see. trip.

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

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

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

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

and to Cathay!" set the tiller for the sea-road [lO] . While. Where I heard the hum of nations in the whis- per of the shrouds. rose the white September clouds. So unmoor. when softly lap the surges. 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. of that broadly rolling stream.Yet. in my cabin I may dream Of the mighty mountain river. as breath of future cities.

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

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

ever quick to recognize true resemblances. but the children.DUTCHMAN'S BREECHES TUST after the starry flowers of the hepatica have appeared among the dead leaves. 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. yet before the violets have come. call them "Dutch- [13] .

confirmed in the chronicles of the immortal Diedrich Knickerbocker. in part. 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." 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. [14] .man's breeches.

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

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

dismayed. Perhaps a marvelous array The Dutchman wore I cannot say. while the Red Men stared. — 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. amid a hush profound. row on row. loyal to his leader's look. His mighty garment on the ground! Perhaps the wonder came to pass By grace of good Saint Nicholas. Ten Broeck. stripped and laid His mystic garments.—— These blankets and For all. But. Advanced the sturdy Gert Ten Broeck Through Holland noted far and near For amplitude of nether gear And spread. Until to Spuyten Duyvil's flow — A cloud of knickerbockers quite soil Obscured the from mortal [17] sight! . in silence.

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

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

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

[21] . than the cher- ished tales of the founding of Thebes.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. Carthage. a legend no and Rome.

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

Bronck! Bronck!" chorister Chant a myriad gnomes. with wheel and race. "High on the shadowy Here crest Under the hemlock he slumbers. beneath the hill When summer nights are fair and still: "Bronck! "Bronck! Bronck! Bronck!" Rise the cadenced batrachian numbers. to our Valley of Come Homes!" [23I . And even now.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. is the region of rest.

"True. true!" The Tree Toads piped. Had washed those erring lines away. The Dew. "Hoo! hoo!" And Gaffer Bullfrog blurted. true. "Rot!" So. red with wrath. "'Tis not! The Hermit 'Tis not!" H owlet jeered. the truest friend of all. I flung the scrawl Across the walk —and lo! by day. [24] . 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.

but the popular pronunciation. [25] .RAMBOUT VAN DAM lyrOW Hudson respect this. to blistered hands) a great respect for the hero's prowess as "Zee" should really be pronounced as if spelled "Zay". 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. 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. has been adopted in this and subsequent ballads as being that which is likely to prevail.

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

Platters of savory beef and brawn. rollicking Ram van Dam. 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.— What rower plies a reckless oar With mist on That oarsman flood and strand? evermore. Leave Spuyten Duyvil to roar Pull! for the current is sly and strong. Honest flirtations and rousing games. — ^yea. proclaims Of Tryntje Bogardus of Tarrytown. fonder. Buckets of treacle and good suppawn. Mountains of crullers and honey-cakes [27] . the bat. Renown. his song! Fond of a Fonder frolic and fond of a dram. toils for And ne'er shall reach the land! Roistermg. Twitter of maidens and clack of dames. Oceans of cider and beer in lakes.

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

— — 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. A sound —-and naught beside. A up and down. that never-wearied oar Is heard on Tappan Zee. moon is closed in Hudson's breast And lanterns gem the town. Until the trump of Judgment Day. [29] . 'Neath skies of blue and skies of gray. In spite of wind or tide. The phantom craft that may not rest Plies ever.

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

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

thus almost miraculously created. 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.HOW PEARL STREET WAS PAVED ALTHOUGH •**^ a jest the statement has been is made as and generally regarded as such. [32] . the lower part of which formed the original water-front of New Amsterdam on the in a east. stance of this primitive exists in An in- method of road-engineering crooked old Pearl Street. This street. 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.

route that she plodded by hillock and stream Was crookedly quaint as a summer night's dream. like an orderly beast. where the Battery guarded the shore many cows more. She skirted the river that flows on the [33] east. . all She sauntered with Sukey and Brindle and Away The to the Common Town Wall. then. Awaking from visions of clover. For. leading the line New Amsterdam's somnolent beyond the kine.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. each morn She drowsily lowed to the drover whose horn Was blown Of sleepy at each byre. though at the start.

