Morning journal and courier., 1894-04-11
Court N0fas.

port commencing on the third Tuesday of this month: John B. Ray vs. George A. Is- bell, Edward R. Clyms vs. William Ksn- nedy, ct sls., Charles A. Kane vs John Bracken, state of Connecticut vs. James A. Stevens, Timothy Gilbert vs. the Alfred Walker company, Mary E. Gregory vs. Frank Lee.
 The suit brought by H. 8. Gulliver, @ former teacher in the high school to recov- $125 rent from Julia Fowler, was on trial be. fore Judge Hotchkiss and jury in the common pleas court yesterday and ia still unfinished. ~ NOTES ABOUT OLD NkW HAVEN. An Exceedingly Interesting Paper
 Read by Thomas H. Trowbridee at
 the Centennial Anniversary of the
 Chamber of Commerce..
 In the pigeon hole of some old drawer or bureau we will play, as the children cay, that we have found an old, time- worn newspaper. There is much matter for re aection in its quaint, queer, little pages; great changes have taken place since that little dipgy sheet came damp from the hands of the printers-chsnges that Its editor scarcely conceived of. He knew nothing of steamboats and trips across the Atlantic in ten or twelve days-nothing of railroads and the splendid accidents they get up for modern newspapers nothing of telegraphs or of California, or any of the big dodges of tho present age. He used to furnish the slow men sf his time with drowsy. .saddlebas style of news. and which he worked was hardly @ dietant re- lation of the kind that Hoe makes nova mere germ of the thing.
 Now sometimes, when gray-haired old men get together and talk over the past one older than the rest tells where the printing office stood when he was boy A lofty building now covers its site and the great-grandchildre of the old folks, who read the ancient papers, are now passing and requesting It's iron front
 The editor and his readers, the men who attended "vendues" and advertised glass, putty, dry goods and groceries, have long ed sign wa, the principal ornament of the street and who made the garments of the time according to the latest fashions from Paris, grew old like garment and went entirely out of the fashion and has long disappeared under his antiqusted tomb stone. Sunshine and frost have been busy above his grave and the winged head of an angel has been almost obliterated. The barber's shop where they used to meet when thres months news later from Eu- rope was prominent event in the year, went the way of all things and old Time, who likes flowing beard. cut him down one day, out the barber dowDl The West Indian merchants on Long Wharf, who had "salt afoat" and "St. Croix" and "Jamai- ca" rum in "store" and offered to pay cash for likely young shipping horses, died years ago. Bsrediet Arnold was one of the party. With the exception of Bsne- dict, we suppose there were fine lot of honorable merchants in those days who had nothing to do with pure spirits and all that kind of iniq oity; in fact, they could not havs had conveniently, for that bril- liant dodge was invented in 1Sl2, when liquor was so very high.
 We can imagine them how they have met in each other'sstores when a sail appeared off the hsrbor. how they may have spscu- lated on the character of the craft, whether it wasa West Indiaman coming home frap- rant with oranges, St. Croix or molasses, or ship long absent on a China voyage. They are seated at a back door and looking off toward the sound. One has a spy -glass There is smell of rosin. ship stores and tar about the old building, except
 
 through the doorway and makes a dupii. cate of the old paper we found in the bu- reau rustic in the hands of Benedict Arn- old. And so year after year the old mer- chants congregated on the wharf.
 Now there is new brightly painted ship tacking gallantly down the hsrbor and the merchants are assembled in the counting room of her owners, making merry over boiled ham and pilot bread and cold rum toddy, never thinking (bsnighted old fellows) that they are very wicked for doing so, but they had to pay for 1t all.
 Their ships grew old and foundered at sea or were condemned at home. The old ledgers and journals found their way into dusty garrets and now the juveniles of new generation rub the cob webs from their blackensd covers and convert them into ''scrap-books." And some bare footed loafer from "Povsrty.equsre" sets over On the wharf log, his feet dangling over the side, fishing for founders, re- gales himself on ''penny oaker." And 50 the world goes on.