Morning journal and courier., 1885-05-12

oi meeting MT Weos1er py apPolntnent ara
 alone at the Astor House. As his huge black
 eyes looked into ours we keenly felt our ad-
 vantage we saw the most. Biographers of
 ten strangely neglect to chronicle even i'm
 portant events in the lives of their subjects.
 This is not an exception. MT. Webster saw
 usl Apropos comes in the aneedote we
 heard in youth As two chimney sweepers
 in the reign of the Georges met in the streets
 of London one, all agog with pleasureable
 excitement, says: '3Ive just met the king
 and he spoke to me-" 'SWhat did he sayl'
 inquired the other, envious at his good for
 tune. "Why," rsjoined the first, "he yelled,
 Get out of my way, you little black rascal"
 The most recent event of note under that
 flagstaff was the delivery of the oration of
 Leonard Bacon on July 5, 1879 the hundredth
 anniversary of the invasion of New Haven.
 It was so charmingly picturesque that it
 brought the scenes of that great event in our history vividly to the vision of every listener
 He depicted them to it's close, when the in
 vaders, panic stricken at the gathering of the people from the country around and their evident determination to close in upon them
 hastily fled from the city, their officers being
 seen to drive their drunken relocated sol
 diers across the Green and over the very
 ground upon which they were then standing. Soon after the great orator and divine whose life had so largely been given to ministering to the spirit of patriotism, passed away. He sleeps in wonder cemetery with the noble
 dead and his works they do follow him. We can but rejoice that such men have lived among us, have guided us by their counsel and ennobled us by their presence.
 The flagstaff has vanished. Go into the rooms of the Historical society and MT. Sherman, the curator, will show you sec tion of it. It is one of the many captures of Thomas R. Trowbridge, jr., it's secretary, who is untiring in hunting up and collecting relics for the public benefit and for the ben eft of the eyes of coming generations that yet have never opened anywhere, never blinked Tn any summers sun nor dropped tears under the chilling, biting winds of surely winter.
 Though the flagstaff has vanished the Green remains beautiful and greatly beloved spot. Stanu on some fine summer morning near the Insurance building and three grand ele- ments form the picture. 1. A broad level lawn turted in living green, stretches away for nearly a thousand feet Not an object
 restful to look upon. 2. This lawn is walled
 in on it's four sides by our ever graceful, ever
 glorious elms. Their waving shadows dance
 over the greensward, their
 tops uplift the skies, 3. Over
 all stretches the ever beautiful blue
 Gods eternal curtain that he encloses around
 our earthly ball as it whirls through i'm
 mensity. Clouds of snowy white fit over the lawn, while the lawn itself is an ever
 moving panorama of humanity. More to
 the common observer than the sublime thun-
 ders of Niagara or the snowclads peaks of
 the sky-piercing Himalayas is to the reflect
 ing mind that single scene of simple grand
 eur, for it takes in the generations that for
 more than two hundred years have in turn
 passed over that area and then vanished for
 ever.
 People sometimes fancy what they would
 do if they were worth million. And the
 poorer the man the greater often the things
 he fancies he would do if he were suddenly to fall into the possession of great fortune. In
 most cases such would be like so many chiI-
 dren in powder magazine playing with
 matches. First few snaps followed by
 some little blazes accompanied by 8 brim
 stone odor and folly generally, then sudden
 disappearance of the entire tableau in one
 grand explosion. Good sense, good morals,
 with experience only can give wise use of
 power in any form
 It is the amusement of poor men to indulge
 in day dreams of sudden fortune and what
 they would do with it. If any such
 who may read this should come to it's
 realization and should wish to erect a
 monument that will carry their named wn the stream of time, and also ever inculcate the sentiments of patriotism, we will tell them here in advance what to do and the interest of a moderate legacy will meet all the expense Erect a new flagstaff on the Green; good place would be in the center, near the north end. Place upon it the banner of Ebert ies with directions to keep it ever unfurled when this would be the one city of our Union that had the proud distinction of never low ering the American flag. Then like the eternal pin of the Parsees on their sacred altar, so that flag the beautiful banner of our country would always float over that spot for the benefit of coming generations, whose eyes are not yet opened any where, but are certain eventually to do so, to blink in
 the summers sun and shed tears under the rh uyiTE of into HENRY HowE. Custer as ROrseman.
 From Boots and Saddles by General Custer's Widow.l
 never tired of watching the start for the | hunt. The general was figure that would 1 have fixed attention anywhere. He had
 marked individuality in appearance and a certain unstudied carelessness in the wear l ing of his costume that gave picturesque effect, not the least out of place the iron | tier He wore troop-boots reaching to his l knees, buckskin brooches fringed the sides, dark navy blue shirt with a broad 1 collar, 8 red necktie, whose ends foated over | his shoulder exactly as they did when he 1 and his entire division of cavalry had worn 1 them during the war. On the broad felt hat 1 that was almost sombrero, was fastened a | slight mark of his rank. He was at this
 
 and was nearly six feet in height. His eyes were clear blue and deeply sci, his hair short, wavy and golden in tint. His mustache was l long and tawny in color; his complexion was 1 forid, except where his forehead was shaded | by his hat, for the sun always burned his skin ruthlessly. He was the most agile, act i've man I ever knew, so very strong and in such perfect physical condition that he rare ly knew even of hours indisposition.' Horse and man seemed one when the gen eral vaulted into the saddle. His body was so lightly poised and so full of swinging, un- dulating motion it almost seemed that the wind moved him as it blew over the plains. Yet every nerve was alert and like finely tempered steel, for the muscles and snews that seemed so pliable were equal to the curbing of the most fiery animal 1 do not think that he sat on his horse with more | grace than the other officers, for they rode | superbly, but it was accounted by others al l most an impossibility to dislodge the general | from the saddle, no matter how vicious the horse might prove. He threw his feet out of the stirrups the moment the animal began 1 to show his inclination for war, and with his knees dug into the sides of the plunging brute he fought and always conquered. With 1 his own horses he needed neither spur nor | whip. They were such friends of his and l his voice seemed attuned to their natures l they knew as we'll by it's infections as by | the slight pressure of the bridle on their
 
 nation on the generals part they either sped
 on the wings of the wind or adapted their I spirited steps to the slow movement of the march It was delight to see them togeth- CT, they were so in unison, and when he | talked to them, as though they had been
 human beings, their intelligent eyes seemed to reply.
 As an example of his horsemanship, he ] had way of escaping from the stagnation
 of the dull march, when it was not danger ous to do so, by riding short distance in advance of the column over divide, throw ing himself on one side of the horse, so as to be entirely out of sight from the other direc- ton, giving signal that the animal under stood, and tearing off at the best speed that could be made. The horse entered into the frolic with all the zest of his master, and after the race the animals beautiful distend- ed nostriIs glowed blood red as he tossed his head and danced with delight. In hunting, the general rode either Vic or Dandy. The dogs were so fond of the latter, they seemed to have little talks with thsm. The generals favorite dog, Butcher, would leap up to him in the saddle and jump fairly over the horse in starting. The spirited horses, mounted by officers who sat them so well the sound of the horn used for the purpose of calling II. R..