The resulting monument, consisting of a base and shaft of conventional pattern, was < nt from Sing Sing marble, material and labor being I ho uift of the officials of the State Prison. The inscription was written by the lion. James Iv. Paulding, ex-secretary of the navy and the intimate friend of Washington Irving. On the 7th of October, 1853, the monument was dedicated. Governor Horatio Seymour and staff, many distinguished guests, and a great concourse of people being present. After an appropriate address by Governor Seymour, the oration of the day was delivered by Henry J. Raymond, the famous editor of the New York Times. This oration, admirable alike for its well proportioned treatment of the varied aspects of the theme, its elevation of feeling and warmth of sympathy, its beauty yet simplicity of diction, is probably the most satisfactory epitome of the story of Andre in its significant relations that is to be found in all the voluminous literature of the subject. We quote a single eloquent passage, contrasting the fate of Andre with that of the noble American patriot, Nathan Hale: From the moment of Andre's arrest lie was treated with unvarying kindness and consideration. No restraint not essential to the security of his person was for a moment imposed; not a harsh or unfeeling- expression, from officer, soldier, or citizen, ever grated on his ears or chilled the youthful current of his heart. Books, paper, and ink were at his command; he wrote freely even to the British commander-in-chief; messages of kindness and relics of remembrance* tohis friends were promptly sent forward; and a sad solemnity, full of tenderness and of pity, presided at his execution. From all that vast multitude assembled on yonder heights to see him die arose no word of exultation; no breath of taunt or triumph broke the sereneness of the surrounding air; melancholy music gave voice to melancholy thoughts ; tears dimmed the eyes and wet the cheeks of the peasant soldiers by whom he was surrounded; and so profound was the impress of the scene upon their patriot hearts that long succession of years could not wear it out, nor seal the fountains of sorrow it had unclosed.