-sixth (No. 3 East Sixty-sixth is the former home of General
Grant), Miss Elizabeth Kean (844), George Barney Schley (845), the late
Colonel Oliver H. Payne (852), George Grant Mason (854), Perry Belmont
(855), Judge Elbert H. Gary (856), George J. Gould (857), and Thomas F.
Ryan (858).

At this point begins what prior to 1840 was the farm of Robert Lenox,
extending on to what is now Seventy-third Street. The uncle of Robert
Lenox was a British commissary during the Revolution. The farm, which is
worth at the present day perhaps ten million dollars, was bought in the
twenties of the last century for forty thousand dollars. Under the
various sections of his will which bear the dates of 1829, 1832, and
1839, Lenox, or "Lennox" as it was then spelled, devised his farm, then
comprising about thirty acres, to his only son, James, with his stock of
horses, cattle, and farming utensils, during the term of his life and
after his death, to James's heirs forever. The will reads: "My motive
for so leaving this property is a firm persuasion that it may, at no
distant date, be the site of a village, and as it cost me more than its
present worth, from circumstances known to my family, I will to cherish
that belief that it may be realized to them. At all events, I want the
experiment made by keeping the property from being sold." Under a clause
in the will dated 1832, however, he withdrew the restriction covering
the sale of the farm, but, nevertheless, urged his son not to sell it,
as he was still of the firm conviction that some day there would be a
village near by, and the property would appreciate. It was the son James
Lenox who erected the Lenox Library, which was a conspicuous mark on the
upper Avenue until it was merged with the Astor in the formation of the
present Public Library. The Lenox Library antedated by some years the
Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was designed by Richard Morris Hunt, who
died in 1893, and whose Memorial, the work of Daniel Chester French, is
on the edge of the opposite Park.

The site of the old Library is now occupied by the house of Mr. Henry C.
Frick, one of the great show residences of the Avenue and the city.
Beautiful as it unquestionably is, the veriest layman is conscious of
the fact that, for the full effect, a longer approach is needed. A broad
garden separates the house, which is eighteenth-century English, from
the sidewalk. The gallery, the low wing at the upper corner, with
lunettes in