burying ground. The ashes of the dead were then all collected and placed in a vault prepared for that purpose, which is located in the rear of Smith's restaurant. There the remains of Rebekah and her parents lie, and there they will lie until summoned by the voice of the archangel, and by the sound of the trumpet of God. Then that vault will open its marble jaws, that grave will give up its dead, and Rebekah and her husband will come forth clothed in the bright vestments of immortality, and then they will all receive the joyful summons that will call them to their glorified home in Heaven.

THE SUBALTERN.

A TALE OF THE REVOLUTION.

The village of Fishkill Landing is comparatively of modern growth; including Matteawan, they have a population of some seven thousand inhabitants, and being in close proximity, they should be included in one village or city. They have doubled their population within a score of years, and they bid fair to vie with any city on the Hudson, between New York and Albany. Their locations are well chosen; the scenery of the Highlands, the majestic Hudson, and the valley of the Fishkill, all combine to make the place attractive to the capitalist and the pleasure seeker who wish to spend their summers in the quiet valley lying near the base of the mountains. Men of wealth and culture have already selected this place for their country residences, and several country seats have been erected, some at large cost. But what a change has taken place since the Revolution. Then, where these villages are located, there were only a few isolated dwellings. The mansion of Mrs. S. Verplanck, and of the Honorable Isaac Teller, deceased, built by Madam Brett, in 1710, and the old Pine house, east of Matteawan, on the highway leading to Fishkill Village, are

the only relics now remaining of the Revolution, that we know of. The Teller house was then occupied by a gentleman named Depeyster, who came in possession of the mansion after the death of Madam Brett, in 1764, including the mill owned by her. Depeyster carried on the milling business, buying all the grain the country produced far and near, and after converting his wheat and corn into flour and meal, he would ship it to New York, where he had a brother engaged in mercantile business, who would sell it for him. Depeyster was a man of wealth, and occupying the Madam Brett mansion, he lived in the style of the patentees. His parlors were well furnished, and in the inclement season of the year, two blazing wood fires were constantly kept burning in them. His family consisted of his wife, son, several daughters, and a brace of negro slaves, for then slavery was tolerated throughout the country.

The Revolutionary war had broken out, and the battles of Lexington, Bunker Hill, and Long Island had been fought, and the American army had suffered a total defeat in the latter battle, and were obliged to retreat through New Jersey, which created great alarm throughout Fishkill, particularly the following Spring, when they heard that General Burgoyne, with ten thousand veterans, besides a host of Canadians and Indians, were marching from Canada, intending to force their way through the interior to New York city. General Washington hurried on Gates and Arnold, with an army collected from the New England States, and to these they joined the immortal Morgan, who had one thousand riflemen. Burgoyne was getting

hemmed in near Saratoga, and the British commander in New York, hearing of his critical situation, sailed up the river with a large fleet to aid him, if possible. The inhabitants at Fishkill Landing, hearing of this large fleet coming up, were so terrified that most of them, with their families, decamped for the interior of the county, for a place of safety. Some sought refuge at Quaker Hill, in the eastern part of the county, others in the great Nine Partners, and some even in Connecticut. Depeyster's family, excepting himself, his daughter Katrina, and two negro slaves, Dinah and Pompey, removed to what is now known as the town of Pawling. Depeyster was a staunch whig, and he was determined not to leave his home, and flee, should the British fleet appear above the Highlands; and his daughter Katrina, and the two negro slaves, resolved to keep him company. A battle was expected to be fought in the immediate vicinity, and but few inhabitants remained at Fishkill Landing, and they kept a strict watch for the appearance of the fleet. General Washington supposed that the fleet might land somewhere near Cold Spring, and effect an entrance through the Highlands to Fishkill Village, and he accordingly stationed his army on the most advantageous positions in the Highlands, near the village. His headquarters were what is now the residence of Sidney E. Van Wyck, Esq., generally known by the name of the Wharton House. A heavy chain, supported by buoys, was stretched across the river at a narrow pass in the Highlands, but when the fleet struck the chain it snapped asunder like a reed, without injuring a vessel or obstructing the fleet, and onward they sailed up the

river, and when the fleet hove in sight of Newburgh and Fishkill Landing, it created great consternation among the inhabitants. But to their great joy the fleet passed by without landing, occasionally firing off a cannon at the buildings on the shore, the balls whistling over the river's banks, striking sometimes near an isolated dwelling.

But the fleet sailed on, for they heard that a great battle had been fought, and Burgoyne was obliged to retreat, and his army greatly reduced and suffering for the want of provisions, and unless aid should soon come, he would be obliged to surrender. The fleet arrived opposite Kingston, then called Esopus, and there the commander learned that Burgoyne had surrendered with all his army to General Gates. The British commander, on hearing the sad news, ordered the village to be set on fire, and then immediately retired for New York. Arriving opposite Newburgh they halted, the fleet anchoring in the bay. Then Newburgh was located on the top of the hill, a small village containing only a few hundred inhabitants, and it was not until after the revolution, that streets were laid out on the descending slopes to the river. The main road that led to the river wound around the brow of the hill at the head of Colden street. North of Colden street, where Front street now is, the bank of the river was then skirted with gigantic forest trees and a large growth of underbrush. Some young men crawled through the underbrush near where Mailler's storehouse is now located, and fired upon the fleet, when instantly several cannon were brought to bear upon the spot. The cannon balls tore off some of the large