reen

d to the shorn lamb

as Ja

egion known affectionately as "Our Village" is Greenwich,

on whom be peace and benedictions, is usually given the credit of having given Greenwich its name, the historians insisting that it was the name of his own estate, and simply got stretched to take in the surrounding countryside. This seems rather a stupid theory. The Warren

were in those days. On this island of Manhattan they had appropriated the finest, richest, yet driest piece of ground to be had. There were woods and fields; there was a marvellous trout stream (Minetta Water); there

thing. When you go down to the waterfront to see the ships steam away, you are proba

n for twenty-four dollars-cast an eye over the new territory with a view to developing certain spots for the Dutch West India Company. He staked out the Sa

Representing the West India Company, he nevertheless held nefarious commerce with the Indians-it is even reported that he sold them guns and powder in violation of express regulations-an

nyone but himself. But, in the first year of his disastrous governorship

, whether by strategy or force history does not say. R.R. Wilson says it was "rum and warfare." Anyway, they departed to parts unknown and Van Twiller built a farm and started an immense tobacco plantation. As the tobacco grew and flourished the place became known by the Dutc

t has told the hours of justice for

eter Stuyvesant someone mentioned the houses at "Sappokanigan," and in 1679, after the British had arrived, a descriptive little entry was made in one of those delightfully detailed journals of an old

ends, we rested ourselves and drank some good beer, which refreshed us. We continued along the shore to the city, where we arrived at an early hour in the evening, very much fatigued, having walked t

s used to drink their tea was a most illuminating sidelight upon their racial characteristics. They served the dish of tea and the sugar separately-the latter in a large and awkward hunk from which they crunched out bites as they needed them. Now I take it that there was no particular reason for this inconvenient and lab

new language. So the Bossen Bouwerie became Green Wich (later clipped in pronunciation to Grinni

s of rustic scenery and rest cures; and they began to drift out to the green little hamlet on the Hudson where they could commune with nature and fortify themselves with that incomparable air.

ay, but the marshes overflowed in the spring, and soon they opened another road known as the Inland Road to Greenwich. This second lane ran from the Post Road or Bowery, w

ygone days. Better than any history books will they make the past live again, make it real to yo

d flavour of other days. We read that James Anderson of Broadway has just arrived from London "in the brig Betsy" with a load of "the best finished boot legs." Another gentleman urges people to insp

of such mixed assort

r S

gro w

egant

d club, scale beams, cotton in bales, Ten

in a certain stable, at a shilling a head for adults and sixp

a fine example of old-style journalism. Observe the ingenuity with which a page of narrative is twisted into the first sentence. The last two

standing his efforts to avoid her, and the means he used to beat her off, we are sorry to say that he was so much injured as t

d of the question brought up before the City Council: "Whether attorneys a

nd drunk in any street, and it could not be ascertained w

or range in any of the streets or lands." In 1684 eight watchmen were appointed at twelve-penc

ournals. In column on column of yellowed paper and quaint f-for-s printing, we read exhortations to

ders, dyers, ta

and criers, jew

, players, cartmen

weighers, carpen

eds; the fiery, yet pedantic, political editorials. Oh, no one knows anything about Father Knickerbocker un

eal village, and growing with astonishing rapid

id not do it as badly as they might have done, nor as we are inclined to think they did when we try to find our way around lower New York today. The truth is that Greenwich had grown up, and always has grown up ever since, in an entirely independent and obstinate fashion all its own. There was not the slightest use in trying to make its twisty curlicue streets conform to any engineering plan on

rican bullets, they went about abolishing every blessed thing in the city which could remind them of England and English ways. The names of the streets were, of course, nearly all intrinsically English. A few of the o

ty, and thus became innocuous! Queen Street doffed its ermine and became homely and humble, under the name of Cedar. King Street was now Pine. King George Street was abolished altogether, according to the chronicles. One is curious to know what they did with it; it must be difficult to lose a street en

rous little village that ever grew up over night. Those marvellously healthy qualities as to location and air, that fine, sandy soil, made it a haven, indeed, to people who were afraid of sickness. And in those days the island was continually swept by epidemics-violent, far-reaching, a

lish visitor to Amer

nnot go far on account of business, remove to Greenwich, situate on the border of the Hudson about two or three miles from town. The banks

e I regret not being able to find) declares he "saw the corn growing on the corner of Hammond Street (West Eleventh

says

the Spring Street Market and one also near the State Prison; but the fever of 1882 built up many streets with num

t writer he does not state,- "'and went flying beyond its

822 that Ha

ling the roads; persons with anxiety strongly marked on their countenances, and with hurried gait, were hustling through the streets. Temporary stores and offices were erecting, and even on the ensuing day (Sunday) carts were in motion, and the saw and hammer busily at work. Within a few days thereafter the custom house

anks transferring their business thither literal

ast in New York, gives us some charming snapshots of a still lat

Sir Peter Warren. But she never thought of going so far for less than a week! [She lived at Fulton and Nassau streets.] There was a city conveyance for par

sinner,

ening's sta

occurred to her that it could mean anythi

th gardens both of flowers and vegetables, stables and numbers of cows, chickens, pigeons and peacocks. In the huge hall

imately, and find out something of those who built it and lived in it,

us not

ich. The first was the Skinner Road-now Christopher Street; the second lay at the foot of Brannan Street-now Spring. To the Upper Greenwich in 1796 came a distinction which would seem to have been of doubtful advantage,-the erec

