ished, and he was
prominently 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 complacency, and thinking that no one would
recognise him. In a passion at what he considered the
carelessness of one of his workmen regarding the time some
work should have been delivered, he told the man he should
not have promised it, as it caused disappointment. 'Master,'
said the workman, 'you have disappointed me worse than
that.' 'How, you rascal?' 'When I waited a whole hour in the
rain to see you hanged.'"

In 1828 and 1829 the prisoners were transferred to Sing Sing, and the
site passed into private hands and the Greenwich State Prison was no
more. I believe there's a brewery there now.

It is an odd coincidence that the present Jefferson Market Police
Court stands now at Tenth Street,--though a good bit further inland
than the ancient State's Prison. 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 present
regime of Justice is a kindlier and a cleaner one than that which
prevailed when the treadmill and the dark cell were Virtue's methods
of persuading Vice.

Someone, I know not who, wrote this apropos of prisons in Greenwich:

_"In these days fair Greenwich Village
Slept by Hudson's rural shores,
Then the stage from Greenwich Prison
Drove to Wall Street thrice a day--
Now the sombre 'Black Maria'
Oftener drives the other way."_

But I like to think that the old clock, if it could speak, would have
some cheering tales to tell. I like to believe that ugly things are
slipping farther and farther from Our Village, that honest romance and
clean gaiety are rather the rule there than the exception, and that,
perhaps, the day will sometime dawn when there will be no more need of
the shame of prisons in Greenwich Village.

The early social growth of the city naturally centred about its
churches. Even in Colonial days conservative English society in New
York assembl