Yo ho, my hearts, lot's seek the deep.

Ply every oar and cheerly wish her. While the slow bending net we sweep,

God bless the fish hawk and the fisher."

The man who wrote this hymn (whoever he was) was a close observer and lover of nature. lie had music in his heart, and, it is to be hoped, fish in his basket, and could his name be discovered, deserves to have this Fisher's Hymn inscribed on his iiiomimont.

'The writer, having been urged to introduce some observations in this place upon certain Indian graves in Pelham, made an attempt to find them, but failed to do so. Nor was ho able to discover any public burying-place at all in Pelham. The longevity of many of the ancient inhabitants w as remarkable. The late .Mbert Roosevelt was alert and active until past his ninntieth year. His sou Pater is now living in Pelham with unimpaired mental powers, in his ninety-second year. The Rev. Dr. William Hague, the distinguished author of the article upon Old Pelham and New Rochelle, subjoined to this chapter, appears like a sprightly gentleman of 8i.\ty years or thereabouts, whereas, if the records of history can be depended upon, he must bo in the neighborhood of seventy-five or eighty.

The Indian burying-ground is said to have been situated upon the northwest side of Pell's Neck, but very few vestiges of it can now bo seen. This is not wonderful, however, when wo consider the changes which time produces, even among the living. There is scarcely a family of the ancient residents of Pelham which maintains its ancestral place and possessions. The Pells have long been gone. The Schuyleni have removed to another part of the town. The Roosevelt family have retained their hoM uijon the property near Hunter's Island for almost iiiiioty yeai-s but must soon yield to the advancing tide, which Hows not from the waters of the Sound, but from New York City.