ful; but the Library and the new Alumni Hall are specimens of the more fitting structures which the sons of Alma Mater are beginning to provide for the old lady's future residence. arbors. The people are famous horticulturists, | Yale" is certainly more venerable than beautiand fruits and flowers abound in their seasons; nor is the enjoyment of these confined to the wealthy; for every house has its garden, and every man seems to live beneath his own "vine and fig-tree." Indeed the stranger will find it difficult to fancy himself within a thrifty commercial city of thirty thousand inhabitants; or, at least, will hesitate in deciding whether New Haven is rus in urbe, or urbs in rure. The cloisters of College, though in the heart of the city, are yet undisturbed by the rush of trade, while even the New Yorker will not miss the rattle of Russ and "cobble" pavements. "The Green," as the principal public square is rurally named by the New Haveners, is unequaled by any similar park in the country. Its attraction consists not so much in the beauty of the public buildings situated within its inclosure as in its hundreds of large elms, each in its prime of age and symmetry. Most of these monarch elms are omitted from the sketch given on page 1, lest a stranger might imagine that "The Green" were only a grove of trees. Beyond the churches is seen the State House-an edifice of pure Doric architecture; and farther beyond appears the front of the College Chapel. The College, also, is almost hidden by thick elms, many of which are sacrificed in the engraving. The row of plain brick buildings which form the factory-like façade of "old From the settlement of the town until 1796 that part of the Green upon which stand the Centre Church and the State House was used as a burial-ground; but the land being deemed more appropriate for a park, a new burial-place was opened in the northern part of the town. The old graves, however, were left unmolested until 1821, when the stones were removed to the new cemetery. The only monuments left were those of the Judges, and the few which are covered by the Centre Church. The new cemetery is very beautifully inclosed and laid out; and here may be seen the monuments of Governor Eaton, of several presidents of the College-among which those of President Stiles and President Dwight will attract the notice of every scholar and patriot; of Colonel Humphreys, the aid-de-camp of Washington, a soldier, historian, and poet; of Noah Webster; of Roger Sherman, one of the purest patriots among the signers of the Declaration; of Eli Whitney, the inventor of the cotton-gin, and of many others renowned in the history of the State and country. The remains of Colonel Trumbull, the companion of Washington and the painterpatriot of the Revolution, rest beneath the walls of "Trumbull Gallery," on the College grounds. | riety of figures introduced, the force of expresHere are collected his numerous works, illustrating the great events in many of which he was magna pars-an actor in the scenes which he depicted. The collection is particularly rich in portraits of the heroes of the Revolution. There are in this room two hundred and fifty portraits of distinguished men of that period, painted from life. Many of these are grouped in eight historical paintings, in which the accuracy of drawing, the admirable coloring, the va sion displayed in attitudes and countenances, have determined for them a place among the first productions of American art. Since the days of Ezekiel Cheever, the first of the race of Connecticut schoolmasters, whom, by-the-way, we may fancy as not dissimilar in appearance to the "Ichabod Crane" of Irving and Darley, New Haven has been celebrated for its schools. Among those which are now particularly worthy of mention are the "Hop kins Grammar School," which was founded, in 1664, by the liberality of Governor Hopkins, who left a large bequest "for the breeding up of hopeful youths," and which has flourished from that day to this; the "Collegiate and Commercial Institute" of Dr. Russell, which has long been justly celebrated for the unusual advantages it offers for a thorough education; the young ladies' "seminaries" of Miss Dutton and Professor Roberti; and several very excellent public schools, which are not surpassed, in any respect, by similar institutions in the country. At the Reading Rooms of the "Young Men's Institute" may be found the leading journals of the Union; its library and evening classes, and its annual course of lectures, are sources of profit and enjoyment to the young mechanics and business men of the city. In closing this brief and imperfect sketch of New Haven as it is, it should, perhaps, be remarked that much has been omitted. Statisticians are referred to gazetteers and guidebooks for the numerals expressing the population and wealth of the city; yet it may be said, in general terms, that New Haven is a Yankee city, and may boast, with equal right, of its Mechanics and its Masters of Arts. The sketches scattered along the pages of the article may need a word of explanation: The quaint-looking structure on page 17 was erected for the residence of the poet Percival. The house was built in accordance with his hermit tastes; the only entrance is at the back of the building, and the largest room is the library, the large windows of which would NEW HAVEN HOUSE. have opened on the front. It was never occupied, and has recently passed from the hands of the poet's executors. The venerable chair represented on page 2 was