Fitz Greene Halleck's pathetic lines on the death of his companion, will not be considered inappropriate here, especially as the last two c-f the first stanza are engraved upon this tombstone : --

Greene be the turf above thee, Friend of my better day ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.

Tears fell when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep ; And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf sleep.

"When hearts whose truth was proven, Like tiiine, are laid in earth, '■ Then should a wreath be woven

To tell the world their worth.

And I, who wake each morrow To clasp tliy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow. Whose weal and wo were thine. --

It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow ; But I've in Yai)i essayed it. And feel I cannot now.

While memory bids me weep thee, Nor thouglits nor words are free, The grief is fixed too deeply That mourns a man like thee.

Upon JVaddingion Point, the south-west projection of the PLzniing Neck, is situated Blythe place-- formerly belonging to Francis Barretto, Esq. The house is a handsome edihce of stone. The grounds are richly wooded, and the views of the river extensive, and singularly beautiful. Mr. Barretto for many years represented this county in Assembly. In the immediate \icinity of Blythe place stood the residence* of the late Thomas Leggett, whose ancestors had been resident proprietors of the great Planting Neck, since the year 1690, if not before.