On July 2d of that year, Washington and his army, on their way southward to make the movement against New York, rested at eveningtide before the portals of her church ; and the iStli of August following, upon their return, they passed along her western border on the long march to Yorktown. Knowing, as we do, the inherent reverence of that great leader's nature, we may rest assured that holy thoughts were in his mind as he rode by' that edifice, even then sanctified by venerable age. Perchance, that morning, as he passed beneath her shadow, he in his reverent heart craved her benediction upon his high emprise. Asked or unasked, we love to think her choicest blessing went, with him that day.

Within her sacred keeping lie representatives of every generation of civilized men and women, who have lived and died within the province or State of New York for full two hundred years. Could they but be restored to life and re-endowed with memory and speech, and would they but narrate to us the events in our country's career which they personally witnessed or heard of at the time ot their happening, every chapter of American history from the Lnglish occupation of this province to the present time would be unfolded to our ears.

Upon the choicest spot of the cemetery grounds this monument has been erected: -- upon the very crest, overlooking the southern slope, along whose lower reaches, thick strewn, lie those patriot graves ; and right within the protecting arm of the old redoubt, still plainly to be seen, which with its cannon, in Revolutionary times, frowned over the bridge and pass below.