The Parks and Cemeteries 307 



Ere brightening up the eastern sky, 



Another morn shall shine, 

 In equalizing dust may lie 



De Lancey's ancient pine. 



"Wo! ho! the satiate traveller stays 

 Where eve's calm glories shine, 

 To weep, as tells of other days 

 De Lancey's ancient pine." 



The portion of the park north of Bolton's bleachery formerly 

 belonged to Pierre Lorillard, who was of French extraction 

 and who obtained possession of the property in the early part 

 of the last century. In the gorge of the river the stream was 

 dammed, and a snuff-mill was erected about 1840-45. The 

 old mill is said to be haunted, on what authority the author 

 knows not. On the high bluff above the dam, Mr. Lorillard 

 erected a great stone mansion, which, after this became public 

 property, was for a long time used as a police station, but out 

 of which the guardians of the park at last succeeded in ousting 

 the guardians of the peace. The bridge which crosses the 

 stream below the house is a favorite point with visitors, as the 

 view is so charming. Just south of the house is a garden in 

 which old-fashioned flowers run riot — hollyhocks, sweet- 

 williams, marigolds, roses, and what not. The Lorillards 

 were careful to preserve the natural beauties of the region, 

 and it is to this carefulness we owe the magnificent trees that 

 are still standing. Under their shade, in the summer time, 

 the band discourses music to the delight of thousands. The 

 presence of so many fine trees led to the setting apart of two 

 hundred and fifty acres in the upper part of the park as a 

 botanical garden, under the care and protection of a society 

 formed for the purpose. In this way an arboretum has been 



