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This portrait of the bold naviga tor is copied from an Oil Painting, of undoubted authenticity, pre sented to the State by one of its j oldest families, and now preserved - in the City Hall, New York. ;,-3c^, .: 5^' THE TOUEIST'S G-UIDE THROUGH THE EMPIRE STATE. EMBRACING ALL CITIES, TOWNS AND WATERING PLACES, By Hudson River and New York Central Route, DESCRIBING ALL ROUTES OF TRAVEL, AND PLACES OF POPULAR IN TEREST AND RESORT ALONG THE HUDSON RIVER, LAKE GEORGE, LAKE CHAMPLAIN, THE ADIRONDACKS, SARATOGA, NIAGARA PALLS, Etc., Etc. Edited and l*uhVished hy M:iiS- S. S. OOliT, A.Jl.BJ^lSrY, N. Y. ••• 1871. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1871, by S. S. COLT, in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. c-^^^^^- CHAPTER I. PAGE. A Birds-eye View of New York and its Environs 1 CHAPTER II. New York to Irvington. Telling Old Stories and New Ones by the way 11 CHAPTER III. From Irvington to West Point. Beecher's Home — Greeley's Farm 22 CHAPTER IV. West Point to Albany. The West Point Cadets — the Beauties of Poughkeepsie, and the Story of ^ Tongue that was Tamed !.. 44 CHAPTER V. Our Capital City. Its Sights and its People— Old Times and New ! 71 CHAPTER VI. Albany and Susquehanna Road. The Helderbergs— Howe's Cave- Sharon Springs— Richfield Springs— Cherry Valley 104 IV GONTBA'TS. CHAPTER VII. PAGE. Cooperstown. The Home of Feniraore Cooper — Leatherstocking Falls—" Lake Glimmerglass " 122 CHAPTER VIII. Troy — Ballston Spa — Saratoga and its Belles '. 134 CHAPTER IX. Lake George — Lake Champlain — the Adirondacks — about Deer and Black Flies ! 149 CHAPTER X. Our Westward VV^ay. Auburn — Cornell University — Taghkanic Falls — Rochester — Avon — Watkins Glen, etc 105 CHAPTER XI. Buffalo and Niagara 188 CHAPTER XII. Hints for Travelers 199 CHAPTER Xlll. Princess Neraona ; or, Love in the Empire State 205 CHAPTER XIV: Poem — Climbing up the Mountain 213 CHAPTER XV. Finis 220 LIDING via steamboat, Riding viii rail,— Cicerone and Tourist, We unfold our tale. PP from the beaten track We shall sometimes stray ; Sans weariness and care, Taking holiday ! UD places— legends queer — With those better known, Will all be noted here, As we journey on J Ij irds of every feather ¦^ Travel now-a-days; From grave and gay, together, We trust to merit praise .' i -^=^$»=^- OR fun and fact will meet Via steamboat — i:ia rail — Where'er our Guide, complete. Unfolds its pleasing tale ! THE ^^@ss^^ ¦>Jf HROUGH THE Empire State lies our way. We shall sail up the legendary Hudson, renowned in the Old World and the New, noting its Show Places, and recounting its funny and pathetic stories of the present and the past. The Hudson has a historic yesterday. Saratoga is society's Queen of to-day. From both we shall journey on to that sublime mountain-heart of New York, where the Satanic and beautiful Black Fly holds its revels, and the "panther's print lies fresh." In the Adirondacks we shall find deer ; pickerel in Lake Champlain ; salmon in Lake George ; and splendid scenery EVERTWHBEE. Our pilgrimage of pleasure will not be ended till at Niagara Falls we listen to the cataract's roar, and ascertain whether there is truth in the common report that Table Rock is " out of repair." 1 2 THE TOUMIST'S GUIDE. New York lies, like a Neapolitan lazzarone, with its head on the grass and its feet in the water. From Central Park to the Battery, ebb and. flow the tides of city life. It is estimated that in the course of twenty-four hours, seventeen thousand vehicles pass the Astor House in Broadway, wearing out the stone block pavement once in fifteen years. From the turf and flowers of Central Park to the waves which wash the Battery (and cannot wash it clean) may at the present hour be called the full stretch of the city. There are men not yet in the decline of life who can remember when the Astor House was quite an up-town institution, and it is very possible that we may live to behold Central Park located in the heart of New York city. In population. New York already claims to rank as the third city of Christendom, and its rate of progress in the future is cer tain to be far greater than that of Paris, and likely to be some what greater than that of London. How many of our city residents, or country friends visiting the city, have viewed the panorama to be seen from Trinity steeple ? Let those who can do so, not fail to enjoy it. You ascend many steps, creep around amid the ponderous chimes, rusty, cavernous and solemn ; then patiently wind round and round up the interior of the spire, with occasional lookouts, at which you may pause and get foretastes of the promised picture, and at last reach the top, or rather, the highest point of ascent, which is the uppermost window or loophole. The spire still stretches some fifty feet above. The view that opens before you is now really very fine. To the north ward there is a wilderness of roofs, with spires and green-dotted parks, and Broadway's straight, wall-like line and stately marble warehouses, and, far away, the green hills of Westchester. At your feet is Wall street, and you wonder if you could not jump THE tourist's GUIDE. 