"Still faces on Varick Street, sombre and unaltered, a stately link between the present and the past."] "The house stood about three hundred yards back from the river, on ground which fell away in a gentle slope towards the waterside.

The main entrance was from the east; and at the rear--on the level of the drawing-room and a dozen feet or so above the sloping hillside--was a broad veranda commanding the view westward to the Jersey Highlands and southward down the bay to the Staten Island Hills." The fanciful description goes on to picture Captain Warren sitting on this veranda, "smoking a comforting pipe after his mid-day dinner; and taking with it, perhaps, as seafaring gentlemen very often did in those days, a glass or two of substantial rum-and-water to keep everything below hatches well stowed.

With what approving eye must he have regarded the trimly kept lawns and gardens below him; and with what eyes of affection the _Launceston_, all a-taunto, lying out in the stream!" I have called the description of the house "fanciful," but it is really not that, since the old house fell into Abraham Van Nest's hands at a later date, and stood there for over a century, with the poplars, for which it was famous, and the box hedges, in which Susanna had taken such pride, growing more beautiful through the years.

Not until 1865 was the lovely place destroyed by the tidal wave of modern building.
The Captain kept his town house as well,--the old Jay place, on the lower end of Broadway, but it was at the Manse that he loved best to stay, and the Manse which was and always remained his real and beloved home.

In 1744 his seaman's restlessness again won over his domestic tranquillity and he was off once more in search of fresh adventures and dangers.