Publisher's Synopsis
The entrance to the harbour of New York is not unworthy its position as the gateway-the ever open gateway-of the New World. And the colossal monument raised by the genius of Bartholdi at the threshold of the gateway is no inapt emblem of the sentiments with which millions have hailed the sight of the American continent. The harbour, though guarded by great guns against hostile intruder, and infested by the myrmidons of the Customs, is nevertheless an appropriate antechamber of the Republic, from whose never-dying torch stream the rays of Liberty enlightening the world. Over the great lagoon-like waters flit the white-winged yachts-the butterflies of the sea-dancing in the rays of the rising sun.
