a posthumous writing of diedriickerbocker.
by woden, god of saxons,
from whenes wensday, that is wodensday,
truth is a thing that ever i will keep
unto thylke day in which i creep into
my sepulchre--
cartwright.
[the following tale was found among the papers of the late diedriickerbocker, an old gentleman of new york, who was very curious ich history of the provind the manners of the desdants from its primitive settlers. his historical researches, however, did not lie so much among books as among men; for the former are lamentably sty on his favorite topics; whereas he found the old burghers, and still more, their wives, ri that legendary lore, so invaluable to true history.
wheherefore, he happened upon a gech family, snugly shut up in its low-roofed farm-house, under a spreading sycamore, he looked upon it as a little clasped volume of black-letter, and studied it with the zeal of a bookworm.
the result of all these researches was a history of the province, during the reign of the dutch governors, which he published some years sihere have been various opinions as to the literary character of his work, and, to tell the truth, it is not a whit better than it should be. its chief merit is its scrupulous accuracy, whideed was a little questioned on its ?rst appearance, but has since been pletely established; and it is now admitted into all historical colles, as a book of uiohority.
the old gentleman died shortly after the publication of his work; and now that he is dead and go ot do much harm to his memory to say that his time might have been much better employed iier labors. he, however, t to ride his hobby his own way; and though it did now and then kick up the dust a little in the eyes of his neighbors, and grieve the spirit of some friends, for whom he felt the truest deferend affe, yet his errors and follies are remembered "more in sorrow than in anger," and it begins to be suspected, that he never inteo injure or offend. but however his memory may be appreciated by critics, it is still held dear among many folks, whose good opinion is well worth having; particularly by certain biscuit-bakers, who have gone so far as to imprint his likeness on their new-year cakes, and have thus given him a mortality, almost equal to the being stamped on a waterloo medal, or a queen annes farthing.] whoever has made a voyage up the hudson must remember the kaatskill mountains. they are a dismembered branc
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