, and seemed to consider it rather as an acquisition than a plague spot. No other village

1811 put this "ad.

nt and healthy situation, a few doors from the State Prison. The Greenwich

d sudden death seemed the milder diversions. Mutiny was a habit, and they had a way of burning up parts of the building when annoyed. On one occasion they shut up

but the punishments in this New York Bridewell were severe in the extreme. Those were the days of whippings and the treadmill,-a viciously brutal invention,-of bread and water and dark cells and the rest of the barbarities which society hit

re is one gleam of humour. Mr. Macatamney t

ntly identified with the progress of the times. He had an itching palm, however, and after a time he forged the names of all his business friends, eloped with the daughter of one of his benefactors and disappeared from the earth, apparently. 'Murder will out' A few years after the forger returned to the city, and established himself under an assumed name in the making of shoes, forgetting, however, to maintain c

and the site passed into private hands and the Greenwich Sta

on. The old Jefferson Market clock has looked down upon a deal of crime and trouble, but a fair share of goodness and comfort too. It is hopeful to think that the

o, wrote this apropos

ys fair Gree

udson's ru

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ll Street t

ombre 'Bl

ives the o

ngs are slipping farther and farther from Our Village, that honest romance and clean gaiety are rather the rule there than the exc

erica was really not America then, but Colonial England. A graceful militarism was the order of the day, and in the fashionable congregations were redcoats in plenty. The Church of England, as represented and upheld by Trinity Parish, was the chu

from Greenwich the Greenwich denizens patronised it at the expense of time and trouble. A writer, whose name I cannot fix at the moment, has described the Sabbath attendance:-ladies in powder and patches alighting from their chaises; servants, black of sk

ldest of the Trinity structures) was built in 1764, on the street called Vesey because of the Rev. Mr. Vesey, its spiritual director. The "God's Acre" around it held many a noted man and woman. Yet, as it is so far from the ground in which we are now concerning o

-in-the-Fields, in London, and always stood for English traditions and ideals. This did not prevent the British from capturing the organ designed for it and holding it up for ransom in the War of 1812. The organ was made in Philadelphia,

the Weekly Register of B

ine.... Now a gentleman might suppose that

till fashionable. Old New Yorkers given to remembrance speak regretfully of the quiet and peace and beauty of the Old Park-which is no mor

f St. John's famous "Dole"-the Leake Dole, which has been s

unded the Leake and Watts' Orphan House and Joh

w York one thousand pounds, put out at interest, to be laid out in the annual income in sixpenny wheaten loaves of

it-that the bread is given out not after divine service but very early in the morning, when the grey and silver light of t

rinity Parish, and probably the best-known church, next t

er's, the first Roman Catholic Church, was erected at Barclay Street, and much trouble they had, if account may be relied on. The reported tales of an escaped nun d

veyard on Eleventh Street. It is Beth Haim, the Hebrew Place of Rest, close to Milligan Lane. The same Eleventh Street, which (as we shall see later) was badly handicapped by "the s

r Street. Its pastor, the Reverend Thomas Skinner, is chiefly, but deservedly, renowned for a memorable address

ps, children, you do not know the meaning of that

first and most famous Fre

they met in carpenter shops, or wherever they could. When they had real

of asceticism that I began to fully appreciate what a fr

itanism." And, he added: "It's just an island, a

day perhaps it will conquer even the hostile seas. Anyway, most of the voyager

uld change the charming, erratic plan of it; not the most powerful pressure of modern business could destroy its insistent, yet elusive personality. The Village has always persistently eluded incorporation in the rest of the city. Never forget this: Greenwich was developed as independently as Boston or Chic

nward and left the green cradle of its splendid beginnings. But the cradle remained, still to cherish new lives and fresh ideals and a society profoundly different, yet scarcely less exclusive in its way,

strange angles and curves. One street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector

ffers this concer

nexpected point as if to shake hands, and Waverly Place sticks its head in where some other street oug

Greenwich is the home of romance. It is a sort of Make Believe Land whic

and all the component parts of a modern and seemingly very sordid city-when, lo and behold, a step to the right or left has taken you into another country entirely-I had well-nigh said another world. Where did it come from-that quaint little house with the fanlight over the door and the flower-starred gr

e country village," says Joseph Van Dyke. "... There are scraps o

hat shyly curtained window. Hark! You can hear the thin, delicate notes quite plainly: this is such a quiet little street.

such a house that

ottage in old Gr

plot that was bur

t last to my girl

rang up in our l

also splendid. It is joyous life and growth hoping in the most unpromising surroundings: it

arren, grassle

, with a fai

tful garden e

d-for,-never

lowers that anyone can see and touch and smell. Sometimes they come only as flowers of the heart-which

Macatamney desc

cleanliness not found in any other semi-congested part of New York; an individuality of the positive sort transmitted from generation to generation; a picturesqueness in

a

to be the terminus of a stage line from Pine Street and Broadway, the stages 'r

ill find your romance. You cannot walk a block in Greenwich without coming on some stony wall, suggestive alley, quaint house or vista or garden plot or tree. Everything sings to you there; even the poorest sections h

out stumbling upon the trail of romance or adventure. As, for example, the tale of that same Sir Peter Warren, whose name we have encounte