72                    THE  OLD MERCHAJVTS
 

CHAPTER VII.

Last, Sunday evening I was walking up Greenwich
street, and when I reached No. 337, I stopped and
looked at the old house, once in a fashionable locality,
and occupied by one of the first merchants of the city.
Opposite was a block of handsome three story brick
buildings (between Jay and Harrison streets) and there
also lived the first people. But now, how changed !
Low tenement houses, dirty, out of repair, and daily
witnesses of scenes that shock humanity. It is only
twenty years ago since the occupant of No. 337 moved
away from that house to Bleecker street. I allude to
Schuyler Livingston. I saw him only a few weeks
since, as he tottered along the street to his counting-
house in Beaver street, and complained of rheumatism.
On Monday, the 2d of September, he died at White-
stone, Long Island.    He was 58 years old.

Mr. Livingston was very much pleased with what I
had written about him. I do not think he ever had as
much said about him before or since. Schuyler Liv¬
ingston was a true New York merchant. He was edu¬
cated to it, serving a regular clerkship of five years, as
nearly all of our great shipping merchants have done.

In 1819, when S. Livingston was sixteen years old,