She rambled and browsed to the north or the west. keen for progression.) The streets of New Amsterdam wander Next. corduroy. cement. Hans Jacobson Kol. trodden each morning and evening. mortar. Van Keuren. 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. All stout at the trencher and wise in debate. Joost Smeeman. Van Bommel. Held council portentous both early and late. and stone. Till. gold.— Soon. and Huybertsen Mol. [34] . tempted by boskage and cress of the best. the burghers decreed The street should be paved with the uttermost speed. 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. Claes Tysen. the cause of the intricate way to-day.

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

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

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

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

who had hills! at his command all the gales and tempests in the recesses of the that lay snugly tucked away [41] . while disposition.\: \^ strait of the Devil's Race. This potentate. to PoUopel lies in (which means "Soupladle") Island that 1 the Wind \. at the south. \ 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. Gate. as the northern entrance to the enis chanted region known.

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

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. Breasting the calms of the golden stream. Sidled the Geertruyd van Haagensack. Ye who would sail his dominions through Scatheless. Slanting along o'er the Tappan Rack. Gerardus Keck Sour and headstrong. but stout of Scorner of legends of spuke and soul. the rugged glen. for.— — Mountain and River obey Brooding. he sits in his spell E'en to the Island of PoUopel. troll. 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. Jealous of honor of sprites and men. Sometimes she wobbled. be it told. Up came the boatswain with pallid face: "Captain! we swing in the Devil's Race! [43] .

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

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

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like swallows. else "Lighten the vessel or we sink!" Over the Darting side went the precious drink! knaves ere they touched the waves. before them Waving in triumph a captured flag. the frothing tide. He of the Heights of the Thunder Crag! Gone was the tempest! Stemming With sails adroop. 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 . those goblin Caught up the casks Back to their mountains the thievish crew flew. the gleeful horde Drank to the fame of their puissant Lord Skippers that scoff when the sky is bright. Crept past the Island of Pollopel. Wild was the laughter that quaking men Heard through the night from the Goblin Glen Where. Whirled with their booty. a current without a swell. the plundered sloop. in a revel.! ! — Brawled o'er the gunwale. Battered and draggled. "Up with the cargo!" the captain cried.

—— 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] .

rain-tempered. splendidly glowing. Till broadening patches of azure are showing Storm-welded. and.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 rainbow. from Proclaims to the valley to valley extended. Their hammers are heating the fragments together. The cumulus mountains with nebulous gorges Are daisied with flame df the wind-bellowsed forges. is world that the weather mended. [49] .

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

of how he was strengthened to resist temptation.is of greater interest than that preserved in the family. 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. 5 rsi] .

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

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

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

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

Yet. o'erheard but the Crickets arid Elves. 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. wholesome Laugh from ye Hearte of a Mayde!" [S6] . finish the story yourselves.' You may to add.And no one That's all.

would not be June were not for me!" [57] . it "Oh. 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.A SONG IN JUNE On a rosebush that grows in the garden you love There are three opening buds on a single green stem. 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 But the roses unfold to the kiss of the dew! the light of it my soul not is the glance of your eye.Let the oriole sing to the earth and the sky. if it And would be June were not for you. [58] .

THE RATTLE-WATCH OF NEW AMSTERDAM C VEN •*-^ in quiet New Amsterdam laws were it made to be broken. evidently so that sleeping citizens might to wake. 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 fighting with knives. to give the evil-intentioned due warning of their approach. against shooting game within the city limits. know it was not yet time presumably and sounding their rattles. and as a corollary was needful to establish a police force. The code that required enforcement included ordinances against fast driving. as well as regulations governing the liquor tralEc. 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 . against allowing pigs and goats to roam unrestrained through the metropolitan streets.

present or other which those Watch shall receive by consent of the Bur- gomasters.Watch of the shall get from any of the prisoners. [60] . whether fee. lock-up money." rule. doubtless as rigorously A worthy followed in those early times as to-day. 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.

it. I .