3 upon the dome of the Custom House. To the right, if you face southward, is the broad Hudson at its mouth, with the Jersey shore, and Communipaw, and the distant Orange hills. To the left is the swift East river, with Brooklyn beyond. Before you is the grand bay, with Staten Island, and the forts, and the islands, -and the Narrows, and the great ocean beyond, whose offing is dotted with distant ships. And, added to this expansive panorama of town and river and ocean and shore, is the wonderful and varied picturesque animation of the scene. From below rises the " stilly hum" of the turbulent and restless city. ¦ Wall street, with its immense crowds of dark-coated men rushing hither and thither, looking like a vast hive whose inmates have been thrown into wild excitement by some unexpected intrusion ; and Broadway, packed thickly with its long line of interlocked vehicles ; then the river on either side, crowded with sails and busy ferry-boats, and^lined by storehouses, ships and steamers ; and the grand bay, with anchored frigates, swift-moving yachts and puffing steamers ; all combine to make up a picture not easily matched, and, once seen, likely to be long remembered. Those of our readers who have not enjoyed this spectacle, would find the somewhat laborious ascent of the steeple amply rewarded by the result. That brilliant writer, Justin McCarthy, declares that Broadway, the backbone of New York, is usually one of the brightest and most animated streets in the world. No two houses in all its vast length (and it is as if the Strand intersected London from end to end) are like each other ; this side of the street is never like that. A huge building of white marble stands next to one of brown stone, both of the newest and most glaring hues ; then comes a quaint old Dutch house of the days of Stuyvesant, and then again, something little better than a shanty. 4 THE tourist's GUIDE. On this side you are reminded now of the Rue de Rivoli ; cast your eyes across the street and you see a scrap of the New Cut, or a bit of Wapping. Here a side street seems borrowed from Liv erpool; a few yards on is another which appears to have been transplanted from Delft or Utrecht. The shop fronts glitter with signs and flutter with flags. A Chinese city is not more parti-colored, bright, eccentric and fantastic, in its buildings and insignia. But our way lies through the Empire State. New York city is, in itself, a museum of wonders. Its attractions are countless. To enumerate them is to fill a volume. Yet, on summer days, none more than Americans make it a principle to desert the city, though none less than Americans know how to dispense with it. Leaving splendid Fifth avenue and squalid Five Points alike behind us, we will seek the foot of Vestry street, where the North River steamers occupy their well-known place in that water-belt of commerce which nearly surrounds the Island of Manhattan. As the boat leaves its pier, a beautiful view is obtained of the the Upper Bay of New York. In the distance loom up the High lands of Neversink — the last land which gladdens the eye of the ocean voyager. Upon the opposite shore from New York lies Jersey City. It was once known as Paulus Hook. Mighty tides of travel sweep daily through Jersey City. It is the highway leading to the Mid dle and Southern States. The dock of the Cunard line of steamers is also located here. Farther up the shore is Hoboken, beyond which stretch the spreading lawns and luxuriant foliage of the Elysian Fields, once the famous and romantic resort of lovers ; now, perhaps, equally dear to the devotees of base ball. THE tourist's GUIDE. 