Morning herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1837-1840, 1838-07-24
Bridgeport. Connecticut.

Beautiful Bridgeport! would we were within one Or
ny peaceful domciles at this present writing. Blu,
man was made 10 mourn" and therefore we are
My fulfilling destiny when we mourn our nabl-
bask in the light of those bright yes with which
Bridgeport abounds. We Rave many fair friends and
mere fair readers in bridgeport and therefore we
eadily find "ample room and verge enough" to in
ert the following rhyming account of some of them.
he writer does not make the smoothest metre we
yer met with but the portraits are so true 10 nature
hat oil who have been at Bridgeport will readily re-
sgnize the originals.
Come Bennett, listen 10 a song,
For a story will prolorg.
OF Bridge port desire TO tel,
What grace and beauty here doth dwell
rnleaa thee long the sparkling Brooks.
Beware. fer here n any obs
Thrown in for fish like you l.
Which. Il once caught, are ssre 10 lie
Upon the bosom 81 this brock,
(Aaa oh! how horribly we'd lsokD
All drenchd and drowa'd for one snail bite
We took 10 queii our appetite.
see yeu're likely tn escape,
Irever knew you In scrspe!
But come With me little space,
And see the beauties Of the place,
Be careful Ter II here your. hook'a.
As sure as fish, you will get cookd;
Tumbled, ana Turn d. and tossd about
BY natives searching Tor your heart;
rhs, ~ throw away The Other psrt)
But Frenchmes smet mea ROB tie nex
They ros indeed but for the h.h
Thai TO he devil ,hey were sent.
There TO receive their punishment;
Turn back while here's mother scene
Tn oush cupo's grove cone let stray.
Aad reach the another way
3b,erve The fruit the lowry stognd.
Mere comes . noble one that's fair
a. kvci behed h,i nen-her air
Majestic AZ the queen Of love;
rte wrh what grace and ease she nsves.
Hhr walk, her ieek. her dow ing hair
Who'd not be caught In suck snare?
Her hsHds pure. her heart Is warm,
For scorids she world nut do thee Laral
Wen, eave her ~ her happy days.
Let other poeuspeah her praise.
Across the bridge row let us strol,-
"Tb made OF wood-how very dioll
OF stone With you, we knew there made
And in cement are strongly laid
But here like those made OF Hood.
10 town ril show you sosle that's sieoa
Unshskes midst The h,wllng roar
Ot wsiery fods. And row they s,aad
The beauties OF our fairy land.
Here cones one Of Sierii-s mould,
She TOO y wsr,h her We, b, IN gsIdi
Isl-ve and beauty oil combined.
Bel old her str dc along the green,
Her sparkling ewes. hrr flowing hair
rm sure she would hing snsnsre.
Come. let Us leave this fury gr5u,d,
And wend our way towards the town!
Turn 10 your RIG vi. lets climb the ridge,
Perchance w-'h Gross fair WsodbriSsss
One sinful one is,o ,he lake
You are plungd, where, with AL yourwis
You'll not escape the boomess pit
,Tisuis We call our golden grousd;
BEHOLD the view, the prospect round;
There shcpberdess gudss her nock
or labs that skip from rock 10 rock
In plyytul mood. Just mind the way
They search fw fbwers the iveIong day,
The seeds Of intellect they SOW
On fruitful soil, where love will grow.
My story u do ne, you've listened we'll
~ Bridgss AMI Br,oks' no more W tell.
NV next shall he Of to~ n and of Bo-osgAs
How plsnt and we SOW deep rarrowa
nae Bennett and see town aud % bells.
And never more ash where happiness dwelt