I gaze, but they have vanish'd; and the eve, Free now to roam from where I take my stand, Dwells on the hoary pile, let no rash hand Attempt its desecration: for though I Beneath the sod shall sleep, and memory's sigh Be there for ever stifled in this breast, -- Yet all who boast them of a land so blest, Whose pilgrim feet may some day hither hie, -- Shall melt, alike, and kindle at the thought That these rude walls have echoed to the sound Of the great Patriot's voice' that even the ground I tread was trodden too by him who fought To make us free; and whose unsullied name. Still, like the sun, illustrious shines the same.

Henry Rowe Schoolcraft, of Irving 's generation, was a nati\'e of the \'er}- Dutch town of Albany, though of EngHsh ancestry. His books cover a wide field of travel, history, and scientific research, but it was particularly inthe field of ethnology that he excelled, and his monumental works relating to the history, mode of life, and traditions of various Indian tribes have given him a permanent place among great American investigators. But we cannot accord to Schoolcraft any prominent place in the literary associations of the Hudson, for his work was mainly the result of thirty years of sojourn and study among the redskins upon the frontier. John Romeyn Brodhead, the patient comj^iler of the ten great tomes that contain transcripts of all discoverable documents relating to the early history of New York, was bom in Saugerties. He ransacked the lib- raries of The Hague and of London, scenting an old