HUNT'S POINT 



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Before you are the placid, rippling, flashing waters of the 

 Sound dotted here and there by the white sails of pleasure craft; 

 while in the distance rise the dim bluish outlines of Long Island. 

 Toward the west lies the Metropolitan City of Greater New York 

 in all its majestic splendor. Silhouetted against the sky are the 

 outlines of the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, St. Luke's Hos- 

 pital, Columbia Library, and Grant's Tomb as well as the College 

 of the City of New York and Columbia University with their many 

 outlying buildings. The populous Bronx stretches northward, and 



Grave of Joseph Rodman Drake 



the green rolling slopes of Westchester extend toward the east. The 

 evidences of vigorous life and progress viewed from this little 

 resting place of those so long dead bring strongly to mind the 

 achievements of our own era. 



But when the wintry clouds scurry over the hill, and the rain 

 beats down the withered weeds and dark graves, the burying 

 ground seems weird and desolate. Years of wind and weather 

 show plainly their imprints on the fifty or more tombstones scat- 

 tered about, some of which, overspread with a coat of green moss, 

 and sunken deep into the sod, date back nearly two and a half 

 centuries. 



