Perhaps the simple
ending of it is most impressive of all; so let us make it our own for
the occasion:
_"... But the ALMIGHTY,
Whom alone he feared, and whose gracious protection
He had often experienced,
Was pleased to remove him from a place of Honour,
To an eternity of happiness,
On the 29th day of July, 1752,
In the 49th year of his age."_
CHAPTER IV
_The Story of Richmond Hill_
If my days of fancy and romance were not past, I could find
here an ample field for indulgence!--ABIGAIL ADAMS,
writing from Richmond Hill House, in 1783.
I had left dear St. John's,--for this time my pilgrim feet were turned
a bit northward to a shrine of romance rather than religion. I
meandered along Canal, and traversed Congress Street. Congress, by the
bye, is about two yards long; do you happen to know it?
In a few moments, I was standing in a sort of trance at that
particular point of Manhattan marked by the junction of Charlton and
Varick streets and the end of Macdougal, about two hundred feet north
of Spring.
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