Literary New York . t literature of infant New York,living a life as quiet and as regular asany Dutch colonist could have de-manded. On a Sunday morning hepreached in the church in the fortthe long, heavy sermons that hispeople loved. In the afternoon herode away on the highway that ledinto the country, past the CollectPond, over the Kissing Bridge at theFresh Water, on to the stretch thatwas to grow into the Bowery, throughthe forest till he came to the fewclustering houses of the BouwerieVillage, where Stuyvesant had spenthis old age. In the village churchhe preached of an afternoon,—thechur
Literary New York . t literature of infant New York,living a life as quiet and as regular asany Dutch colonist could have de-manded. On a Sunday morning hepreached in the church in the fortthe long, heavy sermons that hispeople loved. In the afternoon herode away on the highway that ledinto the country, past the CollectPond, over the Kissing Bridge at theFresh Water, on to the stretch thatwas to grow into the Bowery, throughthe forest till he came to the fewclustering houses of the BouwerieVillage, where Stuyvesant had spenthis old age. In the village churchhe preached of an afternoon,—thechurch which Stuyvesant had builtand beside which he was huried,—the church which was to stand an-other hundred years and which wasthen to give way to a house of wor-ship to be called St. Marks, which, t 2 Writers of New Amsterdam in turn, two centuries and more afterStuyvesants day, was still to be foundstanding in the core of a great me-tropolis. Dominie Selyns lived long enoughto see many changes. He lived to see. Englands king ; he lived to see NewYork rent asunder through the over-zealousness of one Jacob Leisler, whofeared lest the town should not recog-nize a king of Dutch blood ; he lived tosee Lord Bellomont made Governorand riding through the streets in acoach the gorgeousness of which as-5 3 Literary New York tounded all; he lived to see CaptainWilliam Kidd sail out of the harborin the ship Adventure Galley, withnever a thought that a few years morewould see him executed as a when Dominie Selyns died, be-queathing his poems to swell thescanty literature of his times, the eraof the Dutch had well-nigh ended. Chapter II Before the Revolution WHEN William Bradford cameto New York, in 1693, thetown had grown so large that it mustneeds have a night-watch— four menwho each carried a lantern, and who,strolling through the quiet streets,proclaimed at the start of each hourthat the weather was fair, or that theweather was foul, and told beside thatall was as well
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