Morning journal and courier., 1890-03-20
And town and country and states were pent
 With fnceeBAnt din and rattle.

 BOmssTdinss snd bsstsIiss snd thnndssins crash, Till the world was nllsd with wonder.
 ~ CXL a And what could have mnder'd and rent our states But the lust of greed and t. brooding hates, v.,s Gsssas E sa,t :Is!.is gs oo%n4s%;s; TnS,sss;S; wh;; E: R::sss Rs:s:ssss ds
 CxLL And the trosps came in from village and town, Erom ssEiy nor morn I till tn ths gun a1,s vent % down Whils out in tho mud and the mist and damp, To the fifer's shrill note they muster.
 CXLII commands q they dress the ranks, r,,. And the drums low roll is mnttered; o'e. the troddsn esrtS and the matted srass. And gaze et the glistening and martial mass.
 CXLIu. Then filing along to tho line of cars, Their glesming muskets speak loud of wars, And hearts arc rent asunder; Tho holiday time of the solaiering done The dusty march meath burning io s san: suo' And then the csnnon's loud thunder.
 CXLIv These are the ssenes which a memory clears Are fixed in my recollection; A craving to see the victorious dawn And the enemy's grim dejection.
 CXLv saw him stand in the burning sun With his hand on the saddle resting; ss soSs aS GY s 51as .na Easily curbing his horse to a stand Its mettle quietly testing.
 CxLvI And little thought that slender form. kIVo avHAu And less tho't him hero; bue as years went by and war went on And Ssors tho Sanr had Sa Seen And the country's hopes were at Zero.
 CxLvH Ills knowledge by patient study wrought, Ss At ,a,s Aad E ns tsa assds ss were were herodG vsry; oommandins nm n ing i noSly % ss l.ure1s l11sese xere won; And this was New Haven's Terry.
 CxLvIH The pages of fame to heroes belong, Their martial deeds will live in song, Ss h."s Ssss their honors we'll. Ot them the pages will ever tell; On dishonored graves will tarry.
 CXLIx And And my recollection again is frought With many scene and many thought To the vanished time belonging; Old Milly, whose halleluliah cry Rang loud and sharp as she shuffled by, Larfs e1 urcbns R and round Gf aes
 CL High of hip her eturdy form ~ With gait somewhat peculiar; ,tn xnd hsl lfsugs you could hsar ;9 oss s,y day as: Ter And impressive with Madge or Julia.
 GIL notable figure about the street, And one that often used to meet, Was the rector in charge of Trinity; With countenance calm, serene and mild, And viGbly, saintly and undsfled, The tincture 's; Of F tIus H sei divinity. i'' Had . shoasssial iooS .ish : sss:yy brow Rich in the logic of ancient love, A trenehAnt historical sword he bore, And 1t flashed on opponents more and more And cut with keen activity.
 CLuI Now Haysn's clergy of earlier date, Names that have parsed to another state, clesvsi.nd and ES:tis and crosSy and Strong Who swsl wIsS the ran.oaes ran o % conntless throns, Where all accounts are adjusted.
 CLIv With It's splendid rows of elms between, The intellectual hunger; wSs csSEs aua Transforning the old to the present new, With the scholarly Smyth and Munger.
 CLv These were notable men in my day, Men r,,f whoss nsTIss % have n;vs pssseS M SS away. Which seemed to float OCT the leafy town They .esma to dsaw sn 'n ins.ncs down They with tho saintly Taylor.
 CLvI But NsS Hays1 hss ps:;sd from its embryo Thro' seas and seas of culture; And society rings it's chime of bells. Ss oas Of M ome wells Has dispensed with agriculture.
 CLvH o! for tho oldtime we'll and sweep, With It's mossy stones 70 cool and deep, With the bucket rising and falling; A poetic fact that has passed away, For % tSs ppss have ,s usarpsd SDIs them tSsm all to-day With mon of another calling.
 CLvIH But culture and letters are with us still, And the ceaseless whir of their busy mill, Co hand in hand. and to-day the best Which the brain of man with it's keenest gest Is producing tomorrow may quietly rest, Worn out with utter simplicity.
 CLvIx Of fresh ideas and thoughts that grow To use what the earth produces; ls enlarging the scope of eethetic things While the Seser s hs isstnsf 1t nSss The old ideas and excuses.
 CLX Intellect! intellectl mighty power, Quick to utilize every hour, And E Er.sP s, t,s ths hidds. SS s. i1 9,n n.turs iiie % @ scroll i of W taowisdss I I % closely csrled. Can never behold what is in 1t unfurl'd, By college or legislature.
 CXLI But learning and law go hand In hand, For the one gives power to understand The checks and balances wanted; If one suggests, the other perfects, % Tine germ Is commonly planted.
 CLXH The tree Is there but the power to grow Is . mystery hidden from us to know, For since tho earth has been rolling With infinite molten around the sun. The wisest philosopher has not begun, They SaVs % never despsnsd their shoaling.
 CLxIH But ths is question too Ss;p for And this Is sii my T allotted task. The rest may be hidden behind mark, And something beyond my knowing.
 CLxIv But this is not what started to say, 
 And never arrive at It's ending; started to get on societys track, Ay A1d nSSs. xs dss. sss s.Sse And somehow need defending.
 CLxv Money breeds aristocretic hopes; To indulse @ is M in iu1ury,s breezy topes Is something we all desire to do, Ara Ssys S5S S9 nss are sim We like esthetic adornine.
 CLXvI It has seldom been absent from any lives, But few have loved 1t dearly; Nol rest from labor Is sometimes sweet, It is always true that the most discreet Are scarcely averse to resting their feet Or labor for pleasure merely. CLXvu When I'm sitting quietly in my room And the maid comes round with brush and broom .s.ssping , room @ ny s { D: :cslsn fine. u But si t is not ss always is M 50 W with mines ~ For water and dust are muddy.
 CLxvIH Esthetic thoughts and esthetic dreams, And luxury valued at what 1t seems, Are purely poetic dreaming; To those who have millions the case Is clear That nothing to them could be very dear, The dream is only the seeming,
 CLXLx But Quinnipiac, with her classic train Of learning and much progressive brain, The cumbrous accumulations of age And striving to put on the present stage OF wakeful vision another page, remove from possible bunder. CLXX "New Haven theologyl this to you, hardly know what it's leading us to,'' Said friend in some dejection; Why dc they tear up the old landmarks'