The elevation of Antony's Nose is one thousand two hundred and twenty-eight feet from the level of the river, and directly opposite Fort Montgomery Creek. Washington Irving supposes its name to be derived from the nose of Antony Van Corlaer. It differs from the origin given me by Gen. V.

The christening of the mount is described in the story of the Dutch governor's first voyage up the Hudson, as follows: "Just at this moment the illustrious sun, breaking in all his splendour from behind one of the high cliffs of the Highlands, did dart one of his most potent beams full upon the refulgent nose of the sounder of brass. The reflection of which shot straightway down, hissing hot into the water, and killed a mighty sturgeon that was sporting beside the vessel! When this astonishing miracle came to be made known to Peter Stuyvesant (the governor,) he, as may well be supposed, marvelled exceedingly; and as a monument thereof, gave the name of Antony's Nose to a stout promontory in the neighbourhood, and it has continued to be called Antony's Nose ever since." From here to Fort Montgomery, which is now in ruins, on the opposite side, a large boom and chain was extended during the revolutionary war, which cost about seventy thousand pounds sterling. It was partly destroyed by Gen. Sir Henry Clinton, in October, 1777.

Gen. V. gave me the time from a small bull's eye gold watch, which he drew from his fob, and which he said must be at least one hundred and fifty years old, as it was the property of his greatgreat grandfather, and had come down regularly. to him.

After drinking the hospitable General's health, in a glass of fine old Madeira, I took my departure. The residence of Gen. Van Courtlandt is antique, but the grounds around are in the highest state of cultivation. A Bank, with a capital of $200,000, was established in Peekskill about two years since, and General V. was elected President. It is in a flourishing condition. The stock has sold at almost as great an advance as ever the United States Bank stock did. There is a bust of Gen. Van Courtlandt's father in the bank. The produce of many towns in Westchester, and most of the towns in Putnam county, is shipped in the Peekskill sloops for New York. There are seven which are constantly in motion, with produce of various kinds for the New York market.

There are six religious societies in Peekskilltwo Friends or Quakers-one Presbyterian-one Dutch Reformed-one Methodist-one Universalist-and an Episcopal Church is about being erected. With a portion of the funds of the Trinity corporation, it will doubtless flourish.

The Hotels in Peekskill are not remarkable for the splendour of their construction, or their commodiousness, neither are they managed with remarkable liberality or comfort. I would, however, except the house kept by Col. Williams, who, by the way, is a very gentlemanly, worthy man; and has the reputation of keeping a good house, although I have had no opportunity of judging. He is about removing into a neat and spacious building, which is nearly finished, and then I hope to speak more understandingly of his establishment. A new hotel is soon to be erected on Antony's Nose, as a summer house.

Although I have "spun out" this epistle to a great length, I cannot forbear the present opportunity of alluding to the fine little steamer Union, which plies between New York and this village daily, landing passengers at Greenburgh, Yonkers, Tarrytown, Sing Sing, Grassy Point, and Caldwell's. Capt. Tuthill, of the Union, is an affable, courteous officer. He unites these qualities with great experience, having been connected with the Hudson River steamboats for more than twelve years. A few days since, a party of gentlemen presented him with a splendid silver pitcher, as a token of their respect for his private worth, and excellent conduct as a steam navigator. But I must close. Adieu for the present.

LETTER IV.

Dobbs Ferry-Tarrytown-Population-Washington Irving-Churches-Circumstances at a Hotel, or treatment of travellers-The place of Andre's capture—An old Dutch Church-Rev. Mr. Smith-Schools-Road to White Plains -Inscription on Van Wart's Monument-White Plains -Imprisonment for debt.

New York, Oct. 20, 1835.

FRIEND P.-On Wednesday I left New York in the good steamer Union, "not knowing the things that would befall me."

I, however, landed at Dobb's Ferry, about twenty miles up the Hudson, and lingered about the place two hours, viewing the thrifty orchards and highly cultivated grounds of Livingston and Constant, and then took private conveyance to Tarrytown. Dobb's Ferry and Tarrytown are two small villages in the township of Greenburgh, both market and steamboat landings, situated about five miles apart on the east side of the Hudson. The population of the whole township does not exceed fifteen hundred.

There are a number of delightful, picturesque, and extensive prospects, and several wealthy gentlemen farmers reside in the vicinity. On our road to Tarrytown we passed the elegant man

sion of a Mr. Hamilton, son of Alexander Hamilton, the distinguished statesman, who fell in a duel with the ambitious Burr. A quarter of a mile from the main road towards the Hudson, about midway between Dobbs' Ferry and Tarrytown, is the residence of Oscar Irving, a nephew of our distinguished countryman, Washington Irving, who is erecting a cottage near that of his relatives, where he intends to pass his life in rural retirement, and the pursuit of literature and learning. His elegant and graphic pen, and his chastened and classic imagination, will add new charms to the noble, the majestic, the exquisite scenery of the Hudson. With a heart alive to the emotions of benevolence, and with habits congenial to the genius of domestic bliss, I am not a little surprised that one who has portrayed with grace and delicacy, and has in his works rendered the most exalted tribute to the female character, should so long remain in "single-blessedness," as a certain condition is sometimes falsely called. But the busy tongue of rumour says, that the charm of celibacy will soon be broken, and that the best of writers, will become the best of husbands. So mote it be.

At Dobbs' Ferry there are two places of public worship. A Presbyterian meeting house, a small wooden building; and a neat little Episcopal church, built of stone, in the gothic order. There are two