A New York magnate colonizes a hilltop in Green-Wood.
William Smith died at Bull Run and went on to better things. His abandoned kit awaits us at Green-Wood in Brooklyn.
An angel writing in a book in Green-Wood: what’s up with that?
Come for the charming floral symbolism, stay for a child’s creepy poetic hallucination about the afterlife! It’s like the Oompa loompas make an appearance.
The monogram alone is worth the price of admission!