Morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven [Conn.]) 1848-1894, 1893-05-08
gumrmaI aud Courier,
THE MONTICELLO CLUE SONG.

The Oldest Daily Paper Put
lished in Connecticut.
THE MONTICELLO CLUE SONG.
New Haven has never had anything LII
the Monticello club. 1t sprang into bein
to "mee. long felt want" and 1t has III
questionably met it. It is chuck full {
vitality and Democracy, and they do sa
that on festive occasions II gets chuck fu
of Democracy's chief inspirer and balm
Its ideas of equality and the rights c
Democratic man are all that could be d.
sired. In its parlors all who can say q
am Monticello club Democrat" stand o
an equal footing. Nobody puts on airi
and the pervsding spirit is one G
generosity and friendly loyalty.
is not wonderful that out of such
soil spring fine flowers of sentiment, ors
tory and poesy. Who has not notice
and admired theml: One of the fines
flowers of Monticello club poesy has bee
sent to us with the intimstioR that W
should be derelict in duty If we did no
share its beauty and fragrance with on
readers. We think 30 too, and will there
fore proceed to share. The poem has a
its head ''Ducit Amor Patrin," which d
thoroughly indicative of it's classic charac
ter, and also furnishes a clue to the au
thor, who is said to be gentleman who ha
been connected with Yale university, eithei
personally or ancestorlally, ever since hil
great grandfather. His poem is full o.
feeling, dellcacy, good taste, felicity of ex
preston, and true regard for poeticsl
form. Here is the first verse:
New Haven dear, and did you hear
The news that's going roundf
With Monticeilo Democrats
True harmony is found.
me ais Slaetsy tne eSas is Uqt %ithp
Our governing board is all made up
Each man is In his place.
Mark the idiom in the first line. A poet
that can make the connection between
''Ducit Amor Patrie," Ireland and the
United States in that way deserves all the
praise that can and will be given him. The
second and third verses celebrate some of
the heroes of Democracy with almost as
much fire and skill as Homer showed in
giving list of the Grecian ships. Read
them:
We've the Corporation Counsel
@. 7. Driscoll is his name.
poor boy" in his early youth
But he gets there lust the same.
We've Road Commissioner Sullivan.
And Terrence Kelly too,
And Probate Clerk Tim Callahan
And genial Frank McHugh.
Ffeetwood, Fox and Cunningham,
These men well known In town,
Governors Morris and Ingersoll
Are men you cannot down,
We've solid men like Robertson
And City Auditor Lake,
Captain Dunn, who carried a gun,
And Doyle, the heavy weight.
Here's poetry for you. How simple and
yet how Rrsphici As one reads it he can
see the pictures that are made and that are
by no means turned toward the wall But
the noble poem rises to its height in the
sixth verse, in the construction of which
the poet seems to have been inspired by
the true and ardent spirit of Democracy.
Vote as you drink and drink 1t straight
Is now the clnbs refrain.
Wen fight to finish rs Democrats should
And listen to John Spilaine.
The Monticello Democrats
Need not be cured by Keely
For our rum is pure and our whiskey's fine.
They're sampled by all freely.
Here We have, made clear by the poets
true insight, the secret of Dsmocracy's
strength and SUCCESS. Pure rum and fine
whiskey, without water, freely sampled,
inspire the Democrats to fight to a dnish.
And they want nothing to do with Keely.
They have no wish to lose the taste
for that which has made the Monticello
club what 1t Is, and which enables
them to everlastingly talk and fight. But
we must hasten on to the last verse, which
ftly brings to an end poem which will,
we predict, after having inspired and up
lifted the present generation and perhaps
others. finally find az honored resting place
in the Historical Society's building, where
1t will help to perpetuate the fame of its
author and of the Monticello club. The
last verse has in it triumph, generous good
will and sweet content
Then raise your voices loud and long
And herald 1t far and near
That our club is the home for Democrats
And in it find good cheer.
At last we've found true harmony,
Our party paves the way,
The high, the low, the rich, the poor,
And all have equal say.
A home In which are found good cheer,
true harmony and equal say" doesn't
leave much to bs desired. Robert Burns
didn't draw a moro pleasing picture in
"rhe Cottsr's Saturday Night" And we
can truthfully add that Burns nsver wrote
such a poem as this Monticello Club
Song" with those golden words, ''Ducit
Amor Patrie," under the title We hope
its distinguished author will not be go
modest that he will not openly accept the
credit and the praise which are his due.
And as for Nourishing Mother Yale, she is
entitled to add another feather to her
plume on account of this latest conspIcu-
ous flower of her training.