Morning journal and courier., 1883-11-14
NEW RAVENS ELMS AND GREEN. Descriptions, Historical Items and An. ecdOtes of Persons and Things Con-
 Heeted Herewith.
BY HENRY HOWE. Copyrighted 1883 by Henry Howe.l TIN TWENTY FIVE CHAPTERs-CHAPTER XII l

Culttvating Children and CuItivAting Trses-The Reauty of Leaves-MixfnE Of Films and Maples-Tne Maple a Street Tree-The Films e West Haven Am Old Time Red Painted Country HOuse-Elm Planting of Newton Ste- veDs and His Red Palace of Industry Old Sunset.
 Nothing pays like cultivating children, ? once said to us @ humble minister of little Wesleyan Methodist church that stood at the north end of Grove street, who on salary of $500 per annum was trying ''to put" 8 son through Yale college. In his case it was
 both theological and financial success, for
 the son followed the profession of his fath-
 CT and received at the time of his decease
 salary of $1O,0Oo per snnum. This WAS
 enough to keep the wolf from the door.
 But neither there nor over the door of his
 church wgs there 8 wooden sign, as there was over the door of the church of his fath- CT, on which were painted in black letters on
 white ground the words ''The poor have
 the Gospel preached unto them"
 The financial outcome of the two men was different: but 1t arose from the character of the places they were t'pat" through. 1he father graduated common sailor in a Brit 15Q maD-oI-WAr, J0S son at an Amerlcan uni versity. It is, however, but just to say that
 the father accomplished 8 great work. Self educated he mastered several languages, and
 became the author of world-improving
 book. But feeling withal keenly the loss of early training, hs was constrained to say,
 t'Nothing pays like cultivating children"
 Sometimes sed outcome follows the at
 tempt to cultivate children. Not so with cultiveting trees No heart breaks there. good tree pays all the way through. Every
 new born leaf is created to gladden. your eyes. It will glisten with tho morning dew, and the whole day through throw you kisses
 of sunlight as 1t is gently stirred by the
 winds. It is to know 70 winter. Its whole life long is but as dance and joy, a thing
 for pleasure only. And when it's summer
 holiday existence is about to draw to a close
 one of those invisible angel spirits that watch
 over and protect every beautiful thing loves
 to select some serene autumnel morn, when
 the air is sll balm and the landscape all beau
 ty, and tenderly part it from its parent stem,
 and then gently wait it from side to side and
 slowly descending, at last lays it softly on the
 bosom of mother earth, it's final grave. She
 claims all man and leaf, it is all the same.
 We are but as the leaves- The snowhakes at last cover us alike. And who we are and
 what we are we know but little more than the
 leaves.
 Leaves have the power Of making their
 
 beauty has Tender and delicate as it may
 be, it is SD strong as to draw him over stone
 walls and through fire and flood, and there is
 no end to her power. The beauty of trees
 has conquered our citizens and it is pleasant
 to see how widely they have planted trees.
 Whole streets are growing into magnifcsnce of verdure, but the introduction of naples
 with the elms, wherever it has been done, we think is mistake. Very beautiful often is
 the maple when standing by itself in an open field where it has developed naturally, away from the looping saw of the tree butcher. On a street the maple allows no
 over-arching vista like that which is the great charm of Temple street. Beside, when mixed in with elms, it is eye-confusing, and when one thus sees it on a street tempts him to cry out in anguish, ''Oh, what a pity
 Such lost opportunity" The maple branch es low down, is often stiff, regular, like hay cock set upon pole, and by it's dense foil- age englooms the houses and prevents the
 circulation of air, shuts out entirely the blessing, health giving sunlight and the sight of the sky-sailing, glory-tinted clouds. In 8 damp spell climb up in the depths of it's l leaves and you will find the air there musty and unHholesome, 8 place for eobwebs and
 odlous insects A frisnd thinks it helps to produce malaria and rheumatism However,
 there is some compensation when Jack Frost gets his October job and comes along some sharp, clear night with his paint bucket and l brush and colors it's leaves with those superb
 beauty touches. Then 1t is that they blush and die-what g sweet death--depart in a sort of glory hallelujsh!
 West Haven, that sits 50 calmly by the | blue waters, rejoices in her Ieafy aisles. Not only have our own citizens largely planted 1 elms and lived to enjoy them, but we have | induced this our neiRhbor to do the same and
 name one of her streets Elm We have a sort of fancy for an old style red-painted | to the days of the simple, homely lives of our fathers The first house ss you enter
 that quist, restful village from the west is a red house which has stood there 145 years, or since 1738. A sudden turn of the road
 and there it is before you. a large, expanded, blushing affair set we'll back on a grassy, emerald like plateau, broken in places by tu l lip beds, rose bushes and other towering plants. It stands facing broad, noble ave l nue adorned with elms and called Elm street, and the last elm on the west they call s'the Sunset tree" From the car window on your 1 way coming from the west you may toss a
 biscuit under it's shadow below you at point
 where the railroad rests on a high bank and 1 the cars go curving, whisking around in the l rear of tho old homestead. In that house
 lived Newton Stevens, and he memorialized l his twenty-first birthday, which happened in 1 the year 1905, for he was an early born man. 1 by setting out those elms. He lived more than 6l1ty years after It ana those eImS were 1 under his eyes to bless every moment. That old red house under which he first opened his eyes WAS for decades a home of virtue
 and palace of industry. In a red wing
 that has of late years been moved away to
 blush on another spot hard by, MT. Stevens
 made hosts of shoes. At one time he had as
 many as thirteen apprentices whom he kept
 steadily begging away" working and living 1 there. Beside, he had a numerous progeny
 of little Stevenses. Twelve came to him un. der that roof, ten of whom year since were
 living. all then over forty years of age, thus
 lasting longer than his shoes, notwithstand
 ing they were Of the best sort of workman. i ship. Interview the old elms and they will tell you all about it; what grand times in the