“It does not appear that the valiant Argal molested the settlement of Communipaw; on the contrary, I am told that when his vessel first hove in sight, the worthy burghers were seized with such a panic, that they fell to smoking their pipes with astonishing vehemence; insomuch that they quickly raised a cloud, which, combining with the surrounding woods and marshes, completely enveloped and concealed their beloved village, and overhung the fair regions of Pavoniaso that the terrible Captain Argal passed on totally unsuspicious that a sturdy little Dutch settlement lay snugly couched in the mud, under cover of all this pestilent vapor. In commemoration of this fortunate escape, the worthy inhabitants have continue, to smoke, almost without intermission, unto this very day; which is said to be the cause of the remarkable fog which often hangs over Communipaw of a clear afternoon.”
The golden age of New York was under the reign of Walter Van Twiller, the first governor of the province, and the best it ever had. In his sketch of this excellent magistrate Irving has embodied the abundance and tranquillity of those halcyon days:
“The renowned
Wouter (or Walter Van Twiller) was descended from a
long line of Dutch burgomasters,
who had successively dozed away
their lives, and grown
fat upon the bench of magistracy in
Rotterdam; and who had
comported themselves with such singular
wisdom and propriety
that they were never either heard or talked of
—which, next to being universally
applauded, should be the object
of ambition of all magistrates
and rulers. There are two opposite
ways by which some men
make a figure in the world: one, by talking
faster than they think,
and the other, by holding their tongues and
not thinking at all.
By the first, many a smatterer acquires the
reputation of a man
of quick parts; by the other, many a dunderpate,
like the owl, the stupidest
of birds, comes to be considered the
very type of wisdom.
This, by the way, is a casual remark, which I
would not, for the universe,
have it thought I apply to Governor Van
Twiller. It is
true he was a man shut up within himself, like an
oyster, and rarely spoke,
except in monosyllables; but then it was