[J. Thomas Scharf (1886)] Thus it is seen that our place ought to be well-known be-yond its immediate limits, and yet one of the flattest and stalest of jokes which is continually perpetrated on our citizens by outsiders is to say, when one of our people is seen away from our village, " Ah you have escaped, or been released from State's Pris-on, have you?" The New York papers will probably never cease to say that such and such villains, bur-glars, or murderers, have been sentenced to live in Sing Sing; never distinguishing between the prison and the village; even the existence of the latter they seem to be totally ignorant of. The trains are fre-quent and very satisfactory. The residents of the eastern portion of the town are accommodated by the New York and Northern Railroad. In summer, steamboats and propellers afford a pleasant means of goino-to and from the city. Sing Sing is supplied with most of the modem im-provements,— telegraphs, telephones, skating-rink, canoeing club, ice-boating fleet, good postal arrange-ments, McAdamized roads, street gas lamps, etc. What it stands sadly in need of is an extensive and efficient system of sewerage, an ample supply of pure water and the total abolishment of cesspools. The Presbyterian Bury ink-Ground at Spar-ta is located between the old Albany turnpike and the present direct road from Sing Sing to Tarrytown. It contains about two acres of land. It was originally allotted to the Presbyterian Church by Frederick Philips, lord of the Philips Manor.