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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. with a soulful sigh. Bellow the hour to the sentry moon! Some honest burgher might wake too soon. the tailor comes. merry lover of sights and sounds. Forth from the fort. . rattles the startled ear! Smite with your Let every miscreant know you're near. Wiping their lips of a parting dram. Sally the Watch of New Amsterdam. Follow the Watch on their nightly rounds! Marching as though to the Here little StoiFel roll of drums. Drunk as a hero on musty ale. Come. Waving an arm like a windmill [63] sail.

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

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

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

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

— 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. you will find that the little by the Pocantico is [68] . Although time has wrought cruel secluded nook changes in the neighboring town.

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

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

"This holds. blent with mandragora's potent balm And soothing essence of the poppy-seed." said he. incantations to discern The haunted hiding-place of pirate gold. [71] . The River's breadth of silver solitude. Dark.— — — 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. awful runes that might not be expressed. Within the crypt discoursed the Sages twain. even as thy fragrant-fuming weed But. philters. The furrowed grandeur of his Palisades. 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. "a leaf that giveth calm Yea. Dread weirds. call the red deer from the wold.

pipes were lit. is thine! dare thee the simple wile We learn amid the whispers of the pine? "Then hear! —^The willow's pipe. o'er valley. plain. ruddy bark I burn Within my Upon the coal I fling These russet seedlets. and upward-rolling slow .— "When I do blow its azure vapor forth hill. let us show Our magic's The Wizard bowed [72] his head. "My The swarthy Brother! force!" —Prithee. 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. "Within the bowl the crimson sparkle gleams! Upon the air the hazy fillets rise! Who scents that cloud shall drowse in wondrous dreams. In melting wreaths. While I shall walk unseen of mortal eyes!" Then half in pique. I tell to O Friend. brushed from plumes of fern In moonlight by the howlet's velvet wing.

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]

" 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. mingling craft The light canoe from wilds remote. round the market-boats The And rosy vrouws. skiff. what the soil Hath yielded to his sturdy toil. And shallop. and float Within "Die Heere Graft. The blunt bateau and market-boat. this is held a fair market day New Amsterdam. Like finches. With plaintive calf and lamb The farmer For In hales in groaning dray Along the forest-bordered way. with kerchiefed throats short but ample petticoats [79] . dugout.

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

"» S § I IS .

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

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

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

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

8. .

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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. 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. that they frequently violated the liquor laws. that they sometimes engaged in fisticuflFs. evil names — in short. and the calling of were very human. From them one may glean that the good people of the town sometimes failed to pay their taxes. that they even took unfair advantage of one another in business transactions. backbiting. and that they were woefully addicted to slander. Dry some might think them. that they [89] .

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

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. Natheless maintaining no pay Seeing the beer is is due. devoid of little sham. that wily man. flat Muddy of color and and sour. Drawn from Gold the vat in an evil hour. Cometh Jacobus. Further. [91] . town of New Amsterdam.—— 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. a worthless brew. Boldly admitting the sale by Jan.

The highway "Court is to Justice was broad and clear: adjourned to inspect the beer." [92] . Nothing they knew of our modern shame Perjury sanctioned by Learning's name. retorts.— 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 those wondrous men Skilled in the slights of the subtle pen.

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

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

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

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.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. and. 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. such as Lady Deborah Moody.

I must plead that the following ballad was writtea in the year 1903.Jefferson. and printed [97] . 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.

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

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

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

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

Then come and travel my road with me be. 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. A A word and smile with a passing friend. And something coming around the bend!'" [102] . to song sing and a tale to tell.

