RESIDENCE OF MR. LILIENTHAL, NEAR GLENWOOD.

The new Academy of Mount St. Vincent is built of brick, in the Byzantine style. In form it is a parallelogram with projections on the longer sides. Its greatest length is two hundred and sixty-five feet, and its depth, including the chapel, is one hundred and fifty-six feet. The great central tower rises four hundred feet above the river level, or from the ground one hundred and fifty-eight feet. The chapel, which forms a part of the new building, is one hundred feet long, with a ceiling forty-three feet above the floor. It is sufficiently spacious to hold one thousand worshippers. The plan of this great structure is such as to leave the academy and the convent connected with it quite distinct, though under the one roof. The appointments of the edifice are throughout, from cellar and kitchens to attics and towers, admirably adapted to their several uses, and no doubt the united material and moral features of the place and its purposes will greatly attract the popular interest. The Academy of Mount St. Vincent is but just opened for the first time in its new locality with its educational pro

gramme.

Passing by the charming slopes of Fonthill, we are in full view of the ups and downs of Yonkers, the largest of the suburban river towns at this day, as it was the first and most important settlement in the neighborhood of New-York in the olden time. Yonkers is sixteen and a quarter miles, or in the language of the time-tables, fifty-six minutes away from the lower river railway-station in town. Being so near the

city, it is of

course a favorite

and the few cottages which were scattered along the terraces here and there some years ago, have multiplied of late into long streets of villas in all the varying styles now in vogue — old Gothic and new Gothic, Swiss, Italian, and English, displaying gables and towers and cupolas and piazzas without end. Among them is the pleasant little home of Frederick Cozzens, the genial author of the Sparrowgrass papers. Many of the situations are beautiful, but for the most part the new town is wanting in shade and rural seclusion, while the older, or river portion, and particularly the manufacturing quarter along the Saw Mill Creek, presents only moderate attractions. The Saw Mill or Nepperhan River, as it was anciently called, is a picturesque stream, even disguised as it is by the rubbish of the factories that have grown up on its banks. It was the scene of many interesting passages in Revolutionary history. Settlements were made by the Dutch West-India Company in this township as long ago as 1639; at least lands were purchased of the native Indian Sachems at that early period, and soon thereafter occupied. All the region round in those remote Dutch days was in the possession and under the manorial sway of some worthy burgher or other, who governed with feudal power under the title of Patroon. At first there was the opulent house of Adriaen van der Donck, whose euphonious patronymic was very likely, in process of time, corrupted into the present name of the village, as Van der Doncker's, Donckers, Yonckers, Yonkers; though it is otherwise supposed that Yonkers is derived from the Dutch Jonker or Jonkheer, or young gentleman - the usual appellation of the heir of a Dutch family. After the Van der Doncks come the Philipses, the Van Cortlandts, and other families, who possessed the land, and in their descendants possess it to some extent, even at this day.

CHESTNUT GROVE, GLENWOOD-RESIDENCE OF JAMES B. COLGATE, ESQ.

There is still standing here and in use, the old Manor House, which

tenantry here, and frightful must have been the kitchen inroads. among so many hardy and hearty yeomen as then gathered there. The hospitality of the house was no doubt generous, as became its state, for the servants, black and white together, numbered, we are told, no less than fifty. It was in this old homestead that Mary Philipse, of whom Washington was at one period enamored, was born. Mary Philipse, it is said, was the original of Cooper's heroine in the tale of the Spy. A portrait of the lady is still preserved by her descendants at the Grange in the Highlands. Hendrik Hudson, while on his voyage of discovery up the river, dropped anchor off the mouth of the Saw Mill Creek, at the spot now occupied by the village pier. In an old book, entitled the 'N. Neth Vertoogte,' published by the Patroon Adriaen van der Donck forty-one years after the voyage of Hudson, it is said, speaking of the astonishment of the natives at the sight of the strange ship: "They did not know that there were any more people in the world than of the same with themselves, much less people who differ so widely from each other as our nation and theirs; so that when they first discovered our ship they did not know what to make of it. They were in great fear, and knew not whether it might not be an apparition, but whether from heaven or hell they could not divine.' The illustrious discoverer, his worthy mate, Master Juet, and the officers and men in general, they considered to bear more resemblance to devils than to human beings, which was perhaps not so unreasonable a fancy, even for a wild Indian, when we bethink us of the shovelled-brim hats, and the generally grotesque attire of the

crew.

It was in the vicinage of Yonkers that a famous engagement took

NORTH, FROM THE PIER AT HASTINGS.

place between the two British frigates, the Rose and the Phoenix, then anchored near, and some gun-boats of the Americans. After a sharp assault the patriots were driven back for shelter into the mouth of the Nepperhan. At the time of the Revolution Yonkers was the centre of that reach of country of which we have before spoken, which laid between the British posts at King's Bridge and those of the American army above. This tract was the unlucky foraging ground of both parties, and the rendezvous of the opposing bands of reprobates known as the Skinners and the Cow Boys, the former claiming to act in the service of the Americans, and the latter under the British banner. As far as the quiet folk of the devoted neighborhood were concerned, there was not much choice between the rival bands, since they both served themselves, no matter whether at the cost of friend or of foe. What with the escapades of these fellows, and with the marches and countermarches above and below them, and with now and then a serious skirmish, the neutral ground' was a busy region at the time, and is full of pleasant histories to-day.

A mile or less beyond the village of Yonkers, is the more quiet retreat of Glenwood, where numerous picturesque villas have of late years sprung up; while yet three miles and-a-half above, is Hastings, another pretty village, which is growing in strength and grace under the smiles of the country-loving people of the city. At this point we approach the great waters of the Tappan Sea and drop anchor for the

nonce.

HERE lies our sovereign Lord the King,

Whose word no man relies on;

He never says a foolish thing,

Nor ever does a wise one.