'■ But allow mo to speak wliat I liumbly feel,-- To a true poet-heart add the fun of Dick Steele Throw in all of Addison, mmiis the chill ; With the whole of that partnership's stock and good- will, Mix well, and while stirring, hum o'er as a spell, The fine old English Gentleman ; simmer it well. Sweeten .just to j'our own private liking, then strain. That only the finest and purest remain ; Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives From the warm, lazy sun loitering down through green leaves, And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving A name either English or Yankee-- just Irving."

I must remember that I am not writing an eulogy of M'r. -Irving, but only giving a few outlines with pen and pencil of his late home on the banks of the Hudson. Around that home sweetest memories will ever cluster, and the pilgrim to Sunnyside will rejoice to honour those who made that home so delightful to their idol, and who justly find a place in the sunny recollections of the departed.

Around that cottage, and the adjacent lands and waters, Irving's genius has cast an atmosphere of romance, f The old Dutch house -- one of the oldest in all that region -- out of whuJh grew that quaint cottage, was a part of the veritable "Wolfert's Roost -- the very dwelling wherein occurred Katrina Yan Tassel's memorable quilting frolic, that terminated so disastrously to Ichabod Crane, in his midnight race with the Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow. There, too, the veracious Dutch historian, Diedrich Knickerbocker, domiciled while he was deciphering the precious documents found there, " which, like the lost books of Livy, had baffled the research of former historians. "J But its appearance had sadly changed when it was purchased by Mr.