The opposite shore of Long Island also, forms another charming addition to the landscape, sprinkled as it is, in all directions, by neat farm houses and villages.

*'The Sound ! Oh ! how many delightful reminiscences does the name bring to our recollection. The Sound ! with its white sand banks, and its wooded shores, its far broad bosom covered with fleets of sails, scudding along in the swift breeze in the open day, and its dark waves roiling and sweeping in whole streams of phosphorescent fire from their plunging bows, as they dash through it in the darkness of midnight. The Sound ! redolent with military story. The Sound ! overflowing with supernatural legend and antiquated history." "Are there not the ' Brothers,' unnatural that they are, who, living centuries together, never to one another have as yet spoken a kindly word, and the great savage ' Executioners,' and 'Throgs,' and 'Sands,' and 'Etons,' all throwing hospitable lights from their high beacon towers, far forward, to guide the wandering Hriariner ; and the 'Devil's Stepping Stones,' o'er which he bounded when driven from Connecticut : and the great rocks too, inside of Flushing Bay, on which he descended, shivering them from top to bottom as he fell. And are there not the ' Norwalk Islands,' with their pines, -- 'Old Sasco,' with her rocks, -- ' Fairweather,' with the wild birds' eggs deep buried in her sands, -- and the far famed fishing banks ofl" the ' Middle Ground.' Ay ! and is it not from the fierce boiling whirlpools of the ' Gate' to 'Gardiners,' and the lone beacon tower of 'Old Montaukett,' one continuous ground of thrilling lore and bold adventure. In her waters the *FJre ship'^ glared amid the darkness; her phantom crew, like red hot statues, standing at their quarters, as rushing onwards,