The burial place of the Hunt family, is located near the entrance of the point. The following inscriptions are copied from two of the monuments in this yard: in memory of Thomas Hunt, who departed this life, July 4th, 1808, in the 80th year of his age. He possessed the cardinal virtues in an eminent degree; he was temperate, brave, patient and just :

Fitz Greene Halleck's pathetic lines on the death of his companion, will not be considered inappropriate here, especially as the last two of the first stanza are engraved upon this tomb

stone.

Green be the turf above thee,

Friend of my better days!

None knew thee but to love thee,

Nor named thee but to praise.

Tears fell when thou wert dying,

From eyes unused to weep,

And long, where thou art lying,

Will tears the cold turf steep.

When hearts whose truth was proven,

Like thine, are laid in earth,

There should a wreath be woven

To tell the world their worth.

And I, who wake each morrow
To clasp thy hand in mine,
Who shared thy joy and sorrow,
Whose weal and wo were thine,-

It should be mine to braid it
Around thy faded brow;

But I've in vain essayed it,
And feel I cannot now,

While memory bids me weep thee,
Nor thoughts nor words are free,
The grief is fixed too deeply
That mourns a man like thee.

Upon Waddington point, the south-west projection of the Planting neck, is situated Blythe place, the estate of Francis Barretto, Esq. The house is a handsome edifice of stone. The grounds are richly wooded, and the views of the river extensive, and singularly beautiful. Mr. Barretto for many years represented this county in assembly. In the immediate vicinity of Blythe place, and near the public landing, stands the residence of the late Thomas Leggett, (now occupied by his widow) whose ancestors have been resident proprietors of the great planting neck, since the year 1690, if not before.

The Leggett family were formerly seated in Essex county England, and probably descend from Helmingius Legat, high sheriff of that county, in 1404. As early as 1661, Gabriel Leggett emigrated to this country, and in right of his wife, Elizabeth Richardson, daughter and co-heiress of John Richardson, (one of the joint patentees) became possessed of a large portion of the neck. By his last will, dated 16th of April, 1697, Gabriel Leggett of the West Farms, bequeathed "to his wife Elizabeth, all his household goods &c. &c; to his son John, all his house and outhouses, orchard, land and the meadows in the Planting neck, and the meadow, &c., also that messuage and tenement which Thomas Williams dwells upon, and was formerly my father-inlaw's, John Richardson, his now dwelling house, and orchard

This house occupied the site of the old Leggett homestead

and out houses with the land and meadow which I bought of John Ferguson, sen. and Robert Manning, together with 50 acres of wood land, lying within the bounds of the patent of West Farms, &c. "I say to my son Thomas," to his son William 100 acres of woodland, and five acres of meadow, lying behind the field, within the bounds of the patents of West Farms, together with all the undivided meadow, as also my house and house lot, with an orchard thereon, lying in the town of Westchester. To his daughter Martha, he bequeathed his little colored boy, to his daughters Mary, Sarah, Alice and Elizabeth, twenty pounds each." John Leggett, the eldest son of the above testator, was the great grandfather of the late Thomas Leggett. The following incidents are related of Mr. Leggett, whose activity, energy and fearlessness of character are well known.

While a youth, at the commencement of the revolutionary war, he was living with his father on the farm adjoining Morrisania. All he possessed at this time was a very fine young mare, the gift of his parent. Prior to Colonel De Lancey's taking possession of his father's house, a party of British refugees took, with other property, his favorite animal, whilst he, being unarmed, could only bluster and threaten. He refused, however, to leave them, and actually accompanied the robbers two miles on their route to head-quarters. As the party were passing the spot which now makes the southern entrance to West Farms, two continental soldiers rose up from behind a stone wall and fired. The man leading the mare was shot, and fell; the mare turned round and ran homewards, to the great delight of the owner, who immediately followed. Soon after this event the family, driven from home, were compelled to seek shelter elsewhere. Mr. Leggett and his two brothers went to Saratoga; here they cleared a small piece of land, erected a log house, and prepared to spend the winter. But on the approach of Burgoyne, they were taken prisoners by the Indian allies. His two brothers were carried to Fort Edward by the Indians, whilst he himself was conveyed to Burgoyne's camp. Here he fell in with a neighbor named Concklin,

Surrogate's Office, N. Y lib. ii. 24.