CHAPTER XII. 



The First Battle in American Naval History. 

 — Over the West Shore Ridges. — The Old 

 Village of Tappan. — Andr^ Memories and 

 Relics. 



I LEFT my kind-hearted host, Mr. Lilburn, 

 returning many thanks for his hospitality, for 

 the information imparted by the documents 

 in his library, and the supply of traditionary 

 lore at his command. Fanny, too, was re- 

 freshed, for the oats served out to her were 

 not musty, like the papers I had feasted upon. 

 Evening was drawing on, and we had a ride 

 of twenty miles before us to Piermont, where 

 I proposed to pass the night with a friend, one 

 of those sensible men who believe that the 

 city is the place for business, and the country 

 is the place for home where clubs, theatres, 

 and the demands of society add not to the 

 toil of the counting-room, thus making life an 

 ever revolving tread-mill, on which rest is 



never found. 



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