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

Now it is notorious that the devil never declines an invitation. the Chickens. and from that moment the passage became a veritable picnic-ground and its for all t'^« imps. 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] .fining the application of that ominous title to the region of danger.

or ghost. shot with a dreadful apparition. has long been a matter of dispute. was that of his lieutenant. the pirate's that haunted Hell Gate until silver -bullet by Governor Peter was visited Stuyvesant. New Amsterdam by many Raeff. perhaps —but the secret lost be- neath the foam of Hell Gate.evil were exorcised by the potent charm of dynain mite 1876. is Perhaps the ghost was that of Captain de Raeff himself. perhaps it Jan van Campen. The identity of a spuke. The infant colony of pirates. [losJ . 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.

THE PIRATE'S SPUKE .

And a The dreadful laugh shook the eastern shore mirthless laugh of hell! [107] . The March sky broke with a But never a raindrop fell. And his fiddle squalls to the murky sky In hail of the brewing storm. high So he snareth fish for his grimy clan. crashing roar. That night 'twas inky black o'erhead And a wild wind smote the town. And the Duyvil squats on the Hog's Back When the angry cloud-banks form. 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.— 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.

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

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

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

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

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. despite the fact that the pale-face had an uncomfortable habit of getting the best of the bargain. [II2] . there are friendships between red many instances of warm and white. the relations between the Dutch settlers pleasant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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. and eyes in all before he vanished from mortal the mysterious manner characteristic of true wizards. hight Moaqua. [119] .under the eastward once dwelt shadow of the Indian cliffs there an ancient medicine-man. he imparted some of his mystic his dwelling- power to the beautiful spring near place. ever after known as the Wizard's Well. A kindly old wizard.

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

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

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Bending low. Wished her wish and spoke the spell: "Wizard chief. with coral mouth Sipped the waters of the well. Driven with a lusty will Landward rode the broad bateau. whose haunted cave cling. Hides where mountain-laurels Red Moaqua. "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. Closed her eyes and faced the south. thou that gave Secret gifts to bless thy spring.Soon beside the pool she stood. [123] . Underneath the cliff-walled hill Shadowed by the ancient wood Bordered by the sparkling kill.

Soft behind the girl he stole. Tulip-tree. Tell the wish that Tell Trudchen made! me — did that wish come true? [124] . whose mighty shade Gives the well a deeper hue. Lairs of beasts and savage men. Gently kissed the hooded eyes. Spoil of beaver. plain and pied. Trudchen!" lisped the waves. and deer. Gaily came the pioneer.Rich in peltries. Marten fur and panther hide. mink. "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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I had much rather be carried out dead!" Yet some there were. whence their stalwart descendants re- turned to do yeoman service against their traditional foes in the Revolutionary War. 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. within the of his cher- ished island. On the other hand. protesting. Mark's Church. headed by Borger Joris. refusing to accept English rule. [I3S] . 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. if somewhat imperiously.But resistance was too clearly hopeless. and the Dominie fairly dragged him from the bastions of the fort. withdrew in disgust into the remote interior. the sturdy blacksmith. by Dutch and Engrest in the vault of soil and that his bones old St. mellowing with age alike still and loved and respected lish. who.

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

Outnumbered as we are. surrounded.The stubborn Heer Direktor Upon the rampart's height Roused up his keen-eyed gunners. friend. 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. Yet save thy helpless city! Provoke not ruthless war! Alone. The Dominie. Their linstocks blazing bright: "Now make And (I'll your weapons ready. his comrade. friendless. [137] ." That man of God began. know thy That heart of courage fears not any man. Was "Old "I standing at his side. and trusty soldier.

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

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.An To angry man was Joris Beside the blazing forge see above the rampart The banner of St. [139] . "And pay our tithes to puppets Of kings beyond the sea? What boot to fashion plowshares And scythes. 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. And there I'll hammer sabers For better men to use. George! "So! must we swear allegiance And bow our necks?" quoth he. but hapless toil! Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Took his oath that Harry Gray Did it on a wager. Gallants. Woman-craft in subtle toys All your wit surpasses. say. they Solemn as a major. Be they ne'er so loving. Let the canny country boys Woo the farmer lasses! [148] . to and wood Send them not a-roving. 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. field Chain your hearts. heed! 'Twere well ye should.

