Away then he flew in rapid flight. He reached the bridge, he thundered
over the resounding planks. Then he saw the goblin rising in his
stirrups, and in the very act of launching his head at him. It
encountered his cranium with a tremendous crash. He was tumbled
headlong into the dirt, and the black steed and the spectral rider
passed by like a whirlwind. The next day tracks of horses deeply
dented in the road were traced to the bridge, beyond which, on the
bank of a broad part of the brook, where the water ran deep and black,
was found the hat of the unfortunate Ichabod, and close beside it a
shattered pumpkin." All honor to him who fills this working-day world
with humor, romance and beauty!

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I beg you will have the kindness to let me know when
Mr. Irving takes pen in hand again; for assuredly I
shall expect a very great treat which I may chance never
to hear of but through your kindness.

_Walter Scott._

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I want to visit Washington Irving, I want to see your
stupendous scenery, I want to go to the grave of
Washington.

_Lord Byron._

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