A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . ondered, who could do and dare so much, and w^hatmanner of men were they, their successors, who couldforget it? How many business men—how many ofNew Yorks rich men—know where sleep the ashes ofFrancis Lewis and Philip Livingston? Happily theymade not their sacrifices to be seen of men or re-warded by them. Sweet is their sleep beneath thegrasses wet by Gods dews as if a nation had reareda marble pile above to pierce the skies and commem-orate their patriotism. The sunshine falls upon thetrees in the church-ya
A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . ondered, who could do and dare so much, and w^hatmanner of men were they, their successors, who couldforget it? How many business men—how many ofNew Yorks rich men—know where sleep the ashes ofFrancis Lewis and Philip Livingston? Happily theymade not their sacrifices to be seen of men or re-warded by them. Sweet is their sleep beneath thegrasses wet by Gods dews as if a nation had reareda marble pile above to pierce the skies and commem-orate their patriotism. The sunshine falls upon thetrees in the church-yard and dances over their resting-places, and the rain visits them with gentle touch, andthey shall break from the loving arms of dear Mother 258 A TOUR AROUND NEW YORK Earth just as gladly, when the trump of the last Eastersends forth its call, as though their graves had beenmade a point of pilgrimage for a thousand yet—and yet—it would not be a bad thing forNew York to remember the children of whom she hasall reason to be proud, and whose honor is her t K i ftit
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