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

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

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

is moreover. Vague stories of the terrible captain still echo among well's the Highlands of the Hudson. and overtook him. 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. where Cald- Landing bears the alternative name of "Kidd's Point. whence was recovered of the sea by the government.prey upon the pirates of the Indian Ocean." and where "Kidd's Plug ClifF" is still shown as a repository of his golden hoard. 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. how he turned pirate himself. 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. [152] .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to the rake that harrowed. The blessing of Sheaves of Grain. [164] . Here's Here's to the hand that sowed.SAXON HARVEST HEALTH Here's to the plow that furrowed. 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.

TUBBY HCX)K ABOUT two-thirds of a mile below Spuyten •** Duyvil. before operations changed its rounded outline. 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. there filling-in its a rock-edged cape which. [165] . 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.

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

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

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

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. 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. Good housewives And That take this truth from a ragged song super-cleanliness may go wrong! 1 169] . friends that ride on the crested swell.— — Come.

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. Upon a northward promontory The "House of Blazes" stands in pride- A tavern famed in local story. Pathrick's gone to purgathory! He niver wrote that he was dead! [170] . in proud elation. 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. abide. Where grimy furnace-men Now. one of these. Despatched a letter o'er the foam.

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

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

the jury boldly disregarded the charge and declared the defendant guilty" amid the cheers of the audience. [173] .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. 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.

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

a fearless press! [I7S] . 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. Through storm aind Guard we the prize of the fight he won Bulwark of Freedom.—— Vain were the wiles of a Twisting to evil servile judge '. Answered the note of that noble futile chain free! Freeing the weapon that made them Zenger the Printer — his work is done.

Where the smoke-wreaths the lift and melt. 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? . tryst of ships where the river meets the gladdened sea. red hills.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 mainsail flaps and heaves like a fills. The throng of The The burst of the wharf and quay. And Hudson On wampum belt the breast of the strong.

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

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

13 1 179] .broader passage of the East River. 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]

on a pedestal of marble. 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. very high. 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. George ti861 ."' It was this. the green is The railing that still surrounds said to be the original fence mentioned by Adams.

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

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

While.—— — 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. strong of limb and stout of soul. knows the visions. who charged with Wayne. and Fulton knew it well. Who marched with Greene. whipped the Redcoat Grenadiers stride is With swinging all come marching in. [189] . scene. and tears And The joys of thrice a hundred years. the air wild with din. 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. Who Who And fought the war of seven years. strifes. of Monmouth plain. Unchanged amid a changing city's heart is Bowling Green. And It Irving loved its hallowed spell.

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Periods .

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" 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. they advanced across the island and northward the wake of the retells treating Americans." but "Murray Hill. having effected a Bay on the East River about in Thirty-fourth 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. [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. Putnam and' delaying the British general. on September landing at Kip's 15. 1776. when.

Now plain on the now hid in the glen ?" to dangers fights! '"Tis Putnam's! Gray Putnam. 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.— MARY MURRAY OF MURRAY HILL The Lady of Belmont looked out to the east: The smoke of the battle was wafted aside. Manhattan's green valleys were spread to her "And whose may that column of riflemen be hillside. of the King's Grenadiers. And on came the gallant battalions in red cheers. The shattering roar of the cannon had ceased. The British flotilla swept over the tide. 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 .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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. Despite your hireling band! Our 'prentice lads have borne Our farmer boys will stand! a brunt. The fight's as good as won. 1776. [203] . King George.HAARLEM HEIGHTS Captain Stephen Brown of Knowlton's Connecticut Rangers tells of the affair of September 1 6. Though Peace may lag and Fortune flag. They've turned! they've fought! Good-by.

