[J. Thomas Scharf (1886)] of all the cities of the dead in this country. It con-sists of about thirty-two and one-half acres, ex-tending northward from the upper line of the old church-yard, and lying between Broadway on the I west and the beautiful Pocantico Brook on the east, which takes a southerly course through the deep val-| ley or glen so widely known as Sleepy Hollow. The stream flows over a ledge of rocks that lie across its channel at the northeast corner of the cemetery grounds, and, after falling in a foamy cascade into the pool below, its waters go on in murmuring ripples down past the rear of the Old Dutch Church and past Castle Philipse, the old Manor-House, and the ' old mill, until they finally empty into the Hudson. The ground iii the cemetery is a yellow loam, slightly sandy, into which a grave can be cut as smoothly and silently as one cuts down through a mass of closely packed flour. From the central elevation, sloping down both to the east and to the west, the spectator j has a singularly lovely view of Sleepy Hollow and the western slope of Prospect Hill on one side and of the majestic Hudson on the other. The cemetery organization owes its beginning mainly to the late Captain Jacob Storm, but in an im-