Soon after the Civil War, reporter Oliver Dyer wrote that if all the bars, prostitution houses, and gambling dens of New York City ran along one street, it would stretch 48 kilometres. Each night on that street, he said, there would be a murder every kilometre, a robbery every 150 metres, six outcasts at every door, and eight preachers barking the Gospel. Dyer pronounced John Allen, one of the city’s bar keepers, as the “wickedest” of the city’s wicked.
A sudden change
A minister, having read the story, entered Allen’ bar on Water Street to witness to him. To his surprise, Allen, though not converted, was seized by pious pangs and offered to open his saloon to daily prayer meetings. Hundreds began flocking there. Newspapers puffed the story, and Allen…
