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It is the burial-place of Theodore Eames and of two daughters. This was a learned and a good man. He practised law for several years in Salem, Mass. Then he was master of the Public Latin School in the city. He afterwards removed to Brooklyn, where he conducted successfully a school for boys.

Step now into Myrtle Path, as it winds round the base of Lawn-girt Hill. If you wish to see more of the obelisks of Richards

and McNulty, a short walk southward will place you before them. Still farther south are Joseph Stickler and Henry Worrall.

We will next pass up and by the northern end of this symmetric and wood-crowned mount, owned by the Pierrepont family. That low brown monument which we see, is a tribute to the virtues of William Bell, a native of Scotland. There are also in this spacious ground, four small graves, not visible from this point.

With alluring curves, and charming visions of hill and vale of light and shade and of

green, close-shaven sward, the path invites us onward. This pleasant little circle, round which it sweeps, is the ground of George N. Titus. That large circle, high upon the left, is the enclosure of Robert Ray, President of the Board of Directors for Green-wood Cemetery. Adjoining that is another, and similar one, which bears upon its gates the names of Lamb, Kimball, Mason and Gould. Beneath that emblem of peace and simplicity rest the remains of a Revolutionary warrior-one who knew how to lay aside the lamb when the conflict was for freedom. Read his epitaph, and that also of his French descended wife, Catharine Jaudine. Within this enclosure, unmarked as yet by monumental stone, lie the remains of another warrior-whose achievements, however, were on a different field. A leader in "the sacramental host of God's elect," the Rev. Erskine Mason.

Then we see a newly planted hedge of Arbor Vitæ, surrounding with its elliptic line a

mound of ample dimensions. It is the ground of George Griswold and John C. Green.

A glance at the names on the next enclosure, apprises us that it belongs to a partnership of German families. Below the lot of Geo. N. Titus, we pass the headstone of Susan J. Lee. Next stands that of O. J. Williams and Christopher Sutton, and "their beloved wife Margaret.' Please let your eye

rest for a moment on the circular enclosure of Jones, Dannat, and Griffith. It contains a single grave with a Gothic headstone.

But it

is the fence which charms us. Look at it near, or from a distance, and say whether, in just proportions and simple beauty, it has its superior in these grounds.

Before resuming the Tour we may mention, on the right, Geo. Hyde, one of the Hague-st. victims, Robert and Hannah Beck, and Sylvester Everett. The tall granite obelisk is Jas. Hillard's. Susan P. Kingsbury, Adelia M. Sprague, Frances M. Davenport, have small

marble monuments.

The tall sandstone column

has the name of Chas. H. Kellogg on its front. Roseanna, on our left, was the wife of Geo. Lyons. Catharine M. Dunning, Catharine M. Fisher, Eliza Arnold, Phebe Mott, Susan B. McKay, Adelaide Leslie, Jas. P. Thayer, Petronella Manley, Peter and Mary Gratacap, are all upon the left. On the right, near Sumac Path, is the small decorated double pillar of Eliza Gird. Thos. J. Runnell's grave is guarded by a plaster bust of Benj. Franklin. Some lines, original or adopted, are written on the stone but it requires an effort to read them. Mary V. Holmes, Kimberley Waring, Bogert, Haughwout, Jane Brush, Walter Titus, Robert and Ann Cochran, Andrew Anderson, John and Eliza Sneath, are on the right of the TOUR. On the same side Blossom Path, are

also, within the sweep of

the monuments of John Faron, Jr., Jas. B. Johnson, Jane E. Vining, Jas. R. Eaton, Cath. J. Ireland, Ann Cook, Thos. Felch, Anna McClure, and Anna M. Bartholomew.

Let us now enter Valley Avenue, leaving Burge's brown stone on the right, and Sheldon's white obelisk, high up on our left. That white circle has no gate, and the stone within bears but a single word, Ryer. Ward, Berry, succeed.

We soon reach the end of Valley Avenue, and turn sharply up another, which bears the name of Lawn.

Near the angle, and on this south-eastern extremity of Central Ridge, there have been quite a number of interments. Here are seen on low-laid tablets, the names of Teunis Joralemon and wife. Mr. Joralemon is well remembered as an old inhabitant of Brooklyn, who saw a city spring up around his once humble farm, and who grew rich, not only without his own efforts, but, it might almost be said, in spite of them. Near by, is the monument of Anna B. Faber, and still farther up, a small sarcophagus bears this inscription, "Our dear little Henry rests here." The lot