Montgomer}' was left alone upon the ]:)iazza of her home, "Montgomery Place." There, un watched, she coidd witness the pomp and ceremony of that melanchoh^ progress that, w4iile it could not fail to gratify her pride, yet renewed the anguish of her loss and brought the scalding tears to her aged eyes. The steamboat stopped before her house and the troops stood under arms as the distant strains of the dead-march came up from the river. At last the final honours to Montgomery were paid in New York City, and on the 8th of July, 181 8, his remains were interred under the monument in St. Paul's Churchyard. We have, in a former chapter, made reference to Hyde Park as the scene of James Kirke Paulding's retirement, and no account of the river written fiftv years ago could have omitted to mention the beauties of his country home, " Placentia," and the fame of the author and jniblic servant who lived there. But who recollects to-day in whose administration Paulding was Secretary of State -- or was it war? -- and what library in active circulation to-day would be cumbered by keeping his once-popular books on its shelves ? James K. Paulding is to most Americans a scarcely remembered name, recalled only because of his association with Washington Irving in some youthful literary

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ventures. His pleasant home at Hyde Park was reehristened b_\' a subseciuent owner, as though to emphasise the vanity of popular reputation. An in(|uiry about the last scene of his earthly sojourn elicits from one whose leisure, if not elegant, is at least obvious, such a re])ly :