The spires of Trinity Church and St.
Paul's towered above everything.

And we had seen such churches in the Old Country.

Brooklyn Bridge had just been built and it overtopped the town like a syrup pitcher over a plate of pancakes.

The tallest business blocks were five or six stories high, and back in Wales old Lord Tredegar, the chief man of our shire, lived in a great castle that was as fine as any of them.
The steel that made New York a city in the sky was wrought in my own time.

My father and his sons helped puddle the iron that has braced this city's rising towers.