Ephemeral New York, via my occasional home, BHB, investigates the origins of Love Lane. Sure, the quiet street just off Montague may once have been the site of furious romance, a pawed bodice, etc., and, more recently, Björk, but I prefer to remember its darker history.
For example, 1872:
John Van Syckel was charged and tried for poisoning his wife. The Times called him a "rough, worthless character" and noted that, as she lay dying, Mrs. Van Syckel wrote her husband out of her will, "leaving Mr. Van Syckel without a penny."
Six months after Mrs. Van Syckel's death, the trial came to an end:
After which, Mr. Van Syckel, reported The Times, "locked in his counsel's arm, walked out of the court-room a free man."