A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . tchof greensward ; for. though St. Paul looks out uponBroadway from his lofty niche, the church itself turnsits back upon that bustling thoroughfare. But I ammore interested in his story of the suicides grave that A TOUR AROUND NEW YORK ^73 lies directly under our feet. A son of a former rectorof Trinity took his own life, and they would not buryhim in the church-yard, but laid his poor, mutilated body at rest be-neath the sidewalk,just outside of thechurchs gate. Iwill never forgetthis as I pass thespot, tho
A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . tchof greensward ; for. though St. Paul looks out uponBroadway from his lofty niche, the church itself turnsits back upon that bustling thoroughfare. But I ammore interested in his story of the suicides grave that A TOUR AROUND NEW YORK ^73 lies directly under our feet. A son of a former rectorof Trinity took his own life, and they would not buryhim in the church-yard, but laid his poor, mutilated body at rest be-neath the sidewalk,just outside of thechurchs gate. Iwill never forgetthis as I pass thespot, though tenthousand other feetpass lightly over thedead mans uncon-secrated ashes. A group of menstand on the frontsteps of the AstorHouse, and I lookat them with a vastdeal of is currently re-ported among myi school-mates that;. the guests at their granite hostelry,which rises highabove all surround-ing buildings withthe sole exceptionof St. Pauls, haveto pay one dollar aday for their entertainment. It is an enormous sumto expend for board and lodging, and my boyish mind. MONUMENT TO GENERAL MONTGOMERY 174 A TOUR AROUND NEW YORK is lost in contemplation of the amount of luxuriousease which it is possible to purchase with such a price. My little feet trot along in syncopated rhythm withthe nonagenarians slow pace as we leave Broadway andturn down Warren Street, and it seems almost a longenough journey to have afforded us a pretext for takinga Kipp & Brown stage. But Johnny is an old soldier,and it is a matter of daily dut}^ with him to take hisconstitutional. At last, however, we have reachedGreenwich Street. There, in front of the modest littlestore, hangs a gigantic wooden stocking in glaringplaid coloring, and in the doorway stands Johnny Bat-tins son Joseph, who was the first of the city militia-men to grasp the hand of Lafayette when he landed atthe Battery on his second visit to this country, and— Papa, whats the matter—are you dreaming? Itis my little twelve
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