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

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

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

In goodly case seemed to chase again! Our "hunters" home We flaunted in their faces flag The they thought to scorn.In mingled rout we drove them out field. And though our Upon star through stress of throiie. it and glen. war Desert this island that ledge remains the pledge will claim That we our own! [207] . 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. From orchard.

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

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

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

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]

was a place of pure delight.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. but. for it was here that Robert Fulton launched first the model of his steamboat. century a smoke-breathing monster did indeed swim upon the surface of the lake. swimmer little in summer and the called This lake was by the Dutch "Kalch Hoeck. it and later. Abuse and neg- [217] . by the EngOriginally the Fresh Water or Collect Pond. lish. 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. ready story that unwary bather —a was countenanced by several Early in the last fatalities. ill-omened rumors spread to inland sea." because of the vast quantity of shells that lined its shores. 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.

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

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

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

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

rein. find little comfort there. While some but taste a stirrup-cup. 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. to breathe or tighten girth. [222 ] ." to There some delay dine and sup. to score is large who Who soonest goes hath least pay.

The original Dyckman homestead was burned [223] during the Revo- . and the second generation of both clans was reared under the same roof. soon healed. 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.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. and "Dyckman" still remains a name to conjure by in northern Manhattan. In fact. a But the breach was married the widow year after the death of Nagel. 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. Jan Dyckman of his late feudal brother. in 1689.

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. [224 J . restored and converted into a public memorial of the past through the generosity of the inheritors of the Dyckman blood and spirit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

w § fe I- .

.

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

Laughing. For the Yagers are up on the King's Bridge Way. 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. Helmeted Yagers hard on our track. [236] . we turned at our ambuscade.— Reavers and harriers. So it's back! through the Valley of Nepperhan! Three miles up through the well-known glade. each and all. Hurling the Hessians staggering back.

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

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

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

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

Look south where the ocean rills. And we From draughts of the sparkling air the deep blue cup of sky. Seem the garb of advancing foes And the roll of a phantom drum. 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. The swell of the city's hum. Again are the leaves ablaze the breast of the Palisades.FORT TRYON Again there's a golden haze On On the shadow of Hudson glades. [241] . The red that the woodland shows. loft of Again from the the wind-swept stair We watch how the drink full sea-gulls fly.

While the Cross of the Briton floats On the ramparts of Laurel Hill.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. Once more swing the hostile boats In the eddies of Haarlem Kill. 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. 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. See! the stainless Flag of the Clustered Stars Rides alone in a peaceful sky! [242] . of their woes and scars Is a boon such alone could buy.

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

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

representing the a dapper commodore most ruffianly His chief exploit was the capture of the off Serapis Flamborough Head. whom some English writers even in recent days have insisted on miscalling a "Scotch pirate. and withal a honor. an able an admirable seaman. there fighter. Although some recent biographers have claimed for Jones more than history warrants. is no doubt that he was a dauntless strategist.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] . September most desperate fight 23. 1779. after the vessels between single on record." 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. something of a diplomat.

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

Then the thundering broadsides flashed and roared And the musketry sped its rain. He grappled her fast to his mizzenmast. And the foemen knew her plight. But the second round that the Richard poured Her great guns burst amain. He grappled her fore and aft. They strove in night as the dragons In the darks of the churning deep. There was slaughter and wreck to her quarterdeck. His answer "I have not begun to fight!" rang: He veered around till his counter ground On the bows of the British craft. "Have you struck?" they sang. Their yards were locked as the horns of stags That war on the trampled steep.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 won their way with the musket-play While the Briton raged below. And It shot rent through and splinters flew. Red flame ashine on hissing brine And red blood curdling black. And the gunners leant till the rammers went Through the ports of the hostile ship. was fire and flood and wrack. [248] . But ever the Richard's topmen swept The decks of the shrinking foe.' And gun kissed gun with the kiss of hate And the ban of the blazing Hp.

