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QflImI-Gm.mfi'." WC...” mum-uncanny. Any boy or girl who nod: this and who may now chance to Hm in the upper part of New York Inland would find it hard to ”all” that all the western section of the pity beyond Fifty-ninth street in 1851 was quite out of town, and that thefurther you walked the sweeter and greener it grew, for the houses you came to had beautiful grounds about them and" many had been laid out by skillful English landscape g‘ardners a' bun- dred years before. The little village of Manhattanville crossed the Bloom- ingdale turnpike at One hundred and twenty-fifth street and linked it 3g Carmansville. It consisted of s few straggling houses, two or three gen- eral shops, a blacksmith’s 'shed,three churches, a post office and a railway station. All. about it were plateau: of green table-lung little breaks run. ning through fields and noel springs hiding in rocky hollows. Mullet. tanVille lay at the foot of an‘o’ld fort that Washington built during the Revolutionary days and ”the Bloom» ingdale boys, in 1851, 'used to have glorious sham battles up there with the “Manhattan villains,” as they were pleased to term the yillage boys. And from points in this yil‘lage one caught glorious views of the Hadrian river and the wooded shores on the Jersey side. ' ' ' [All rightareeerved mas anthem] Any boy orjirl who reads this and who may now chance to live .in the upper part of New Yorhlslarid would find it hard to realise that all the western section of the eity beyond Fifty-ninth street in 1851 was quite out of town, and that thefurther you walked the sweeter and greener it grew, for the houses you came to had beautiful grounds about them and" many had been laid out by skillful English landscape g‘ardnera a' bun. dred years before. The little village of Manhattanville crossed the Bloom- ingdale turnpike at One hundred and twenty-fifth street and linked it 6.; Carmansville. It consisted of a law straggling houses, two or three gen and shops, a blacksmith’s -shed,three ~ night of the mas-ere oISt. Barthol- omew and alter various resting! in foreign lands found their way to America. Away up on the banks of the Hudson, in the midst of the for- eat primeval, Pierre Aymsrhad pur- chased many acres for a few gold coins. and on a commanding site had erected a man siou as nearly like the dear old chateau of his childhood as could be built in the new world. It was a square house seventy feet broad by seventy feet deep. The wide hall that ran through the center was the loveliest pla‘oe in the world to sit ‘in in summer; and on winter nights: generations of little Aymara had played'at games there, and youths and maidens had danced many a measure to the strains of the harp- sichord in the drawing room. ' Into this region of. pure air and country sights and sounds ' canie Granule Doonan with her son Larry and his little child; and, became the contractor ( the doctor’s brother ) found them to be such respectable folks, he sold. them a house with, an acre of ground about-it, on time. This house had once been the por- ter’ a lodge to a very grand mansion that stood on a hill overlooking the river. “Bellemont’f was the name of the place and it had been owned from father to son by a family whose aur- name was Aymar. They were origi- nally Huguenot; and tradition had it that they fled from?) France on the What POW Did. THE SHERIDAN ROAD NEWS-LETTER. After the Revolutionthe history‘ of this family was avmingling of sun- shine and shadow, a story! now of auocess. attain of failure, until the broad acres had dwindled into a few. The household of Bellemont in the spring of 1851 consisted of “Gentle- 'man Ayma'r,” (as he was called,) his \little new-Mm granddaughter, Duringthe Revolution the master of this house had joined the Con- tineutal army and fought géllantly to the end of the war. ' Strangely enough the British neVer molested Béllemom. It, is said that the'reaaon ‘for this was that one ‘of Clinton’s etafi was in loVe with :1 Fannie Ay- mar, who was a sad eoquette and only led her Redeoat on, to give him his eonge when the war was over, when she married a dermin Herman Van~Renssalaer of the upper Hudson. ‘ re,” and thrae colored wrvébts. Li 6 'Clare'a father, (Gantleina'n Aymar’s only child ) was an officer in the United States army and he wah with his regiment at a post some- Where beyond the Rocky mountains. The house that Larry Dobnan had bought was just at the foot of a beau- tiful braid avenue that led up to the Aymur mansion, and it was not many year: before Clare'Aymat and Pat- soy Doonsn weregood “ng. When OMAymr use tenacious. Deonsn tell in love with her. for u fancied resemblance she thought th child bore to the young lady she had served across the see. Ind from ' thenceforth she won the. child’s most willing slave. Grennie hld s mind stored with hosts of charming tales and legends and in her clean sitting room on winter days; with Miss Clare enstslled in the-out of honor and Psteey on a low stool at her feet G rannie would “recount “The edvin- tures av the little rid bin” and other kindred tales to the children of .her affection; or when summer days were long she would take her knitting and go with themto the old elm that shaded the grave of it little Clare Aymar whom the children were pleas- ed to believe enjoyed their making a play ground of her resting place. A gray stone at the mound's head told in few quaintly lettered Words that the little Clare had been " a good and duteons child, ” and they knew she had been “beauteons” as well, for her pertrait in the library (done by Cop-1y )/ told that. Like the present Clareehe had been mother- less and soshe had lived a lonely life; the story-is, that they found her one K day lyingss-they suppost d~asleep, her hands full of; flowers beside a sapling elm her small hands had planted; but little Clare never wrote again-end they buried her in the quaint old garden, and there Ishelies unto this day.' But the children’s dearest play ground . was the attic, »=-holding such a wealth of pest, and . gone imperishahle‘plunder of 'every V sort, kind and description. It would take piges and chapters to tell of all ‘the genies and merry makings they had in that long, low room under the - eaves while ‘Mammie Dinah, ” the faithful black nurse, sat by the dorâ€" met window with her open bible on her kneegeneraily fast asleep,though she would have been very indignant if anybody had accused her of such a thing. ' It was in the garret that Captain Aymar found the child ren one stormy wintry afternoon when he chanced to be at home on a ‘ furlough. ‘ They were, seated together-on an hairy sole leather trunk, talking of the ‘ war- "in