I have just visited the new Cemetery,
about three miles from Albany. It is in the township of Watervliet
on the Troy road, and a little more than halfway to that city. It
affords a drive, inside the fence, of five miles. The entrance and
grounds are not yet completed, but they certainly bit fair to excel
any similar ones in the country. Soon after entering, you pass
through an oak filled opening, filled with gradual mounds, and
approach to ravines suitable for burial places. These glens are
among the most picturesque that can be conceived. In crossing them,
and the streams which flow through a portion of them, you traverse
bridges built of the trunks and limbs of tress, cut from the grounds.
These rustic structures are strongly put together with railings
formed in various shapes, adapted to the place. It is intended to
plant trailing vines at each end, and thus cover their upper sides
with foliage.
The views from these natural passage
ways are some of the most charming the eye ever beheld. The gentle
sloping or steep banks – the shady coves, hidden away among the
overhanging trees – the palisades of mossy rocks, wreathed with
rude crowns of bending bought – the opening river in the distance,
with its dotted banks and vessels – present a scene of rural beauty
rarely equaled. Intermingled among the bridges and winding paths are
several of the most delightful lakes and cascades. Sufficient wood
has been cleared away from their borders to admit the light of the
sun and moon to the greatest possible advantage, affording the sky,
clouds, trees, and hillsides a perfect reflection in the limpid
waters. Here, overlooking mimic seas, burial spots have been already
selected. Most cordially do I commend the good judgment of those
that choose them. – Several open knolls and eminences are to be
found, from which the river, Troy, and the public road are finely
commanded. On one of these is admirable site for an observatory to
overlook the enclosure. A large lot in the rear is intended for a
flower garden and shrubbery nursery, where those who wish to obtain
such memorials for their loved ones, can be readily supplied – the
avails to be devoted to improving the Cemetery.
There have been, as yet, no burials,
but it is probable, there are some bodies to be removed from other
grounds. The place cannot but be a favorite with the Albanians, and
all who pay visits to its sacred, silent shades. The movement was
first suggested in a sermon preached by one of the clergymen of
Albany – Rev. Dr. Welch. He is now on the Board of Manager, and is
one of the most efficient members. Should you ever visit Albany,
gentlemen, be sure to drive through this very sweet spot.
– A SON OF THE PILGRIMS
The author of the article states that there were no burials yet, but records show that David Strain was buried here in May of 1845. There was likely no monument in the Strain lot yet. The rustic wooden bridges described were later replaced with iron and stone bridges; most of these are long gone, too.
The photo above shows an old monument hidden away in one of the picturesque glens the Boston Traveller expressed admiration for. It stands near the remains of Consecration Lake.
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