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

'Twas a murk. For he may not harbor there. "Oh. murk night. 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 we're up and away from the churlish bay 'Neath the bonniest flag that flies!" [250] . Though her people speak him fair. He must bend his mast ere a week be past. stout John Paul: Will ye leave your prize where moored she lies.And the Land of the Fen is scant of men. "We know not your stripes and your dancing stars." 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. it's reef your sail to the sweeping gale And the threat of the wintry skies. So choose ye. and the waves threshed white 'Neath the strokes of the norther's flail.

They affront his fame with their lying blame And the taunt of "the Buccaneer"! So we'll drink. "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] . 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. As the But the fleet may rest from a bootless quest guineas o'er.T^iere are twoscore ships of the All alert for the rover dread. And the king tell hijs He is running free on the open sea And home to the western shore.

She rode meet the foe When Bainbridge walked her quarter-deck A hundred years ago. 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. sides were native oak. Her masts were pines Her of mountain birth.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. sails without And proud in to a fleck.

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

FRAUNCES' TAVERN Restore. Away Let with dust and rattling pave! all be swarded. Of flirt of fan and courtly bow And sudden glint of jealous steel. the river's banished And call wave Again to lap a garden's rim. 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. O Thought. green and trim. I How bright with silk and rich brocade. [ 254 ] . The corbeled roof De Lancey reared What time Queen Anne maintained dominion. whose potent weird Recalls the Past on lagging pinion.

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

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

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

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THE PALISADES 'T'HE Mahican •* or Mohegan Indians." 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. and a version that is partly justi- fied by the observations of geologists. call which we the Hudson. the Mahican-ittuck. rise on the western [261] . The legend is of the river also connected with another of the creation of the Palisades.

Where across the silent river frown in furrowed lights and shades basalt.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. "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. Manitou loved [262] . all the lands beneath him. forest- crowned. Fire-bom brave with verdure. the Palisades. yours the best.

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

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

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

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

Even placid Long Island Sound figures on old Colonial irregular. the "Duyvils' Dans-kammer. on the west shore is not far beyond Poughkeepsie. Up the Hudson.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. maps as "the Devil's Belt". and the broken reefs that stretch from the base of Great Neck across the Sound to the mainland are to this stones." the Devils' Dancing-chamber. "Hell Gate" and "Spuyten limits of Duyvil" mark the eastern and northern Manhattan." day known as "the Devil's Stepping- [267] .

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

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

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

Long Island keeps the [271I . infernal revel. Connecticut has all shocks the rocks Devil.— 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.

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

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

to quote of Canada. New York. December ing a desperate assault on Quebec. winning manners. As the funeral barge. Paul's in Chapel. lead- fall. two-thirds 31. only to Edmund Burke. whose noble bearing. In 1818 the general's remains were removed and convoyed down the Hudson to be reinterred St. floating slowly down the [274] . expedition to Quebec. near the monument that had been ordered in Paris by Benjamin Franklin. 1775. In a bitter winter campaign with but a small force he captured Montreal and conquered.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. alike by friend Montgomery had been but two years married to Janet Livingston at the commencement of hostilities. but he at once offered his services and was placed in command of the ill-fated and splendid bravery were extolled and foe.

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

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. A shadow in the sun. He bade He his bonny bride farewell. His uttermost he gave. and fell- Full twoscore years ago [276] . failed. conquered. toll To drumhead roll and church-bell And boom of minute gun! By night the ruddy beacons flame On crested Kaaterskill. 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.

sees She hears the drums. free and blest. she him pass. fleck. Loud boomed the bell of high From out the hollow dome.They've wrapped him in a noble sheath. and gray. 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. old. [277] . The land he left in doubtful strife Has triumphed. The bride he kissed a blooming lass Is wrinkled. The The flag without a They've borne him from the grave beneath walls of old Quebec. St.

