Identifier: americanannualof3334newy (find matches)
Title: The American annual of photography
Year: 1919 (1910s)
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Subjects: Photography
Publisher: New York : Tennant and Ward
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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rests—a friendly place,marred by no menacing announcements. Here lie also theRumford family, descendants of the great Benjamin Thomp-son who was ennobled by the Pope for making heat by thefriction of two pieces of ice. We remove the gardeners coatso that we may read the inscription on one of the ancientstones. He bears us no ill will for it, but directs us to thePierce lot and opines that the sun will be out shortly. Some American cemeteries and their occupants are widelyknown. Such is the one at Arlington, opposite Washington,where Generals Sheridan and Crook and a host of Civil Warheroes are buried. Such is the romantic Sleepy Hollow atConcord, Mass., where Hawthorne, Emerson, Thoreau and theAlcotts made their long stay. Such is Trinity churchyard inthe lower portion of New York City, distinguished by thenames of Fulton, Hamilton and many of the founders of themetropolis. In the upper reaches of Gotham is to be foundanother Trinity cemetery, the last resting place of John James 93
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Q< m D <; mPi D 93 Audubon. This sward displays a most violent antipathy tocameras, but Audubons monument can easily be photographedthrough the fence, and all the proprieties vindicated. Work-ing northward, the grave of Joseph Rodman Drake is markedby a shaft grouped among half-a-dozen of its kind at HuntsPoint. While standing before this simple memorial we mustinevitably recall the touching lines of Fitz-Greene Halleck, amemorial more splendid than those of many kings; Green be the turf above thee,Friend of my better days;None knew thee but to love thee,None named thee but to praise. But we must not leave the big city with all its mortuarytreasures without a glance at a real historic beacon—the graveof Peter Stuyvesant under the wall of his own church. SaintMarks in the Bouwerie. The stone is set low down in theouter wall and there is a hedge running close in front of it, sothat it is in a position where it is almost impossible to photo-graph, but it would be

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