, 1875-08-22
1ost1o each other in . cruel way ss II g.udgingly
guarding their insecure portions

1ostlo each other in cruel way as II gzudgingl,
guarding their insecure portions
The reason that such vast num bera are resting
here is, that, in 4 time, many, many years ago
the phlegmatic Dutchmen who constituted the
soYeraign municipal authorities Of Gotham, and
who we're not yet out Of wooden shoes nor int
@stheucs, SAW no inconsistency IN thus hetero-
generously commingting the Ilustnoua aud Ur.
ter Of the then modest Trinity to decently intel
all who saw TT to die and choose quiet Trinity
society. the legal tariff being, adults, "a; chill.
aren and infants, Cd" Another and graver rea-
sou, and one that sends an indignant thrill
through every American hears upon mention
the dead Of the - Old sugar-houae Prison." In
tho rear Of Trinity battle-ground, and the former
site Of the cid PRISON, WAS an alley, or, 1t that
time, ditch, into which were thrown the bodies
Of the martyred patriots Who died from starya-
ton. or through crueltiea received. whe1e they
remained to offend the nostrils Of tho British
eoId1ery. until their wretcheu and broken hearted
friends stole them away BY night At the risk of
sentrY'e bullet, tnat the kind earth might re-
ce.ye them under the shadows Of Trinity.
OF 4 pleasant evening. when the human tide
changes and wearily Gibbs back upon the island,
and quiet begins to settle upon the locality it :s
restine to htcal within this hush aud Stiffness
which seems intensified from the sacred charac-
ie1 Of the place, to dream IN hour away among
the sombre surroundings; and, il you can elnde
the vigilant eye OF the sexton, brisk little
1el1OR. WHO Ii ll1lJ ENA0ouetA LUIGI
colony Of himself-untn he locks the
iron gates With loud slam, and lingles and clat
tera away into the dusk that ia fast wrapping up
his Importance, you Are just ready to give your
self up to weird, strange spell, and to feel
that you hare secured sacred companiooahip.
You nod lnmilia1ly to the grinning eargoyles,
while swift intelligence links your thought to
the bands which rudely chisefed them. aud the
times OF which they are rude exponent. You
trace the ancient lettering, seeking whose &C.
quaintance will carry you furthest back among
the years, and you find that one Richard Churcher
was lucky enough to die in 1691-nea.ly 40
years asot You find interest here. You place
your hand upon the stone aud wonder, perhaps,
how long it will be before 1t mingies with him
whose name it bears; and how many more hands
vii! touch it, as yours does NOW, II time ba as
patient as it has been; and vast throng Of
fancies fit through your mind until you stumble
upon the 1eyeled spoDe that tells you that poor
Charotte Temple at last found Eest-aud. We
trust, peace. Near this ia crumbling stone
bearing the quaint legend:
Here 1yeth I VICE childe,
Token before she got wilde~
little ha1f-defaced croas-a nero scratch
npon the stone projecting tue Livingstone
manor vault, indicates tia. Robert Fulton is
asleep; while Hamilton, Lawrence. and hun
dreds whose names are brighter IN mems MEN,
ories than upon caototaph or obe1isk are at rest
in this quiet place, the one only secure retreat
from the turmoil Of Gotham.
You would linger longer here, but the du8k
comes down. the lights flare out upon the great
city, and the shadows close about the shadows
under the shadous OF Trinity.
EDGAR L. WAKEMAr.