A century has made mighty changes. Years afterward, Washington Irving wrote: To me the Hudson is full of storied associations, connected as it is with some of the happiest portions of my Hfe. Each striking feature brings to mind some early adventure or enjoy-

In the Land of Irving- 241 ment, some favourite companion who shared it with me, some fair object, perchance, of youthful admiration, who, hkc a star, may have beamed her allotted time and passed away.

There is something dehghtfully youthful and pastoral in that last touch. We catch a glimpse of other boyish i:)astimes than gunning or fishing or dreaming in a boat under the willows near Mr. Oliver Ferris 's house, -- the Sunnyside of future years. The "beaming" objects of youthful admiration, met at the church or down by the mill-pond between services, or perhaps at the market-boat landing, gave, we cannot doubt, a l)eculiar zest to life, a particular delight to memory. The granddaughters of those girls of long ago must, some of them at least, be with us still. I wonder if there are preserved pleasant traditions of those innocent flirtations. I would like to know how the slower country beaux regarded the encroachments of those two city bo^'^s. One of the resorts well known to all the fishermen on the Tappan Zee was the Hafenje, or little harbour, a i^leasant bay that indented the shore to the north of the "Yellow Rocks." In later days the old Dutch name became corrupted to "Hobbinger." It can hardly be doubted that the youthful companions wet their lines in its quiet water or beached their boat under the pines and hemlocks that bordered it. What is left of the Hafenje now is a shallow cove between the railroad track and the dam behind which General Watson Webb confined its tributary brook.