From the elevation (the roof of the Athenaeun) the navy yard， the river with its bridges and islands， the clustered gables of Kittery and Newcastle， the illimitable ocean beyond make a picture worth climbing four or five flights of stairs to gaze upon. Glancing down on the town nestled in the foliage， it seems like a town dropped by chance in the midst of a forest. Among the prominent objects which lift themselves above the tree tops are the belfries of the various churches， the white fa鏰de of the custom house， and the mansard and chimneys of the Rockingham， the principal hotel. The pilgrim will be surprised to find in Portsmouth one of the most completely appointed hotels in the United States. The antiquarian may lament the demolition of the old Bell Tavern， and think regretfully of the good cheer once furnished the wayfarer by Master Stavers at the sign of the Earl of Halifax， and by Master Stoodley at his inn on Daniel Street；but the ordinary traveler will thank his stars， and confess that his lines have fallen in pleasant places， when he finds himself among the frescoes of the Rockingham.
Obliquely opposite the doorstep of the Athenaeum--we are supposed to be on terra firma again--stands the Old North Church， a substantial wooden building， handsomely set on what is called The Parade， a large open space formed by the junction of Congress， Market， Daniel， and Pleasant streets. Here in days innocent of water-works stood the town pump， which on more than one occasion served as whipping-post.
The churches of Portsmouth are more remarkable for their number than their architecture. With the exception of the Stone Church they are constructed of wood or plain brick in the ******st style. St. John's Church is the only one likely to attract the eye of a stranger. It is finely situated on the crest of Church Hill， overlooking the ever-beautiful river. The present edifice was built in 1808 on the site of what was known as Queen's Chapel， erected in 1732， and destroyed by fire December 24， 1806.
The chapel was named in honor of Queen Caroline， who furnished the books for the altar and pulpit， the plate， and two solid mahogany chairs， which are still in use in St. John's. Within the chancel rail is a curious font of porphyry， taken by Colonel John Tufton Mason at the capture of Senegal from the French in 1758， and presented to the Episcopal Society on 1761. The peculiarly sweet-toned bell which calls the parishioners of St.
John's together every Sabbath is， I believe， the same that formerly hung in the belfry of the old Queen's Chapel. If so， the bell has a history of its own. It was brought from Louisburg at the time of the reduction of that place in 1745， and given to the church by the officers of the New Hampshire troops.
The Old South Meeting-House is not to be passed without mention.
It is among the most aged survivals of pre-revolutionary days.
Neither its architecture not its age， however， is its chief warrant for our notice. The absurd number of windows in this battered old structure is what strikes the passer-by. The church was erected by subscription， and these closely set large windows are due to Henry Sherburne， one of the wealthiest citizens of the period， who agreed to pay for whatever glass was used. If the building could have been composed entirely of glass it would have been done by the thrifty parishioners.
Portsmouth is rich in graveyards--they seem to be a New England specialty--ancient and modern. Among the old burial-places the one attached to St. John's Church is perhaps the most interesting. It has not been permitted to fall into ruin， like the old cemetery at the Point of Graves. When a headstone here topples over it is kindly lifted up and set on its pins again， and encouraged to do its duty. If it utterly refuses， and is not shamming decrepitude， it has its face sponged， and is allowed to rest and sun itself against the wall of the church with a row of other exempts. The trees are kept pruned， the grass trimmed， and here and there is a rosebush drooping with a weight of pensive pale roses， as becomes a rosebush in a churchyard.
The place has about it an indescribable soothing atmosphere of respectability and comfort. Here rest the remains of the principal and loftiest in rank in their generation of the citizens of Portsmouth prior to the Revolution--stanch， royalty-loving governors， counselors， and secretaries of the Providence of New Hampshire， all snugly gathered under the motherly wing of the Church of England. It is almost impossible to walk anywhere without stepping on a governor. You grow haughty in spirit after a while， and scorn to tread on anything less than one of His Majesty's colonels or secretary under the Crown. Here are the tombs of the Atkinsons， the Jaffreys， the Sherburnes， the Sheafes， the Marshes， the Mannings， the Gardners， and others of the quality. All around you underfoot are tumbled-in coffins， with here and there a rusty sword atop， and faded escutcheons， and crumbling armorial devices. You are moving in the very best society.
This， however， is not the earliest cemetery in Portsmouth. An hour's walk from the Episcopal yard will bring you to the spot， already mentioned， where the first house was built and the first grave made， at Odiorne's Point. The exact site of the Manor is not known， but it is supposed to be a few rods north of an old well of still-flowing water， at which the Tomsons and the Hiltons and their comrades slaked their thirst more than two hundred and sixty years ago. Oriorne's Point is owned by Mr. Eben L. Odiorne， a lineal descendant of the worthy who held the property in 1657.
Not far from the old spring is the resting-place of the earliest pioneers.
"This first cemetery of the white man in New Hampshire，" writes Mr. Brewster， (1. Mr. Charles W. Brewster， for nearly fifty years the editor of the Portsmouth Journal， and the author of two volumes of local sketches to which the writer of these pages here acknowledges his indebtedness.) "occupies a space of perhaps one hundred feet by ninety， and is well walled in. The western side is now used as a burial-place for the family， but two thirds of it is filled with perhaps forty graves， indicated by rough head and foot stones. Who there rest no one now living knows. But the same care is taken of their quiet beds as if they were of the proprietor's own family. In 1631 Mason sent over about eighty emigrants many of whom died in a few years， and here they were probably buried. Here too， doubtless， rest the remains of several of those whose names stand conspicuous in our early state records."
