=Locust Grove=, with square central tower and open outlook, residence of the late Prof. S. F. B. Morse, inventor of the telegraph, is seen on the west bank; also the "Lookout," once known as Mine Hill, now a part of Poughkeepsie cemetery, with charming driveway to the wooded point where the visitor can see from his carriage one of the finest views of the Hudson. The completion of this drive is largely due to the enterprise of the late Mr. George Corlies, who did much to make Poughkeepsie beautiful. The view from this "Lookout" takes in the river for ten miles to the south, and reaches on the north to the Catskills. In a ramble with Mr. Corlies over Lookout Point, he told the writer that it was originally the purpose of Matthew Vassar to erect a monument on Pollopel's Island to Hendrick Hudson. Mr. Corlies suggested this point as the most commanding site. Mr. Vassar visited it, and concluded to place the monument here. He published an article in the Poughkeepsie papers to this effect, and, meeting Mr. Corlies one week afterwards, said, "Not one person in the city of Poughkeepsie has referred to my monument. I have decided to build a college for women, where they can learn what is useful, practical and sensible." It is interesting to note the fountain-idea of the first woman's college in the world, as it took form and shape in the mind of its founder. [Illustration: POUGHKEEPSIE BRIDGE] [Illustration: TROPHY POINT, WEST POINT] [Illustration: OLD CRO' NEST AND STORM KING] [Illustration: POLLIPEL'S ISLAND AND MOUNT TAURUS] [Illustration: THE CATSKILLS FROM THE HUDSON] [Illustration: NORTHERN GATE OF HIGHLANDS] * * * And from their leaguering legions thick and vast The galling hail-shot in fierce volley falls, While quick, from cloud to cloud, darts o'er the levin The flash that fires the batteries of heaven! _Knickerbocker Magazine._ * * * [Illustration: MORNING VIEW AT BLUE POINT.] We now see =Blue Point=, on the west bank; and, in every direction, enjoy the finest views. The scenery seems to stand, in character, between the sublimity of the Highlands and the tranquil, dreamy repose of the Tappan Zee. It is said that under the shadow of these hills was the favorite anchorage of-- =The Storm Ship=, one of our oldest and most reliable legends. The story runs somewhat as follows: Years ago, when New York was a village--a mere cluster of houses on the point now known as the Battery--when the Bowery was the farm of Peter Stuyvesant, and the Old Dutch Church on Nassau Street (which also long since disappeared), was considered the country--when communication with the old world was semi-yearly instead of semi-weekly or daily--say two hundred years ago--the whole town one evening was put into great commotion by the fact that a ship was coming up the bay. * * *