5 Weehawken Bluifs upon the north and Bergen Heights upon the west, give a wild background to this fair landscape of city and shore. The limit of Hoboken is the rocky promontory long known as Castle Hill, on which stands the mansion of the Stevens family. Near Hoboken the little town of Weehawken acquires a gloomy consequence from the sad and mysterious murder of the " beautiful cigar girl." We present in our pages a view of New York, from Weehawken, with its line of wharves and rows of warehouses, Trinity Church and the Battery in distinct view, beyond which are the walls of Castle William, on Governor's Island, and still further on, the waters of New York Bay, the Narrows, Long Island and Staten Island. In striking contrast with this scene is the representation of New York, then known as Nieuw Amsterdam, in 1650, when our worthy Dutch ancestors held full sway between the East and North rivers and all along up the Hudson. The picture of modern New York from Weehawken is taken, looking southward, from the spot where Hamilton fell by the bul let of Aaron Burr, in 1804. Few strangers, says Mr. James Grant Wilson, came to New York fifty years ago without visiting the celebrated, dueling- ground on the romantic bank of the Hudson, about two miles above the Hoboken Ferry. It was a grassy ledge, or shelf, about twenty feet above the water, and only sufficiently large for the fatal encounters that frequently occurred there in the old dueling days, being about two yards wide by twelve in length. From this celebrated^ spot there was a natural and almost regular flight of steps to the edge of the rocky shore where a landing was eff'ected. This singularly-isolated and secluded spot was reached by small 6 THE tourist's GUIDE. boats, being inaccessible to foot-passengers along the shore, except at very low tide. No path led to it from the picturesque heights of Weehawken, whose beauties have been sung by Halleck, and are familiar to all New Yorkers ; but the ground was sometimes reached from above by adventurous persons who descended the steep, rough and wooded declivity. It was to this spot that the fiery Tybalts resorted for the settle ment of difficulties according to the " code of honor," prevailing at the beginning of the nineteenth century. Here occurred the meetings referred to by Byron, when he says : " It is a strange, quick jar upon the ear, That cocking of a pistol, when you know A moment more wUl bring the sight to bear Upon youi- person, twelve yards off, or so; A gentlemanly distance, not too near, If you have got a former friend for foe; But, after being fired at once or twice. The ear becomes more Irish and less nice." It was at the Weehawken Dueling Ground that Philip Hamilton, at the age of twenty, was killed, November 23, 1801, in an " afi'air of honor," by George J. Backer, who was, like his victim, a young lawyer of New York ; it was here in the year following that a Mr. Bird was shot through the heart, and, springing up nearly ten feet, fell dead ; here Ben Price was killed by a Captain Green of the British army ; and it was on this celebrated ground that Alex ander Hamilton fell, on the morning of July 11, 1804, on the very spot where his eldest son had been killed. Several months after the duel, the St. Andrew's Society, of whom the lamented patriot had been the president, erected upon the ground a marble monu ment, and surrounded it with an iron railing. Every summer thousands of strangers visited the spot. As the years glided past, the railing was torn down by vandal hands, and the whole structure gradually removed, piece by piece, as souvenirs, till at length no THE tourist's GUIDE. 7 vestige of it remained. Two granite blocks inscribed with the names of Burr and Hamilton, deeply cut in the stone, and the for mer dated 1804, marked the spots where they stood face to face on that fatal July morning, sixty-seven years ago. A few summers since we visited the romantic and secluded spot, in company with one who was well acquainted with all the actors in the tragedy, and who pointed out the positions of the principals, and the old cedar tree under which Hamilton stood, while the sec onds. Judge Pendleton and Wm. P. Van Ness, were arranging the preliminaries, and Dr. David Hosack, Mr. Davis, and the boatmen sat in the boats, awaiting the result of the duel which ended so tragically. Perhaps, since the world began, no hostile meeting in an " aifair of honor" ever created such an excitement — certainly no one that has occurred in this country — as the deadly encounter between Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton. On a bright May morning of the present year we revisited the ancient dueling-ground, but alas, it had been swept out of exist ence by that "villainous alteration miscalled