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


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





— — — Rambsut"Van Dam Interlude— Eight Oars and ^^ How Pearl Street Was Paved Interlude —An Old Road The Lord of the Dunderberg / Interlude —^Thunder-storm

^-Hudson's Voyage Interlude Hudson » Dutchman's Breeches Interlude ^An April Romance ^ The Legend of the Bronx Interlude ^The^Critics

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of Maiden Lane IfiTERLUDE—A Song in June The Rattle-watch of New Amsterdam Interlude Minetta Water Sleepy Hollow Interlude ^A Springtime Pilgrimage A Scandal in New Amsterdam Interlude Kissing Bridge

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.3j a ^ -J Trial in New Amsterdam Interlude On the Harlem William the Testy Interlude The Road The Pirate's Spuke Interlude Storm Signals A Deal in Real Estate Interlude Possession Wizard's Well Interlude Hallowe'en Charm — 89 — 94 96 loi 103 / — — — BoRGER Joris's Hammer Interlude — Lilt in ^A iii 112 117 118 . — — — Tubby Hook Interlude —^The House Zenger the Printer Interlude —^The River — 'OLLY Cortelyou 143 149 151 159 160 . .. 164 165 . 193 199 . .. ?. 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 .. 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 .

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


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


Quoth'a. 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. Goblins and phantoms that walk Battles and pirates and pleasant nooks. homely legends from musty books. "True lovers of tales of sprites. o' nights. Quaint.


Butch Period .


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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bronck! Bronck!" chorister Chant a myriad gnomes. "High on the shadowy Here crest Under the hemlock he slumbers. is the region of rest. 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. 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 . with wheel and race.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Valor "Stroke! Stroke! takes the tide. "Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Steady! Pull it thr-o-o-ough!'* [31I . Where Spuyten Duyvil No time for play.The sea-gulls go. lights On Hudson's On Above and shades. A drift of snow. roars. 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. Stroke! Stroke! slide!" Ease your forward A fair league still To old Cock Hill. Give 'way. Let Caution steer The shore anear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

" or "The Maiden's Path. 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." none [so] . were wont to wash the family and along whose wooded banks they often strolled on sum- mer evenings with the right sort of company.Jl"T)f A LEGEND OF MAIDEN LANE T^O this day the narrow. or clover meadow Of all of the Jan Jansen Damen farm. 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

would not be June were not for me!" [57] . And they it dream as they nod to your window above were not for them.A SONG IN JUNE On a rosebush that grows in the garden you love There are three opening buds on a single green stem. to As he flutes it a world that he if knows for his own. it "Oh. 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. if it And would be June were not for you.Let the oriole sing to the earth and the sky. [58] .

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

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

I .it.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




In vain they strove against the magic best!

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



e'en the sentry boulder

knew the charm;


quivered like a blade of grass.


sliding softly as a sleeper's arm.

It sealed the cavern



granite mass.


Around that cave the

leafy creepers cling,



roof in summer, roses blow;

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

And And


they doze


necromantic twain,

While from

their pipes the witching



when Indian Summer bows the


That eery vapor dims the tender

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


loiter in

the dream-enchanted dell

That hears the murmur of Pocantico.


Feet on the

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.


are greening their winter tan.

Orchards are heavy with scented snow.

On! through

the Vale of the


Over the Heights of Pocantico!

Dogwood and



trailing pine

furrowed and craggy scaurs;



and columbine


o'er the ashes of buried wars;

Rebel and Tory have made their bed

Harmless, their sabers a truce have found


the verdure that lifts our tread. the heart of the

Deep in

Neutral Ground.


is the

church on the haunted ridge.

Lichens of centuries fleck the sides;

Shrouded and headless,


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.)


in majesty meets the sea

Monarch of mountains and

goblin glades;

Laughing, the ripple of Tappan Zee


at the

frown of

the Palisades.


land in a golden


Here in

The Enchanter hath laid him dowUf
Hollow of Tarrytotvn.

Close by the river he loved so well.




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

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



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

Ompoge (Amboy), Ahasimus, and New Utrecht


on horseback,



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,





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

and finery


Sunday wear, clay

pipes and like commodities of





and stuyvers or



Indian sewant or

wampum which was the


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,


the news of the

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

a few

choice scandals were thus put in circulation, they

title is

that have

been whispered at the tea-drinkings of later days.


scandal referred to in the



Amsterdam's early records of


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

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

"» S § I IS .


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

her husband hath sadly paid Three guilders and more for "Good faith! but our magistrates win applause. safe And no one — from the smudge of blame. a two-edged sword. Moreover. 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] . all is Devouring (But with a mouth of flame. So wisely and well they enforce the laws! For truly the tongue is And Slander's a monster that stalks abroad.That falsely she'd spoken —alack. the shame!— his wife's tirade.

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

such as Lady Deborah Moody. 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. 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. 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.

