Morning journal and courier., 1890-12-03
A RELIC OF YALE ,a9

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Brought to Light Yesterday In Old
south Middle owing to the Recent
Fire-An Episode and Franks or
student Life at Yale Sixty-Onc Years
Ago.
About ten years ago a New Haven gem
tleman met on one of the Atlantic ocean
steamers prominent Yalensian, who said,
in the course of pleasant chat, wish
when you get back and have time some
day, you would look in the front middle
room, fourth story, north entry, of Old
South Middle college at Yale, between the
ceiling over the wood closet door. I there
placed in 1929 bundle of printed sheets
of "doggerel verse;" grind on tutor of
those days Whose name he gave). These
verses were recited by the composer, Pena,
Mexican (who was afterward expelled), in
the college chapel on a Wednesday after
noon.
Most of this class, for various reasons,
were expelled afterward, and our friend
and informant, who was one of them, says
his father always told him that he did
right in not telling tales of his colleagues.
When the fire broke out on Saturday
night in old South Middle it recalled to
mind to our townsmen the conversation
above alluded to, and with permission he
made investigation and search and found
the bundle, which had remained intact,
ttlo! sixty-one years." The verses number
thirty-two and are entitled 'Iong TOMS
Pilgrimage" and start off as follows:
Let others pirate about their bear and fiddle,
And break their short stiff tales off in the middle
Or overwhelm Don Juan with their song,
And think him great because his tails long.
Mine is the task a greater Chief to praise.
And send him headlong down to future days
t"Tazete inequis, - students all attend,
Long Tom sing, the pious blueskin's friend.
First his peculiar beauties will trace,
And note the wonders of his magic face
Around his brow his brIstly tresses fling,
The sable lustre Of the ravens wing
And from beneath, his eyes enkindIing blaze
Speaks of the hue that round his forehead plays
Red are his cheeks as the unfolding rose,
Vieing in colour with his sun-burnt nose!
And on his lips in scorn affected curled,
Hangs the iniqpity of half world:
And take him all in all, from sole to brain,
We ne'er shall look upon his like again.
Next shall my pen his pilgrimage pursue
And paint his actions in their native blue.
Yale's brick-bat walls and shingled steeples high
Their heads uplifting, Long Tom babe good bye.
To Athens went its falling towers to see,
free.
Constantinople next beheld his form,
Fierce as the heavens in thunder storm.
After describing the pilgrimage and ad-
ventures already of the subject of this
poetical effusion and his dramatic landing
at Long Wharf at night, and his return to
duty at Yale, the verses conclude:
Up, up, up he starts, and forth to prayer he HES
He gains the chapel but no prayers arise;
Then back he HES to hear his class recite,
In nil nOmn0SitV nor HuiU
The class that morn thought proper to adjourn,
so seag om at thought to
Across the room he strides and mounts his chair
Adjusts his coat and round him casts look,
Yawns rubs his nose a while, and takes his book
Then calls name-with unaffected grace
The youth replies, 'Sir Tom, I've lost the place.
He :sets; him down, and straightway calls an
other,
Thus he proceeds, until at length gets through,
And says reluctantly, "well that will do"
| Those who.were absent at last recitation
May bring excuses for my approbation;''
| What's your excuse? come on, sir, quickly tell'
Then turning round, he ask'd another quick,
| what's yours young manS'' "Why Tutor, wa
Did you this morning to your breakfast gos"
To save himself, the student answers "No."
| Then comes another, "What is all this stir
What are your reasonss" 1--WE been moving
sir"
Last night the bugs, faith could hear then
squeal;
And then this MORN the cracks had to seal.''
That's no excuse, it's impudent and bad,
| Such vile presumption really makes me mad;
| lis bad course; you'd better lost pound O..
| Than miss'd these Rotations I'll be bound
| You had e'er this, methnks, an admonition,
| Should you not mind, then look for dismission. -
| Such was LONG TON, the hero of my story,
| Peace to his conscience, and his deeds of glory.
STATE CORRESPONDING
| North Haven.
Dec. s-The funeral of Mrs. Eliza Human wa
| attended at st. Johns church this Afternoon
| Rev. Mr.. Lusk read the services. Mrs. Hinma
has many friends in the place and will be great
missed. She leaves three children, two sons an
one daughter.
Mrs. Charles Turner received q letter on Sa
urday saying that her daughter Katherine wa
sick at her place OF teaching in Tongalou, Miss.
Gardner Austin is ill, attended by Dr. Goot
| year.
Mr.. and Mrs. L. Green of Meriden Mr.. and Mr.
| L. G. Hoadley and Mr.. and Mrs. e. L. Liusley {
New Haven, spent Thanksgiving at Mr.. Merit
| Barnes
Election of officers takes place at the Congr,
gational Sunday school next Sabbath.
The monthly experience meeting of the Y. ]
| s. G. f. on Thursday evening Of this week.
w. c. 7. U. meeting at o'clock on Wednesda
| afternoon. full attendance is desired
Ladies' Benevolent society on Thursday afte
| noon.