the property of Rev. Abram Pierson, the first President of Yale, and did duty on state occasions as early as 1701. It is carefully preserved in the Library of the College. The rusty sword, on page 3, might tell an eventful history. Its blade was forged in 1666, and it flourished in the early Indian wars of the colony, in "the old French War," and in the war of the Revolution. Captain Nathaniel Turner, one of the original settlers of New Haven, first wielded it, and in the hands of his descendants it played an important part on many a bloody field. It rests now, in well-earned repose, in the rooms of the Historical Society, at Hartford. The lamp and boot, on pages 2 and 3, are from the same collection. The age of the former is not known; but the stout boot stubbed over the rough roads of Connecticut in 1675. The lamp is decidedly primitive. It is of iron, and is now rusty and black; but, hung from the lofty "mantle-piece," its two wicks floating in abundant grease and projecting from the lips at the corners, it must have lighted up the beams and rafters of some grand old kitchen of "the good old colony times." The clock, on page 3, keeps time yet, as it has done these hundred years and more-keeps time and shows the phases of the moon with never-questioned truth. It traces its descent through the family of one of the leaders of the colony, and has never disgraced its ancestry. A FAMOUS structure was that wharf at supply the need. Every pile in the foundation, Aspinwall. Built on a foundation of coppered piles driven deep into the coral bed, it ran out on the reef, a distance of nearly a thousand feet, to where a depth of water existed sufficient to float the largest ships. Forty feet in breadth, and covered over by a lofty metallic roof, it stood alike indicative of the skillful architect and the spirit of enterprise that faints neither at distance nor difficulties. The timber of the country was found unfit in strength and durability for such a structure, and the forests of Maine were put under contribution to every plank in the superstructure, had been transported more than two thousand miles. Nor was it sufficient that the material should be firm and sound. In this region the waters are infested with a boring worm called the teredo, which rapidly destroys every kind of timber, so that it became necessary to sheathe the piles with heavy plates of metal-thus making it one of the finest and most durable wooden wharves in the world. At the upper end a grove of cocoa-nut trees shot up through the flooring and overshadowed, on the right, a neat little cottage, beside which | tain information concerning many things pecustood several immense iron tanks, each capable liar to the place. of holding three or four hundred thousand gallons. The whole island of Manzanilla, a mile in length by three-quarters in width, being a low coral formation-at the highest point only a few feet above the level of the sea-has no springs of water, and that obtained by digging is so brackish that the inhabitants are forced to use rain-water instead; and these tanks, which are readily filled during the rains which prevail for more than half the year, serve as a supply during the dry season. On the left side of the wharf, luxuriantly embowered by the long pennate leaves of the cocoas, stood the residence of the Steamship Company's agent. It was a large quadrangular, verandaed establishment, giving ample evidence that the essentials of a tropical residence can be combined with the comforts and conveniences of a Northern home. Passing through the offices which occupied the lower part of the building we ascended to the second floor, and found the Company's agent enjoying a solitary cup of coffee. He came forward with a frank and cordial welcome, and an invitation to join in his beverage. Our host proved not only courteous and hospitable, but possessed of much intelligence and refinement. A residence of between three and four years in this locality made him a reliable authority on all points connected with it, and I endeavored to profit by the opportunity his acquaintance offered to ob The veranda (where we seated ourselves in cozy Chinese chairs after our coffee) overhung a perfect little bijou of a garden twenty or thirty yards square, which our entertainer told us had been redeemed from the surrounding swamp but little more than a year previous. Nothing could have better shown the rapid growth and luxuriance of tropical vegetation. The poypoya in full bearing; banana-trees whose wide wings half hid the yellow lobes that, bursting with ripeness, hung in clustered cones beneath; fruit-bearing vines trained over arbors that displayed while they supported their jolly loads; these, with fat beds of vegetables and a gay sprinkling of flowers, graced and enriched a spot that, only the year before, was a stagnant malarious pool. Very beautiful, too, were some of the flowers, among which were some of that rare variety of the Orchid family known as the Espiritu Santo. Its blossom, which is of an alabaster whiteness, approaches the tulip in form, and gives forth a powerful perfume not unlike that of the magnolia; but it is neither for its beauty of shape, its purity, nor its fragrance that it is chiefly esteemed. within the cup of the flower, so marvelously formed that no human hand, be it ever so cunning, could excel the resemblance, lies the prone image of a dove. The exquisitely moulded pinions hang lifeless from its sides; the head bends gently forward; the tiny bill, tipped with Resting |