Wo 1 to the night moth that Hits in my way, Wo I to the tribes in the still air that plaj-, Wo ! to the wretch in the night dew that sings, For the death spirit waits on the rush of my wings ; High and low, swift and slow, through the shadow I fly, While the wolf's in her track, and the owl hooteth nigh ; When the moon from her cloud-cinctured car brightly gleams, And starts the shades with her tremulous beams. Then loud in the night winds I pour my wild son;:, Whip-poor-will, Whip-poor-will, through the mists rolling gray, And the tremulous moon-beams on high wings I play.

Now the owl to the gloom of the forest has flown,

And the deer to her covert hath stealthily gone ;

The lone prowling wolf to his lair is returning,

For night's shadows are lost in the blush of the morning,

Now swift to my dark home I'll silently fly

And close on the daylight my broad, gleaming eye.

-- Knickerbocker Magazine.

Whip-poor-will Hill is very high, and contains much arable land, especially adapted for pasturage. With the exception of Prospect Hill, it overtops all others in the neighborhood. In this vicinity is Wampus Pond,* whence issues a tributary to the Byram River, as mentioned in the description of New Castle. Byram Lake lies in the north-east part of the town towards Bedford, not far from the village of North Castle. This lake is fed by numerous springs from the Cohamong or Armonck hills, which border it on the east. The north-western shore is bounded by steep, rocky acclivities, covered with woods. & It is an extensive and beautiful sheet of water, constituting the head of Byram (Armonck) River, which waters the southern part of the town. The lake abounds with pickerel, which were introduced here from the western lakes by a number of enterprising gentlemen in the neighborhood."