Several rich people of the countryside even offered to present the city corporation with a much larger and more valuable plot of ground somewhere else; but the officials were firm.

The public notice was relentlessly made, of the purchase of ground "bounded on the road leading from the Bowerie Lane at the two-mile stone to Greenwich." When you next stroll through the little quiet park in the shadow of the Arch and Turini's great statue of Garibaldi, watching the children at play, the tramps and wayfarers resting, the tired horses drinking from the fountain the S.P.C.A.

has placed there for their service and comfort, the old dreaming of the past, and the young dreaming of the future,--see, if you please, if it is not rather a wistfully pleasant thought to recall the poor and the old and the nameless and the humble who were put to rest there a century and a quarter ago?
The Aceldama of the Priests of Jerusalem was "the potter's field to bury strangers in," according to St.Matthew; and in the Syriac version that meant literally "the field of sleep." It is true that when they made use of Judas Iscariot's pieces of silver, they twisted the syllables to mean the "field of blood," but it was a play upon words only.

The Field of Sleep was the Potter's Field, where the weary "strangers" rested, at home at last.
There is nothing intrinsically repellent in the memories attached to a Potter's Field,--save, possibly, in this case, a certain scandalous old story of robbing it of its dead for the benefit of the medical students of the town.

That was a disgraceful business if you like! But public feeling was so bitter and retributive that the practice was speedily discontinued.