Morning journal and courier., 1891-08-27
eLrmpsEs OF NEW HAVEN

| How Fair Visitor rom New York
 state Was Impressed With the
 Beautiful City of Elms-Comparison
 With other Cities - How 1t Looks
 from East Rock-Eale-NewE England People and Their Heroic Deeds.
 Communicated
 Born and bred in region rich in his toric fame, and myself an ardent student l of historic facts from my earliest remem- brance, it is little wonder that cherished a fond desire to see that section upon which, from the claims of my ancestors, looked with something of the right of in- terest even as child gazes upon the childhood's home of it's parents and feels that it is in part it's own. My mind had seemed to feed and thrive upon the pie lures my imagination had drawn of busy New England's villages and more stately cities, with her manufactures, her con- merce, her educational advantages and her general prosperity. My childish fancy had pictured the Puritans as among the noblest, bravest and most faithful or men, and their descendants, who in few short years spread their line of civilization far out beyond the shore, and dotted the hills and valleys with signs of habitation and thrift, as fit representatives of such race And. from noticing that many of the leaders in all branches of science and art were either descended from New England parentage or had received their education from some of New England's many insti- tutions for learning, I gradually came to look upon them as the first people in the country.
 sions. as have since learned. If we were to make list of those names that stand high in their work, of the many grand and noble New England men and women, who wouId not hesitate to write the first, lest he should unconsciously shed lustre on one | who no more deserved it than another? It | ia natural for each of us to have a special | interest in some one profession which we have not for another, though 1t be just as I great: our tastes make that distinction, ana l While one might head the list with the | professor. possibly, another in turn might | choose to honor another sort of philan- thropy. So while admiring the celebrated l New England energy and spirit which characterizes all, I should hesitate to
 But did not intend to make myself a nrominent feature in this letter, and if l l have seemed to do 80 here let me retire, and relate no more what l thought to see,
 but what saw.
 We steamed out of the great bustling l city of Albany just as the first pearly | tints of morning light were brightening in the east Cor, rather, the west, as it seemed to me. for though I had been often in AL banv before I could not seem, after the l long nights ride, to get myself convinced that was not indeed upon the border of
 the land of wonder), and, crossing the majestic Hudson, our train wound grace fully through the suburbs of Eastern Al
 bany and soon entered narrow fertile
 valley, through which flowed small,
 picturesque river, which is, I be,
 lisve, tributary to the great Connecti,
 cut. The little stream, narrow though ii
 was, and flowing sometimes swiftly, some
 times sluggishly over it's rocky bed, anc
 winding in it's caprice back and forth un
 der the railroad track as if to present {
 formidable barrier to the inroads of prog
 ress and power, seemed, however, to bt ] the great necessary element of habltatlo1
 in the valley for, with it's confined agricul
 tural resources and it's close proximity tt
 the neighboring wooded mountains, lum
 bering and manufacture seemed almost thu
 only occupation. This last seemed carried
 on to great extent, for the number ol villages was amazingly large and at nearl,
 every one might be seen the friendly dan | which held the waters in reserve for tn | great mill wheels which monopolize them After leaving Springfield the stopping
 places grew larger, until it seemed that W
 were moving in the midst of large ant beautiful cities, those cities which hat ever held such interest to me, and who's
 beauty and educational advantages hay , made them famous long ago. But none o , these seemed in any way to eclipse thu stately, seaport City of Films, which wa
 my final destination. Was it because contained those who were dear to me, be | cause love, that bright, shining star of tn 7 universe, awaited me there, where hereto l fore had been among strangers, that tn place seemed beautifuls hope may i
 justice answer, "not entirely so," witE 8 out detracting anything from the power c ] love.
 3 The first thing that attracted my notic J after leaving the great depot, was tn
 cleanliness of the city. It might seer : strange at first that the visitor who ha
 ridden through the city by rail should nc , tice this before he did the long rows c stately elms which form it's principal fea I ture, but to one familiar with the crowd
 ed, dirty streets of some of our cities fa1
 ther west, and who had come in dusty an
 tired from long ride, and felt the frs
 invigorating breeze from the cool water l of the Sound; on realizing the refresh
 ing change, one would invariably loo
 around to see what caused it. The frs !, thing that greets the gaze is the smooth U clean pavements, where wide, well-keI K streets are shaded beneath broad-spreadin |, branches of the grand old trees; tree 2 planted years and years ago, by lovin I hands now mouldering in the dust. All the people of New Haven think they lov
 their city, yet what is their love compare
 to the fond affection of those who founde f it, who first made their homes in ths
 wild section, braved it's privations an
 dangers and met it's trialswith never endin : patience and hopes Oh, stately, nobl elms, if man could but understand th
 story your rustling leaves whisper, if yo
 could speak and tell what you have seen !, of the hand that planted you, and th ambitions of the heart that prompted it. y of the little band gathered on the no g beautiful green who took the Bible alon @ for a guide-of their endurance in th t strong hope of founding city there-e + their perseverance and their final triumph
 And you, old elms, were the first gres
 step toward beautifying the city the hoped to found; you was the child the nourished and loved-their pride, thei g hope-and to-day their monument of las @ ! Ing RlOTy! uuu6TSGOOu Wuli6 GIt v there was some talk of cutting dow 7 some of those grand old trees b' 8 cause they intersected the sidewall - People of New Haven, tear dow
 the stones, if you will, that mar
 the grsyes of your departed ancestors, br
 in memory of what you owe to them, spar a the trees their own hands set. Let [ ;: press our modern pride within 8 smalle a compass if necessary, and leave the ol
 landmarks which link us with the past.
 These trees, with their cool, refreshin
 shade, are probably the most essential { sl we'll ss beautifying feature of the city - comfort. Standing on the top of Fla! 's rock I looked off over the great mass b . heath me, where, skillfully blended lik e flowers in bouquet, that vivid green a, 70 peared midst the houses in every direction
 New Haven has not, or at least think st l. has not, any of those crowded, dirty ten }, ment houses which we find in some lare
 cities, but If she had, her friendly elm g would cast their shadows over them an
 hide them from sight.
 l. Of the wealth and magnifcence whic k. abounds within her limits I feel myse
 incapable to speak. My memory retain D. glimpses of stately and elegant building
 masterpieces of architecture, many of thel
 half shrouded in the graceful ivy whic c drapes their sides. Here nature has COT "a descended to unite herself with the worl