A trolley line connects with the Forty-second Street Ferry and carries the passengers to the top of the bluff and beyond. But there are still, between this point and Fort Lee, unoccupied and wooded acres lying back of the shore along the heights that are still among the finest points of ^4ew in the neighbourhood of New York. More than half a century ago Fitz-Greene Halleck wrote, in praise of this locality: Weehawken ! In thy mountain scenery yet All we adore of nature in her wild

On the Jersey Shore 8i And frolic hour of infancy, is met; And never has a summer's morning smiled Upon a lovelier scene, than the full eye Of the enthusiast revels in, when high

Amid thy forest solitudes, he climbs O'er crags, that proudly tower above the deep, And knows the sense of danger which sublimes The breathless moment -- when his daring step Is on the verge of the cliff, and he can hear The low dash of tlie wave with startled ear.

In such an hour he turns, and on his view. Ocean and earth and heaven burst before him, Clouds slumbering at his feet and the clear blue Of summer's sky in beauty bending o'er him -- The city bright below: and far away, Sparkling in golden light, his own romantic bay.

Stevens, as elsewhere noted, bnilt and operated the first steam ferryboats that were ever used, and they ran Ijetween Manhattan Island and Hoboken. One cannot realise the primitive Hoboken of that day in the place of many wharves, where the ocean liners lie at their piers, or move niajesticalh' out into the stream. Among the |:)rincipal steamers that make a landing at Hoboken are those of the North German Lloyd, Hamburg, and Wilson lines. The river front is uniriviting -- a region of coal-sheds, of depots, and elaborate complications of rails.