Morse, according to Helen W.Henderson's "A Loiterer in New York," was the first artist to work there.

He lived in the old New York University building, and when he was not before his easel, was experimenting with the telegraph.

In that building also Draper wrote, and perfected his invention of the daguerreotype, and Colt invented the revolver named after him.

The old grey castellated structure, erected in 1837, stood on the east side of the Square until 1894.
Of a restaurant that played a part in one of his stories O.Henry wrote: "Formerly it was a resort of interesting Bohemians; but now only writers, painters, actors, and musicians go there." The same topsy-turvical irony might have been directed with equal happiness at the cafe of the Brevoort, or the Black Cat on West Broadway, or Gonfarone's at the corner of Eighth and MacDougal Streets, or at old Maria's.

Whatever else it may be Bohemia is a democracy, and regardless of condition or occupation any one who so wishes may lay claim to and enjoy the privileges of immediate citizenship.