ey, by Dean Ireland, and this monument erected to his memory by George III.—are facts known to all. The Americans have treated his memory with generosity.
They wept at his death; they sent home his remains with every circumstance of honor.
Mr. Cyrus Field has erected a handsome monument which will mark for future generations the historic spot where he was executed.
On the top of the sarcophagus sits Britannia, mourning, beside her lion.
The bas-relief represents Washington in his tent, suers.
Over Andreas tomb, fastened to the wall, is a wreath of autumn leaves brought by Dean Stanley from Tappan, and by him placed here.
He also hung on the monument a little silver medal commemorative of Andreas fate, which was given him by Mr. Field; but that was stolen.
Leaving the tomb of the ill-fated officer, our American friend must not omit to notice on the same wall, a little farther on, a modest tablet to an American citizen, Col. J. L. Chester, who, with rare munificence and ra