This one belonged to some one of the old Knickerbockers whose winter
residence was below Bleecker Street and who came up here to spend the
summer and so escape the heat of the dog-days. You can see it any day
you drive up the Speedway. It has stood there for over a hundred years
and is likely to continue. You know its history, too--or can, if you
will take the trouble to look up its record. Aaron Burr stopped here, of
course--he stopped about everywhere along here and slept in almost every
house; and Hamilton put his horse up in the stables--only the site
remains; and George Washington dined on the back porch, his sorrel mare
tied to one of the big trees. There is no question about these facts.
They are all down in the books, and I would prove it to you if I could
lay my hand on the particular record. Everybody believes it--Muffles
most of all.
Many of the old-time fittings and appurtenances are still to be seen. A
knocker clings to the front door--a wobbly old knocker, it is true, with
one screw gone and part of the plate broken--but still boasting its
colonial descent.
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