And still the gallows stood on the Field of Sleep, and also a big elm tree which sometimes served as the “gallows tree.”  Naturally, Indians and negroes predominated in the lists of malefactors executed.  The redmen were distrusted from the beginning on Manhattan,—­and with some basic reason, one must admit;—­as for the blacks, they were more severely dealt with than any other class.  The rigid laws and restrictions of that day were applied especially rigidly to the slaves.  A slave was accounted guilty of heavy crimes on the very lightest sort of evidence, and the penalties imposed seem to us out of all proportion to the acts.  Arson, for instance, was a particularly heinous offence—­when committed by a negro.  The negro riots, which form such an exceedingly black chapter in New York’s history, and which horrify our more humane modern standards with ghastly pictures of hangings and burnings at the stake, were often caused by nothing more criminal than incendiarism.  One very bad period of this sort of disorder started with a trifling fire in Sir.  Peter Warren’s house,—­the source of which was not discovered,—­and later grew to ungovernable proportions through other acts of the same sort.

As late as 1819, a young negro girl named Rose Butler was hanged in our Square before an immense crowd, including many women and young children.  Kindly read what the New York Evening Post said about it in its issue of July 9th: 

“Rose, a black girl who had been sentenced to be hung for setting fire to a dwelling house, and who was respited for a few days, in the hope that she would disclose some accomplice in her wickedness, was executed yesterday at two o’clock near the Potter’s Field.”

And in Charles H. Haswell’s delightful “Reminiscences,” there is one passage which has, for modern ears, rather too Spartan a ring: 

“A leading daily paper referred to her (he speaks of Rose) execution in a paragraph of five lines, without noticing any of the unnecessary and absurd details that are given in the present day in like cases; neither was her dying speech recorded....”

Thomas Janvier declares that she was accused of murder, but all other authorities say that poor Rose’s “wickedness” had consisted of lighting a fire under the staircase of her master’s house, with, or so it was asserted, “a malicious intent.”  One sees that it was quite easy to get hanged in those days,—­especially if you happened to be a negro!  The great elm tree, on a branch of which Rose was hanged, stood intact in the Square until 1890.  I am glad it is gone at last!

Old Manhattan was as strictly run as disciplinary measures and rules could contrive and guarantee.  The old blue laws were stringently enforced, and the penalty for infringement was usually a sharp one.  In the unpublished record of the city clerk we find, next to the item that records Elbert Harring’s application for a land-grant, a note to the effect that a “Publick Whipper” had been appointed on the same day, at five pounds quarterly.