ART. I. SLEEPY HOLLOW ILLUSTRATED. BY T. ADDISON RICHARDS,

ILLUSTRATIONS: THE RIVER FROM SLEEPY HOLLOW, 129; TARRYTOWN, SOUTH FROM

IRVING PARK, 180: KINGSLAND'S POINT, TARRYTOWN, 181; THE OLD DUTCH CHURCH,

SLEEPY HOLLOW, 182; THE OLD MILL, SLEEPY HOLLOW. 188; THE BRIDGE IN SLEEPY

HOLLOW, 184; CARL'S MILL' IN SLEEPY HOLLOW, 185; BROOK SCENE IN SLEEPY

HOLLOW, 186; 'ROCKWOOD, SEAT OF EDWIN BARTLETT, Esq., 187; RESIDENCE OF MRS.

A. G. PHELPS, 139; CROTON POINT, FROM SING-SING, 141; THE FEMALE PRISON, SING-

SING, 142; THE STATE PRISON, SING SING, 143; THE CROTON AQUEDUCT, SING-SING, 144.

II. CIRCASSIA AND THE CIRCASSIANS. BY JOHN P. BROWN, ESQ., CON-

IV. MY FIRST NIGHT IN LONDON,

V. A MEMORY OF THE LATE WILLIAM T. PORTER. BY R. S. CHILTON,

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HUMBOLDT AT A COURT-PAGEANT IN BERLIN. BY HON. J. W. WALL, 158

A WINTER HYMN,.

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VII.

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XIIL, A DAY IN THE DEAD LETTER OFFICE. BY FRANCIS COPCUTT,

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2. REMINISCENCES OF THE LATE WASHINGTON IRVING: NUMBER TWO, 222

3. LETTER FROM THE LATE HON. ROBERT M. CHARLTON,

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4. GOSSIP WITH READERS AND CORRESPONDENTS,

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THE village of Tarrytown lies in quiet beauty upon the verdant slopes which sweep down from the Greenburg hills to the edge of the Tappan Sea. The roofs and chimneys of the ancient hamlet are seen amidst the spars and sails of the busy river-craft far along the shore: while above, on terrace after terrace, upon the right hand and upon the left, are the cosy cottages and the stately chateaux which the more recent romantic occupation of the region has so magically conjured up. Not one of the many pictures of the Hudson falls more strikingly or more gratefully upon the eye of the traveller, as he gazes wonderingly from the deck of his passing steamer, and at no time is he more likely to consult his guide-book, or to question his neighbors. And nothing more reasonable, for the story involved is well worth his seeking and his having. Tarrytown is a famous little place, in topographical beauty, in historic record, in poetic reminiscences, and in social delight. Its chronicles go back more than two centuries, being contemporary with those of New-Amsterdam itself, for scarcely had the valorous Dutchmen of that day lighted their pipes on the then desert island of Manhattan before they began to explore the contiguous beauties. It is not likely that the attractions of the present site of Tarrytown would have escaped their intelligent notice, even without the hint they got from the Indian hamlet which already occupied it.

The first purchase hereabouts by the European adventurers was in 1680, very soon after which settlements were commenced; though up to the period of the revolution but little advance was made; for we are told that as late as 1776, the village consisted of only twelve houses. When peace and prosperity returned to the land, the settle

ment began to increase and wax fat, and not the less so with the help of the active enterprise of the recruits who poured in, all unbidden, from the neighboring New-England colonies - the dreaded 'losel Yankees' of the time. 'Tarwe town, the name by which the Dutch at first called the hamlet, in memento, it is supposed, of the abundance of its wheat culture, fell, in process of time, into the present nomenclature of Tarrytown, through the agency, says Mr. Irving, of the worthy housewives of the neighborhood, who had good reason to know the village only as the place at which their forgetful husbands were prone to tarry over-much on market and holidays.

Keeping pace with the steady growth of the river-settlements, Tarrytown gradually expanded from the hamlet of revolutionary days into the populous and thriving village of these later times, and within the very few years past, since the generous outpouring upon the rivershores of the wealth and elegance of the great metropolis below, it has become one of the most sumptuous of all the present beautiful villa neighborhoods.

Tarrytown was the centre of much stirring adventure during the period of the national struggle for independence. We have already spoken of that memorable incident, the capture of the British spy, André, which occurred in what was then the vicinity, but is now the heart of the village. A populous and elegant street now passes the spot where Paulding and his companions lay hidden, and a bold obelisk points it out to the passing traveller. At the time of the action, the scene was overshadowed by a stately whitewood tree, which by a singular coïncidence was destroyed by lightning on the very day that the news of Arnold's death came to Tarrytown. The remains of this monumental tree were long preserved, but at this day not a trace of it is left. It was worthy of high regard in its own right, being a