Jefferson. I must plead that the following ballad was writtea in the year 1903. 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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. 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. high So he snareth fish for his grimy clan. And his fiddle squalls to the murky sky In hail of the brewing storm. crashing roar.— Like a slavered wolf the torrent moans And raves through deeps and shoals. And a The dreadful laugh shook the eastern shore mirthless laugh of hell! [107] . The air is filled with the warning groans And wails of perished souls. The March sky broke with a But never a raindrop fell.

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

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

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

STORM SIGNALS Cloud-wreath. A dawn of red. mist-sheath. a vault of lead: A storm's a-coming soon. 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. tails. mare's tails Sweep a mackerel sky: Oh. Burr about the moon.

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

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

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

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

Arm in air. — let us dream no more!" Ii6] . my brother. 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. rocked on the hazel stem. That swells the pride of a lover's heart I said. And the hare and the deermouse answered. friends of youth. green woods belong me!" woodchuck gray and the brown-eyed doe And the chipmunk.POSSESSION When In soft I lay in the mossy bed to the foot of the hemlock-tree. "We all belong green woods!" I117] . green woods belonged to them! Then the jack^n-the-pulpits. "No!"The sweet. to "The But the sweet.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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." To bless with the succor of elf-given skill The mortals who wield them with power and [132] . and plowshare that comes from my hand will. ax.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Colonial PeriocL© .


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The silent shapes on her main-deck's height Are of Hudson old and his mutineers. She comes from the capes of Labrador. Her masts are wraiths of the Baltic firs. The clouds roll black where her helmsman steers. Her lanterns gleam with the wan corpse-light. Through the death-white glides. IS3 ] . 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. fleet of the North she And the fisher-craft of the mist-hung shore close in port Keep when the Storm Ship [ rides.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wrinkled. When across the moor Crept the widow. bent. Helped and clothed by kindly neighbors What hath she to give?" [162] . and poor. All was set before the altar. "She! that earns with Scant enough to all her labors live. 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. Peter Smit his orchard's bounty.— Farmer-folk in pleasant parley Praised the crops they'd reared — Dirck Van Brunt his sheaves of barley Yellow as his beard. Housewives showed in oaken caskets Butter firm and good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.— — Come. We'll charm the spot with a lasting spell That here she'll stay And And scour away. roll When clouds black as a Dutchman's hat You'll hear the wail of the injured cat! So heed her fall. Good housewives And That take this truth from a ragged song super-cleanliness may go wrong! 1 169] . all. friends that ride on the crested swell. 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.

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

And right forninsi the Spittin' DiviW" [171] .'"Me job is ahl I c'uld desire.' Sez he. dwelling in the House av Blazes. "'The boss is jist the kind that plazes. '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.

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

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

Showing how justice was bought and sold. Speaking the truth in a world of lies! Vexing the governor's pampered fold.ZENGER THE PRINTER Zenger the Printer." [174] . lip. Rousing the spirit that never dies. 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. Telling of tyranny's foul disgrace. through storm and stress. Deaf to a sycophant Council's rage. WrathfuUy flung on the dungeon floor. Phrasing the wrath of the curling Wrongfully haled through the public street. Shouting for right in the market-place. Scourging with irony's stinging whip.

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

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

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

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

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


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

In her cabin on the strand;


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


the market wouldn't wait,

So she oared the heavy wherry

Through the currents of the


Then the tempest broke above


And the chickens squawked And the little darky Mingo

in fright;

Fairly turned from black to white

As he

chattered, "Laws-a-massy!
dis nigger






nebber reach Manhattan

'Fore de sun goes down!"


she cuffed that



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

was tempered
in safety


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
their host of prankish goblins

Bend the masts along the

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



the surges of the channel

Froth and foam with milk and whey, [i8i]

All to honor

Nancy Blossom


achieved this high renown
she crossed to old

'Fore the sun went down!


Sun-warmed, where Hudson meets
the sea.


motley-blossomed croft





inn that cheers the bee

Astray amid our wastes of stone

Where pansies Where

raise their velvet heads.




Across the sweet-alyssum beds;




four-o' clocks.

Right neighborly, together grow

and white;

The wild and tame,

the red


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

Ere moths and





a ducal throne;

I rule a fief in Fairyland,

Though scarce



serf is



puissant, scepter-wielding hand.


Unchecked, his subterrene abode

That Earth-gnome

Worm may
Ogre Toad

dig with zeal.



I balk


Who marks him

Jor a horrid meal!

Those gay Zingaras of the breeze.

The air-delighting


Have come





That mock

so well their

forms and dyes.

I know yon dart of emerald


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

alone controlled,

Like him that ruled in ease divine
careless, lawless


of Gold,

So do I hold Saturnian reign
Till one transcending day,

I ween.

Shall welcome




her leal


Faery Queen.




half-acre park on lower


just north of the identity through

Custom-House has preserved




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



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


been intimately connected with


of the most

significant events of the city's history.


in the earliest

days as the "plain before

the fort" and even then largely devoted to recrea-



the year of Washington's birth

leased for the consideration of "one peppercorn per


to three gentlemen "in order to



Bowling Green there."

was thus the first officially
In 1772
it is

authorized park in the city.
in the diary of


John Adams

"A beautiful

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

of which


a statue of his majesty on horseback,

very large, of solid lead gilded with gold, standing


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

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

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

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


Periods .


