Edmund Gallery was born along the shores of an old river city on the Upper Hudson and spent much of his career as a master mariner. He considered those days at sea his Harvard and his Yale, as did Melville. Edmund’s chronicles were many—and in the last of such—he wrote this elegy as to the one great love of his life. Such was Matty, whose presence to him was the sun. As were Captain Gallery’s final wishes, his ashes were strewn upon the waters of the Hudson.