inter- esting sight when Madame Bogardus danced and the Domine paid the piper. He was a loyal gentleman and knew what his position demanded. We read that when some jealous dame declared that Anneke had coquettishly shown more of her clocked stocking than propriety demanded, her reverend husband promptly brought suit for slander, and received damages. It appears, indeed, that Bogardus was something of a fighter, and figured as plaintiff or defendant in several law-suits. But to return to the farm : every one who knows his New York at all knows what years of litigation over the inheritance of part of that property have made it one of the most famous pieces of real estate in the Digitized by Microsoft® 6o The Hudson River world, and its mistress as well known as Queen Anne or Pocahontas. And wherever the name of Anneke Jans is mentioned, and the now fabulously valuable property becomes a subject of conversation, the tail spire of old Trinity begins to rise upon the mental vision like a finger of warning against all profane claimants. NEW YORK HARBOUR FROM ONE OF THE SKY-SCRAPERS Those who knew this part of the shore a generation ago knew Lispenard's swamp, that was in reality a salt meadow until comparatively recent years. It lay on both sides of the present Canal Street, and when New York was young was a favourite resort for all the amateur sportsmen of the neighbourhood. The Ocean Steamship Company's piers now occupy a part of that shore, and bales and boxes and barrels of Savannah freight, cotton, and naval stores are spread in ap- parent confusion where the wild duck used to fly among Digitized by Microsoft® Alono^ the Manhattan Shore 6i "^^ the pools, and the swamp-wren built her nest in the rushes. -- - Along the river shore above Lispenard's swamp, or meadow, and reaching inland nearly to the old Boston and Albany Road (that is, the Bowery) was that de- lightful suburb known as Greenwich Village. Along the shore northward from old Vauxhall and Harrison's Brewery the old maps show the " Road to Greenwich." Its first name was Sapokanican, which the Dutch changed to the Bossen Bouwerie. Where White Star and Cunard steamers now come to their wharves, the pleasant grassy slopes reached down to the water's edge, and nothing more pretentious than one of the " yachts ' ' of some up-river potentate ever sent a ripple to that strand. Through the Bouwerie ran the Manetta brook, that famous water that, in spite of burying and cul verting and filling in, has been the dread of architects and builders down to the present day. Washington Square was within the village boundaries when Wash- ington Square was nothing but a marsh where the crack of a duck-gun might occasionally have been heard. "Admiral" Peter Warren (who was only Captain Warren at that time) built a house somewhere about 1744 in Greenwich. That house afterwards became, and was for many years, the residence of Abraham Van Ness, Esq. Around it clustered other fine houses: there came the Bayards and the de Lanceys and James Digitized by Microsoft® 62 The Hudson River Jauncey, and there the fashionables of their time were accustomed to turn for a drive into the country. Thomas A. Janvier, who made a dehghtful study of old Greenwich Village, says of its inhabitants: Very proper and elegant people were all of these, and — their seats being at a convenient distance from the city — their elegant friends living in New York found pleasure in making Greenwich an objective point when taking the air of fine afternoons. And even when visiting was out of the question, a turn through Greenwich to the Monument was a favorite expedition among the gentle-folk of a century or so ago. Until about the year 1767, access to this region was only by the Greenwich Road, close upon the line of the present Greenwich Street and directly upon the water-side. Greenwich Lane was called also Monument Lane and Obelisk Lane : for the reason that at its northern extremity, a little north of the present Eighth Avenue and Fifteenth Street, was a monu- ment in honor of General Wolfe. After the erection of this me- morial to the hero of Quebec the drive of good society was out the Post Road to the Greenwich turning; thence across to the Obelisk ; thence by the Great Kill Road (the present Gansevoort Street) over to the Hudson ; and so homeward by the river-side while the sun was sinking in golden glory behind the Jersey hills. Or the drive could be extended a little by going out the Post Road as far as Love Lane, and thence south by the Southampton, Warren, or Fitzroy Road to the