The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1873-12-30

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joined with great enthusiasm, and the
adjourned to 10 Dec. 1878.
S. w. II.
From our Special Correspondent
incidents ofTravel.
A LOOK AT YALE CoLLEGE-1IINGs IN GEN.
ERAL AND PARTICULAR.
Mr.. Editor "A two weeks visit in
New Haven has placed me on friendly
footing with everybody, and has benefit.
ted me in several other ways have
never been SO well treated in my life, aud
| confess rather like it | wouldn't have
Jared so well if hadn't let on that was
newspaper correspondent. | lied some,
| guess, but 1t is all owing to my writing
to the papers, which has developed my
talent for telling stories to an amazing ex-
tent. But | digress | was about to write
Of matters Of interest other than myself.
The day after my arrival in New Ha-
ven | went out and looked up friend, a
disciple Of Blackstone, in this classical
city, who gladly availed himself Of the
opportunity to show off so distinguished
gentleman (?) through the place, and
gaily we started to see what was worth
seeing about the town.
You may have heard of New Haven
the connecting link between New York
and Boston, and it is only necessary for
me to add that it is a quiet, lovely city
Of forty or fifty thousand population.
Yale college is located here, but you
needn't 20 to running down :he place on
that account. 1t cant be helped. The
college buildings are several in number, in
group, more seeming to belong to the
quiet days Of half century ago than to
the present busy, hurrying tines But
they don't. | was assured that they be.
longcd to the college property. Each
building is worth small tortune-super.
lativcly small, in fact. They stand fac.
ing beautifully shaded green, and sew
eral of them look as il they were nearly
stared out Of countenance but it is a
pleasure to add that the old buildings are
being replaced by new ones, and soon will
present more pleasing aspect to the eye
Passing into the library 1 found my.
self in an apartment containing $4,000
volumes, and relics of antiquity, docu.
ments, paintings busts, and other things
too numerous to meltion AS | gazed on
its hallowed walls on which were hung
paintings OF distinguished statesmen and
eminent diviues, train OF though was
awakened in my mind which might do
honor to the most gifted and brilliant
statesman. But perhaps they wouldn't.
I'm not inclined to argue the matter.
Finally came to a pyramid shaped
concern with glass sides, containing coins
of all ages. There were some very nice
looking I. S. gold dollars in there, and
when my friend wasn't looking | tried to
get some Of them out to keep for memen-
toes, but a surely fellow without any re.
gard for my finer sensibliies came up
aud told me | hadn't better, so | left
them just as found them.
Alter exploring the library, we went
through the geological room. Rare Gu.
riositcs, shells aud ornaments surrounded
us on every side Of the grand old room.
At one extreme end what was my horror
and amazement TO find, enclosed by a
railing, the bones Of monstrous animal,
with the skeleton Of a man pinned to its
side with harpoon A card attached
read as follows: The champlain sea
serpent, killed in the waters Of Lake
Champlaiu, state Of New York, August
25th, 1873, by party led by Hiram
Green, of Whitehall, who was impaled in
the manner shown by harpoon, thrown
by the hands Of an excited comrade in the
ship"
This was the first inimatiou had re-
ceiyed of my old friend Green's quitting
this earthly sphere, and dropping into a
convenient chair gave way to burst OF
tears that welled up from my heart 10
grateful remembrance to man who had
tickled me so immensely by writing for
the funny papers, and who had so violent
ly and vslantly gone to his death while
aiding to rid the stricken people Of his
community of terrible and destructive
monster.
Somewhat relieved by plentiful show.
er of tears, which coursed themselves
down my cheeks like flood, summoned
courage TO 90 to my hotel and write q
letter of coincidence TO the widow of my
old friend, Offering my sympathy in heI
bereavement. Judge Of my surprise. q
few days later. on receiving furious let
ter from the irate Hiram himself, saying
that the whole story was base iabrica'
ton; aud that if | wrote any more letters
to his wife, the holy bonds of friendship
heretofore existing between us should be
broken at the point of swords in deadly
strife. Il suppose the old fool thinks
would ight with him.
Then for the first time realized how
terribly my feelings had been lacerated
and for nought. The wretch was still
alive, and my tears were shed in vain.
was almost ready to below again will
disappointment How true as some poetry
builder has remarked,
"Of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest Of all are these;
1T might have been