A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . A decidedly homely man,he has pleasant manners and a shrewd business knows my father, and pats my head. As we leavehim, Johnny Battin points to the old Dutch Church onNassau Street, and tells me that he used it as a riding-school seventy years ago. It is a wonderful place tome, open from 8 to 7 , and sending out itsgreat Northern mail every afternoon at three, its greatEastern mail at the same hour, except on Sunday, andits Southern mail every night, and opening its doorson Sundays for an hou
A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . A decidedly homely man,he has pleasant manners and a shrewd business knows my father, and pats my head. As we leavehim, Johnny Battin points to the old Dutch Church onNassau Street, and tells me that he used it as a riding-school seventy years ago. It is a wonderful place tome, open from 8 to 7 , and sending out itsgreat Northern mail every afternoon at three, its greatEastern mail at the same hour, except on Sunday, andits Southern mail every night, and opening its doorson Sundays for an hour in the morning and we pass St. Pauls Church the old British sol-dier takes off his three-cornered hat before the monu-ment to Major-general Montgomery, and tells me ofthe pageant that marked the bringing back of the deadheros body. I have often seen President Washing-ton come here to church, he says, and he walked invery quietly, without any display, and when he wasonce in his pew he paid no attention to anything buthis prayer-book and the clergyman. And then the. ^ CITY HOTEL, BROADWAY. 1812 old man tells me of the church, as he saw it first insummer, surrounded by pleasant fields, and with noth-ing between its front porch and the river but a stretchof 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 amon
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