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

infully inartistic. deep under- ground. or other token of vested rights that the early roadmakers dared not desecrate or disregard. 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. building." [279] . honored landmark. There is a story in every crook and curve of these old highways and byways. 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.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. while yet another tells of some old farm wall.

. . flexureless." a great warehouse of laces and shawls. and the laws Of wise Roman roadmakers. Hear ye the cause! Old Hendrick Brevoort. 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.— DUTCHMAN'S QUIRK Broadway Green Direct as an arrow-flight. It leaps to the west Like a roadway possessed! In flagrant defiance Of Reason and Science. held a goodly estate [ 280 . . At the Above street numbered "Ten. Macadam and Telford and Byrne. Just south of a chapel with gray Gothic walls. in —^what matters the date? ] In days that are gone.

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

the very best friend is my tree That never provokes me and never But echoes leaves. truly. in the cool of its 'Twas Hendrick's delight bower To smoke and to ponder from hour to hour at knee. regardless of mart [282] ." said he. In spite of all ructions. 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." deceives. O'ershadowed his lawn with an emerald cloud. With tankard "For. To Nor follow the chart ever depart its A hair from guidance. "Of all friends.— So stately and proud.

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

the Blauvelts. 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. . .— — They followed their ! map. and black Dirck. the Raynors. Claes. undismayed. 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. Their tenants and servants. But. Mingo. Chuffee. . yellow. They stirred up their vassals and sturdy retainers. off their army and patched up [284] a . till it brought them To Hendrick What! Brevoort at the foot of his tree. They drew truce. finding old Hendrick perverse or obtuse. white. and Hubert.

close to the front of Grace Church. Marshal. The City Surveyor. At the numberless rout Of mortals his Majesty made to turn out.) When up through the cajaon entitled "Broadway" You're riding on business or pleasure to-day. oh. urging his plea Of "Woodman.Brevoort left the tree in the keep of his horde the sword. no doubt. . gallantly swerved gracefully curved . woodman. Then And Away to the westward. . The Coroner. And The suddenly. and every taxpayer Of substance or influence. 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. To make good in law what he held by He called on the Mayor. The tree was preserved! (To chuckle. car takes a curve with a jolt and a lurch [285] .

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

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

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

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

churn of foam. lifts her bows to the northern gale breasts the tide of the lordly river. She asks no aid of the swollen sail. And [290] . 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. and a broadening track all the fleets of the world to follow.

of Man and the might of Steam together. churn of foam. Through The Craftsman's hand and The wit Shall the Thinker's dream Shall bind the lands with a shortening tether. 1 291 ] . sloops of the The brown-winged Tappan shore Make frightened way for the snorting dragon.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. The red deer stamps on the basalt rock And bounds away to the Hill of Thunder. and a broadening track all the fleets of the world to follow. 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. The scythe-men group and the binders flock To gaze in awe at the floating wonder. A fabled road to the far Cathay Old Hudson sought through our western Highlands.

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

Ward our gates. 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] . Wielder of the Bow! nation's weal.

THE HALL OF FAME /""NN University Heights. stands the Hall of Fame erected to honor the names of great Americans and dedicated in June. overlooking the Har- ^^ lem. 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. 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. [294I . 1901.

— — THE HALL OF FAME All-Hallowe'en. A. silver The hall is filled with wondrous light and faint sweet minstrelsy And softly echoed laugh and song of elfin revelry. whose frowning An even shade upon the gleam of Hudson's flow. [295] . repair and once again to view those The spirits of the mighty dead whose names are graven there.D. strong sleep that midnight gives our sea-enthroned queen Looks westward to the foreheads throw Palisades. 'Tis Hallowe'en! walls. 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.

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

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

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

see. through the arch Of the library door! Their race? Ah. These foreign-born children that march In their hundreds and more In sunshine and storm. what matters their race trace To our generous Mold Of Nations! Yet. if ye would All the record unrolled. [299] . New York Public Library. 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.—— Epilogue THE BOOK LINE Rivington Street Branch. Come.

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

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

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