On Sunday, May 9, 1886, a small article appeared on page 5 of the New York Sun, entitled

Goodbye Village Inn, destruction of a fine and famous old landmark of the 9th Ward.

When C-Captain Faulkner's three brick buildings were erected in 1832 at the corner of Hudson and Bank streets,

they were the pride and glory of Greenwich Village.

There were handsome gardens then at the backs of those houses.

On what is now Greenwich streets bordering of a territory of small houses and shops, stables, low

and broad factories, bad smells, and planing machines that buzz continually all the long

and dreary day.

Greenwich Village in 1832 was the choicest dwelling ground on all Manhattan Island. Almost all who lived there

owned their own houses, had their own wells, the cold crystalline water of which was famous,

and had their own pretty little gardens full of sweet old-fashioned floral favorites. The dreamy restfulness of the

Hollanders who founded the old village still lingered in its atmosphere. The building of Captain

Faulkner's houses amazed the villagers and attracted people from far and near to gaze upon

the strange sight they're presented.

It was not only that they were such big, strong, and handsome houses,

but there was just so much surprising style in their construction.

The frontage of the three houses was on Hudson Street,

or rather on Abington Square, to which they more properly

belonged and on which they were numbered. Every door in them from cellar to roof was made of solid

mahogany and every mantle of massive white marble. During 40 years, the corner house has been a tavern known as the Village Inn,

a fine, respectable, old-fashioned sort of place of social enjoyment. The house next to it has been

for a number of years occupied by a tenant who formerly let out rooms for lodgings, and lately

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