But where is that altar that ourselves should erect?

Lo 1 Gratitude roused, as a laggard appears ! Let us mold here a monument worthy to hear

Their record still hallowed by Fredom's own tears! In years that are gone from the lips of our sires,

We have heard that which hiddeth our spirits to thrill : But ' they're passing away,' and our children shall come

To ask of these things when our own hearts are chill :

It is meet then that marble, enduring and pure,

Should emblem the deeds of the noble and brave! From this spot ou earth's bosom shall heavenward rise,

A pile from whose brow their green laurels shall wave. " To the Captors of Andre? " it sacred shall be,--

"Who knew no temptation, no doubt, and no fear! This silently eloquent pillar shall tell

Of the good, brave and true, who are crowned fore'er!

" The Captors of Andre ! " three strong-hearted braves I

Fame writes them, a Paulding, Williams, Van Wart, The Sons of Westchester, guard proudly their graves,

And their mem'ry is green in each patriot heart. Here, here was it wrought, that good deed of our sires,

For Freedom a noble and earnest endeavor ! Their laurels shall bloom, and Posterity's tears

Like dew shall keep fragrant those laurels forever!"

The monument is a plain shaft of native dolomite, and bears the folfowing inscription : --

ON THIS SPOT

The 23d day of September, 1780, the Spy,

MAJOR JOHN ANDRE,