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world, the other rough-hewn as the uncut stone, a needed prop in all his "rugged grandeur" to a tottering nation!
"Thus had our Lincoln pondered o'er the cause of all our woe,
When he with the occasion rose and struck the fateful blow."
Almost a century rolls between, yet they stand hand-in-hand, recipients of the laurel wreaths of fame which nature gives to nature's men; tributes of a people to those whose fearless rectitude tore them upright through a [[?]] yet bravely entered the fight that there? might be peace and unity. 
A nation produced that she might possess two noble produces of her soil.
A glance at our real estate columns predicts lively building interests on the Heights this spring, and more healthy growth, which we have been looking forward to, for the near future.
The activity in the real estate line seems to center somewhat about 145th and 146th streets and Amsterdam and Convent avenues. Still there is a likelihood of improvement for the region just north of 155th street. This portion of Amsterdam avenue affords ample room for such improvement, and the sooner the owners in the vieinity realize this the better.
The upper portion of the land has been overlooked unpardonably in not having been mapped out; but it is difficult to be too impatient, since the rural beauty of the section compensates and mutely pleads against the oftentimes ugly march of so-called improvement.
 John W. Mackey has sent to the City of Nancy a large sum of money for the purpose of erecting a statue of Jeanne d'Arc by a Lorraine sculptor upon the square of St. Nicholas Du Port, where in 1429 Jeanne offered prayers to her patron saint.

The Mighty Young Sculptor.
GEORGE GREY BARNARD 
George Grey Barnard, though a little man and young, has finished a gigantic work of art; it might readily have been considered the masterpiece of a man of years as well as genius. It is the great god Pan who, reclining, measures nine feet from elbow to knee, and if erect would stand about thirteen feet high. The bended knee is a triumph in itself; while the combined grace and strength of the entire body, and the happy indolence portrayed in every feature of the listless face, make it wonderful indeed. Mr Barnard's subjects breathe and live; his genius imparts soul to his work. 
This god Pan is to be the center piece of a group which will eventually be placed in the court of the "Dakota," Central Park West, and will serve as the elaborate ornament of a tremendous fountain.
Carriages conveyed the guests to and from the cable cars.
Copyrighted, 1894, by A. W. Elson & Co., Boston
WASHINGTONIAN.
General Horace Porter evoked applause at a recent banquet by saying: "if Washington were here to-day, with half a million veterans and sixty millions at his back, I do not think he would allow himself to be scared by the redoubtable Salisbury."
Mayor Strong's theme as 'The Reformation of Patriots."
A bright young Englishman observed recently: "Washington was a good English-man." An American girl replied: "But a better American."
A school-boy observed that if Washington had ever had children the "hatchet story" could not have had to tell a fib once a year about Santa Claus.
The Colonial Dames of the State of New York held their regular monthly meeting of January at Mrs. L, Hoyt's, No. 20 Washington Square. Mrs. Howard Townsend is president of the society.
Edmund Parker, colored, has acted as a watchman at Washington's Tomb since 1841, except the two years spent as a soldier in the Union army. He has many anecdotes to tell of prominent visitors who have stood with bared head before the sarcophagus containing dust of the great Washington.
General F. P. Earle, of Earle Cliff, Washington Heights was one of the guests at the fourth annual banquet of the Empire State Society Sons of the American Revolution,
A very interesting sketch of Alexander Hamilton, with illustrations of the dueling ground and the boulder Hamilton fell against when shot, written and photographed by Adelaide Skeel, of Newburgh, appeared last year in "The Spirit of '76."
The "Spirit of '76," we hear, is ready to offer its stock to those interested. A magazine doing so good a patriotic work will doubtless find purchasers among its subscribers. The shares are to be sold for small amounts.

LINES
COMPOSED AT THE GRAVE OF WASHINGTON

A grave, a grave, a hero's grave,
Great Washington lies here!
Who could approach and coldly leave
His tomb without a tear?

A tear, a tear, a nation wept,
And well she might deplore
When Washington lay down and slept
To wake, alas! no more.

Oh mighty Death, thy fearful dart
It's mightiest conquest won
The moment when it pierced the heart
Of deathless Washington!

Deathless, indeed, that glorious name
Shall live when stars expire;
Celestial scribes enrole his fame
With pens of living fire

Time may roll on and sweep the earth
Of kings and crowns and names,
The mightiest of the mightiest birth
With all their pompous claims,

And Time's "undainty tooth" shall eat
luscriptions, pomp and pride;
Those monuments of wealth and state
Where haughty despots died.

But every breeze that fans the sky
And whispers through the grove,
The zephyr's first and latest sigh
In pensive mourning love,

And every warbling bird which sings
Matin or vesper lay,
Its quota of his tribute brings
Through earth and air and sea.

And every wave which roams the deep
To kiss the distant strand,
In all its wild, tumultuous sweep,
Astounding every land.

Untiring in its ceaseless course
To spread his matchless fame,
Perpetual motion draws its force
From his illustrious name.
W. Ross.