improvement." Nothing remains to mark the spot but a weather-beaten stone on which the name Hamilton has been almost obliterated by the winds and rains of heaven. In place of the narrow ledge, there is now a broad track over which the trains of the West-Side Railroad thun der northward to Fort Lee, and farther on, awakening the echoes from the picturesque Weehawken heights and the lofty Highlands of the Hudson. " Let me hope, I pray you," wrote Fitz-Greene Halleck to a lady friend at Fort Lee, a few years ago, " that while I live you will not allow a person, whom I refrain from naming (the same person who entered, of old, the only paradise on earth to be com pared to Fort Lee, in the shape of a rattle-snake, and played the 8 THE tourist's guide. very devil there), to come in the shape of a railroad locomotive, screaming his way through your garden, up to a crystal palace on the top of the Palisades, at the rate of forty miles an hour." The poet's prayer was realized ; he did not live to witness this much- needed improvement, and to have his heart saddened by what he would have deemed a desecration of the fondly-cherished scene so indelibly impressed upon his memory. The venerable cedar tree against which Hamilton leaned, as he gazed sadly, for the last time, on the distant city which held all that was dear to him in this world, has been cut down and thrown into the river, and the place changed beyond all recognition. Looking around for the memorials of past days, we at length dis covered the granite block inscribed with the name of Hamilton ; but the other was not to be found, nor the numerous rocks, which we had seen on a former visit, decorated with the names or initials of persons who had made pilgrimages to the place. A gang of laborers were at work near the spot, and to their foreman we addressed an inquiry about the granite block inscribed " Burr, 1804." The conversation ran as follows : " Have you seen here a large stone similar to this one marked Hamilton ? " " Yes." " Was it marked with the name of Burr, and dated 1804 ? " " It was." " Do you know where it is ? " "Yes." "Can you point it out to me ? " " Well, I guess not, seeing it's underground. It's been used as a covering stone in a culvert just above here." NEW YORK, 1650. THE tourist's GUIDE. 9 " Could you not have made use of another stone, and allowed the interesting memorial to remain ? " " Why, yes ; and I told the boss he'd better lay it alongside of t'other stone ; but he said that Burr was a mean cuss, anyhow, and not of much account, and he guessed it would be more useful doing duty as a covering stone than perpetuating his memory." Such is life ! ! ! In this vicinity are the garden-beds — the flower nurseries of the metropolis. Floral gardeners monopolize the land all along from the rear of Hudson City, West Hoboken and the Teutonically- classic shades of Union Hill, as far as Weehawken. There are whole " beds of violets," in the most literal sense, forests of tulips, thickets of dahlias, and a chaparral of mignonette. As for roses, the celebrated seven acres of rose bushes on the South Carolina estate of General Wade Hampton, as it was before the war, might envy their profusion ; while, for perennial beauty and fragrance, "the thrice-blooming roses of Paestum," whose delicious odors enchanted Cicero as he sailed, far out at sea, past the Ausonian coast, could not surpass them. The Prince of Wales once sent to the Empress Eugenie, as a graceful acknowledgment for her attentions in Paris to his princess-consort, a bouquet containing no less than fifty rare varieties of the queen of flowers. Had he been in America, he would have no difficulty in surpassing this selection in the neighborhood of Union Hill. Violets, roses, camelias, tuberoses, mignonette and heliotrope are sold in New York every year, to the value of nearly one and a half million dollars. Hot-house culture is more largely carried on upon the eastern bank of the Hudson. This branch of the flower trade is immense, 10 THE tourist's GUIDE. and will soon exceed the floral commerce of Holland, where six million flower-plants are sold annually. Weehawken is also noted as the place where the Indians first became intoxicated, and, under the influence of "fire-water," gravely surmised that the Hudson must have become inebriated when it started on its career, or it would never have sought such a winding channel to the sea. ¦:::irs-i^>-^"^^>au»-> Pleasure grounds belonging to one of the ' ¦ Summer Homes "' lying on the Hudson's eastern shore. iB