He quelled the half-paid mutineers,
    And bound them closer to the cause;
  His presence turned their wrath to tears,
    Their muttered threats to loud applause.

  The great Republic had its birth
    That hour beneath the army’s wing,
  Whose leader taught by native worth
    The man is grander than the king.

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  We hear the anthem once again,—­
    “No king but God!”—­to guide our way,
  Like that of old—­“Good-will to men”—­
    Unto the shrine where freedom lay.

  Wallace Bruce.

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Near at hand, and also plainly seen from the river, is the new Tower of Victory, fifty-three feet high, costing $67,000.  It contains a life-size statue of Washington, in the act of sheathing his sword, with bronze figures representing the rifle, the artillery, the line officer and dragoon service of our country, with a bronze tablet on the east wall bearing the inscription:  “This monument was erected under the authority of the Congress of the United States, and of the State of New York, in commemoration of the disbandment, under proclamation of the Continental Congress, of October 18, 1783, of the armies, by whose patriotic and military virtue, our national independence and sovereignty were established.”  The Belvidere, reached by a spiral staircase, is capable of holding one hundred persons, and the view therefrom takes in a wide extent of panoramic beauty.  Newburgh has not only reason to be proud of her historical landmarks and her beautiful situation, but also of her commercial prosperity.  In olden times, it was a great centre for all the western and southwestern district, farmers and lumbermen coming from long distances in the interior.  Soon after the Revolution she was made a village, when there were only two others in the State.  Before the days of the Erie canal, this was the shortest route to Lake Erie, and was made by stage via Ithaca.  With increasing facilities of railway communication, she has also easily held her own against all commercial rivals.  The West Shore Railroad, the Erie Railway, the New York Central and the New York and New England across the river, and several Hudson river steamers, make her peculiarly central.  The city is favored with beautiful driveways, amid charming country seats.  The New Paltz road passes the site where General Wayne had his headquarters, also, the “Balm of Gilead tree,” which gave the name of Balmville to the suburban locality.  Another road affords a glimpse of the “Vale of Avoca,” named after the well-known glen in Ireland, of which Tom Moore so sweetly sung.  Here, some say, a treacherous attempt was made on the life of Washington, but it is not generally credited by critical historians.  As the steamer leaves the dock, and we look back upon the factories and commercial houses along the water front, crowned by noble streets of residence, with adjoining plateau, sweeping back in a vast semi-circle as a beautiful framework to the wide bay, we do not wonder that Hendrick Hudson established a prophetic record by writing “a very pleasant place to build a town.”