Rand . g to the Cemetery. Resuming his walk, the visitor comes speedily to the rtorthwestcorner of the plain, and stops to admire Launt Thompsonsvigorous Statue of Sedgwick—a bronze presentment of thecommander of the renowned Sixth Corps of the Army of thePotomac, erected by that corps in loving admiration. It is anoble figure, with the steadfastness of the mans character andthe excitement of battle in its pose. An obelisk to the memory of E. W. Wood, who waskilled at Fort Erie, in Canada, in 1814, formerly stood near here,but was moved to the cemetery in 1885. Officers Row has now
Rand . g to the Cemetery. Resuming his walk, the visitor comes speedily to the rtorthwestcorner of the plain, and stops to admire Launt Thompsonsvigorous Statue of Sedgwick—a bronze presentment of thecommander of the renowned Sixth Corps of the Army of thePotomac, erected by that corps in loving admiration. It is anoble figure, with the steadfastness of the mans character andthe excitement of battle in its pose. An obelisk to the memory of E. W. Wood, who waskilled at Fort Erie, in Canada, in 1814, formerly stood near here,but was moved to the cemetery in 1885. Officers Row has now been reached—a line of comfortable,plain residences, built, for the most part, more than fifty yearsago, in which many tenants whose names are bright on the rollsof the American army have succeeded one another. The housenear this corner, having somewhat larger grounds, and dis-tinguished by the super solemn and extra-elegant sentry pacingbefore the gate, is that of the commandant of the Post. These. TARRYTOWN TO WEST POINT, 101 residences continue northward for some distance around thecurve in the road, which will take you directly to the gates ofthe Post Cemetery, half a mile distant. If you have an hourto spare, this cemetery is well worth a visit. Among its manymonuments, the most notable is that erected by the cadets to theircomrade, Vincent M. Lowe, who was killed by the prematuredischarge of a cannon in 1817. It is known as the Cadets Monu-ment, bears the names of several other officers more latelyinscribed upon it, and overshadows the grave of Miss SusanWarner, the novelist. To no one, however, can this lovelybivouac of the slain appeal with the sensation that it does toan old resident. The latest addition is the monument to Keyes. West Point, exclaims Prof. Bailey, in his Reminiscences, is the saddest place in the world. When I go back, I feel likeRip Van Winkle after his sleep in those mystic mountains dimlyseen up the river. Here is the old routine of long years
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