His own stated residence is a properly constituted country home, where he raises the best Niagara grapes that come into the market; but, to satisfy the cravings of a born woodsman, he has built for retiring a less pretentious nest, which he calls Slabsides, a little "city where nobody lives," and the number of those who find it are few. Stephen Henry Thayer, long a resident of Tarrytown, has given us, in many a sweet transcript, the voices of the woods and waters of Sleepy Hollow. His hues upon the Nyack behs, heard at evening on the opposite shore of the Tappan Zee, are peculiarly tender in sentiment :

The lurking shadows, dim and mute, Fall vaguely on the dusky river ; Vexed breezes play a phantom lute, Athwart the waves that curl and quiver:

Literary Associations of the Hudson 287 And hedged against an amber light, The lone hills cling, in vain endeavor, To touch the curtained clouds of night. That, weird-hke, form and fade for ever.

Then break upon the blessed calm. -- Deep, dying melodies of even. -- Those Nyack bells; like some sweet psalm Thev float along the fields of heaven.

Now laden with a nameless Ijalm. Now musical with song thou art ; I tune thee l:)y an inward charm. And make thee minstrel of my heart.

O bells of Xyack, faintly toll Across the starry-lighted sea, Thv murmurs thrill a thirsty soul, xVnd wing a heavenly hymn to me.

There is not space to mention all. We have with us as this is written, Doctor David Cole, at Yonkers, a veteran in educational work, in pulpit work, in historical work ; Joel Benton at Poughkeepsie ; Harrold Van Santvoord at Kinderhook. We remember that E. P. Roe, when he was " Driven Back to Eden," found the delectable mountains of that blessed country al )0\'e the Highlands, with John Burroughs established as a sort of titular angel to show him the glories of the land.