othing better than the Didactics of Robert Walsh.
The commercial interests of Manhattan could claim little attention from young men of wit and spirit, but leisure and a society both cosmopolitan and congenial afforded them ample opportunity and provocation for literary jeux d'esprit. When the busy savant, Samuel Latham Mitchill, presided at the Sour Krout crowned with cabbage leaves or burlesqued his own erudition in jovial speeches at the Turtle Club, what wonder if Irving and the lads of Kilkenny found time to riot at Dyde's on imperial champagne or to sally out to Kemble's mansion on the Passaic — the original of Cockloft Hall — for a night of high fun and jollification.
Dr. Mitchill's Picture of New York, with a wealth of geological and antiquarian lore travestied in the first part of the Knickerbocker History, records the numerous landmarks and traditions of the city.
Corlaer's Hook was then something more than a memory, Hell Gate was still a menace to navigation, the Collect