1776. on September landing at Kip's 15. is Dutch "the Incleberg. having effected a Bay on the East River about in Thirty-fourth Street. A picturesque tradition that the strategic hospitality of Mary Murray. enabled Aaron Burr to withdraw Silliman's brigade and Knox's artillery from a perilous position in the city to the southward." 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. [193] . Putnam and' delaying the British general." but "Murray Hill.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. when.

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Highlands of Hudson! ye saw them
Night on the

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,


in their trappings of BufF

and Blue,

they skirted the rugged shore,
in the promise of



to do.

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

Out with the


from the musket-lock!



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


blow on blow.



they tarried for British might!

Little they recked of the



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:



our own!"

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



Swept on a billow of burnished


Over the parapet, "spear








This was a merchant, and that was a



a statesman-^-you know how he



monument fronting

the street

Rests the young sailor, who, spurning defeat.

In a

lost battle,

and with

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


your feet

Shelters a blade of his Majesty's fleet.


and gay, when

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!


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

Bicker and ring of encountering


Panting of bosoms,


stamp of

the heel.

Feint, circle, parry, lunge, counter,





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





the passions that lie

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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. in 1689. 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 original Dyckman homestead was burned [223] during the Revo- . soon healed. and the second generation of both clans was reared under the same roof. and "Dyckman" still remains a name to conjure by in northern Manhattan. Jan Dyckman of his late feudal brother. 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. In fact. Yet the Dyckmans appear to have been the stronger breed.

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

They did their part as a thing of course. the first of the Dyckman his strain. In Charles the Second's jovial reign. broad their farms When Freedom called true men to arms. Dyckman clan. Cleared the soil. had fled. Took the field. Jan.— 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. Fair-haired. and shrewd. ruddy. and hardy brood lairs. strong. Sweet their orchards. They nursed no doubts of the need of force. boy and man. Well the Dyckman race had sped. Killed the wolves in their rocky Turned the loam with Full a hundred years iron shares. Forth they sallied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

w § fe I- .


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

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

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

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

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

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

Seem the garb of advancing foes And the roll of a phantom drum. The red that the woodland shows. loft of Again from the the wind-swept stair We watch how the drink full sea-gulls fly. [241] . 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. 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 south where the ocean rills. Look east to the dancing Sound. And we From draughts of the sparkling air the deep blue cup of sky. The swell of the city's hum.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[248] . 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.' And gun kissed gun with the kiss of hate And the ban of the blazing Hp. They won their way with the musket-play While the Briton raged below. But ever the Richard's topmen swept The decks of the shrinking foe. was fire and flood and wrack. And It shot rent through and splinters flew.

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

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

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

Her masts were pines Her of mountain birth. [252] .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. And fifteen stripes and fifteen stars She flaunted high in air When HuWs fierce broadsides raked the spars Of England's "Guerriere." The school where heroes proved their worth In gale or battle smoke. She rode meet the foe When Bainbridge walked her quarter-deck A hundred years ago. sails without And proud in to a fleck. sides were native oak.

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

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

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

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

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


laneous .


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

failed.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. conquered. toll To drumhead roll and church-bell And boom of minute gun! By night the ruddy beacons flame On crested Kaaterskill. He bade He his bonny bride farewell. His uttermost he gave. In wastes of nor'land snow battled. 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. and fell- Full twoscore years ago [276] . A shadow in the sun.

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

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

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. deep under- ground. or other token of vested rights that the early roadmakers dared not desecrate or disregard. honored landmark. building.infully inartistic. while yet another tells of some old farm wall." [279] . 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. 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. There is a story in every crook and curve of these old highways and byways. another is a forgotten stream that runs. but the older ways of the lower city often ramble with a delightful lack of responsibility.

. held a goodly estate [ 280 . At the Above street numbered "Ten. flexureless. 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. . Macadam and Telford and Byrne. Just south of a chapel with gray Gothic walls. Hear ye the cause! Old Hendrick Brevoort. in —^what matters the date? ] In days that are gone. and the laws Of wise Roman roadmakers. ." a great warehouse of laces and shawls.

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

In spite of all ructions. With tankard "For." deceives.— So stately and proud. To Nor follow the chart ever depart its A hair from guidance. O'ershadowed his lawn with an emerald cloud. 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. "Of all friends. great-boughed. 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. Wide-branching. the very best friend is my tree That never provokes me and never But echoes leaves. truly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A fabled road to the far Cathay Old Hudson sought through our western Highlands. sloops of the The brown-winged Tappan shore Make frightened way for the snorting dragon. 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. But here's the all key to a shorter way the seas to the farthest islands. 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. The scythe-men group and the binders flock To gaze in awe at the floating wonder.The round-eyed Lets fall host at his tavern door the pipe and the frothing flagon. 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. 1 291 ] .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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









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