<span style="color:grey">A POStING OF DIEDRICh KNICKERBOCKER.

    <span style="color:grey">From w is odensday,

    [tale e Diedricleman of Nes from its primitive settlers. orical researc lie so mucably scanty on e topics;  legendary lore, so invaluable to true ory.

    c up in its lotle clasped volume of black-letter, and studied it he zeal of a bookworm.

    t of all tory of tco terary cer of o tell trut is not a ter t ss c is its scrupulous accuracy, ioned on its ?rst appearance, but ely establis is noted into all orical collections, as a book of unquestionable auty.

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    At t of tains, t smoke curling up from a Village,  s of t ao t is a little village of great antiquity, cs, in times of t about t of ter Stuyvesant (may  in peace!), and ttlers standing  of small yelloiced s, surmounted hercocks.

    In t same village, and in one of to tell trutime-en),   try  a