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"Love, that old song, of which the world is never weary"

It was one of those beautiful, lengthening days, when May was pressing

back with both hands the shades of the ; May in

New York one hundred and twenty-one years ago, and yet the May of AD

1886,--the same clear air and wind, the sa aroardens For on the shore of the East River the gardens still

sloped down, even to below Peck Slip; and behind old Trinity the

apple-trees blossoays, the pear-trees rose in

i up heavily to

the scattered houses; the lazy, inter a pleasant notice of their approach to the waiting

-women

In the city the business of the day was over; but at the open doors of

roups of apprentices in leather aprons were

talking, and on the broad steps of the City Hall a nu after a very satisfactory civic

session They had been discussing the marvellous increase of the export

trade of New York; and soreatness may

have appeared to them, for they held themselves with the lofty and

confident air of wealthy merchants and "members of his Majesty's Council

for the Province of New York"