The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-08-01
In New York
Rx PAIL HARRISON

New York.-Manhattan Island is not a refuge for the dead. Man haitian is a land of the living, where property is worth several dollars a square inch, where com merce must expand, and subways tunnel through the earth. Bones yield no dividends.
 And so there are few cemeteries in Manhattan. During the last half century thousands of graves have been moved to outlying sub urbs, and the few that remain are either in grounds maintained by wealthy institutions, or are in out of-the-way spots where civic pro- gress hasn't happened to en- croach.
 Strangely enough, two of the largest buyring grounds occupy some of the city's most valuable property-at Trinity church, on Broadway at Wall street. and at St Paurs chapel, a few blocks north.
 A Legend Lives
 One of the best-known graves is that of Charlotte Temple. who lies near the Broadway fence in front of Trinity. You haven't heard of Charlotte Temple? Well, she beautiful English girl who loved d high-ranking British officer some 200 years ago, stopped to folly. and came to America to hide her shame and bear her child. And here she died. That's all there is to the story, but the years have lent embellishments to the legend until Charlotte now is sort of betrayed Evangeline. People often put fresh flowers over the place where she sleeps.
 Probably not one New Yorker in thousand could tell you where to find the Marble cemetery, for it is bisected by Second ave- nue and hidden by the buildings along Second and Third streets. Tenement windows stare down in- to it's immaculate greenness now, but once it was "A Place of Inter- ment for Gentlemen"-the burial ground of some of the oldest Knickerbocker families.
 Marble" was merely the name of the association which once maintained the place. The east part is dotted with graves and monuments. James Monroe. once president of the United States, was buried there in 1881. The western section, reached only through an alley and big iron gate, contains vaults One bears an epitaph of Stewart Dean. gall lant commander of the privateers Beaver and Nimrod. Other promi- nent names are Moses Taylor. It t,n Co ;.. and Robert Tillotson. Back in early Colonial times man named Preserved Fish was entombed there. The caretaker told me the cemetery has few visitors "Only old ladies'" he said. Always in black. they are: and in old auto mobiles with old chauffeurs."
 Peace on the Bowcry
 For collectors of old cemeteries though. the most interesting one is tucked away in q little triangle on New Bowery. Just a block or so from Chintown. but in direction few tourists ever take. It's the First cemetery of the Spanish and Portuguese synagogue, and was established in 1856. Elevated trains clamor along almost overhead, and lost souls of the Bowery drift past the tall iron fence. On two sides of the inclosure are a beer parIor and garage. Several floors above tenement families reel their wash ings directly over the gravestones.
 To enter the place, you have to send someone to find Francesca Marsiota, an aged caretaker who 5 devotes most of his time to sieFu tas. He unlocks the gate with a large, rusty key, and stands impa- tiently while you wander among the hundred graves. Tattered flags mark the resting places of Revolutionary soldiers. A few of the oldest stones have worn until the lattering is illegible, and mo- body knows who is buried there. One inscription which still can be traced reads: ITO the Memory of the Aged and Virtuous Virgin, Rachael Pinto, Who Died at the Age of 91" Rachael was a good girl on what used to be wickedest street.
 My favorite epitaph, however comes from a cemetery in New Jersey. A weathered headstone says: Emmy Sturgis, Born 1882 Died 1876 She Had Good Time"