The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-09-14

I generate days, WlLn Lnelr unSlSntiy modes and tences-see poem of our gift
 ed and lamented townswoman, Eliza
 beth G. Barber, the sweet singer of New Haven.
 Then the maidens of New England,
 those merry girls of ours,
 l Who bloom within the homesteads, its loved and cherished flowers;
 Say where are eyes that's brighter or 1 cheeks of lovelier hue,
 Than are found in dear New England
 among its hills so blue;
 And who's a nobler birthright than she so proudly bears
 The honored wife, the mother, the daughter of the free"
 | fear this idyl to New England is lost, as it is not among her published poems, and that injustice is done the
 poetess, as this verse is recalled from memory.
 The names of E. G. Barber and N. P.
 Willis should be remembered with ben- ison by the New Haven folk, as they
 have done so much to embalm the town with poetical sweetness.
 The colonial girls were famous for their red cheeks, ''the Aurora Blush,' or Blush of Morn, said to be caused by
 their habit of going to bed with the
 chickens and arising before daylight to feed and stir up the hens to business so
 the family would have fresh eggs for
 breakfast. The hen that .elucked first
 (the sign of a new laid egg) was the prize hen.
 Boddie hunt ye egg for Daddie's noggin, Dinna ye mind the cocks mate cluckin. ''
 "Would'st thou wed thy cheek with | roses,
 Tdie thee to bed e'er the suns eye closes.
 Would'st thy eye be bright as the stars is,
 Open them wide e'er the suns bright 1 stare is.''
 | One afternoon our heroine started to pick berries, and being advised by her mother to take the, trusted dog Rover,
 to keep away the vernin (meaning h. Hans, bear, wolves, etc.) that might be lurking around the outskirts. Eo with a merry eGood fair ye sweet mother" basket and Rover she left her homes threshold, never to, be seen or
 heardsof by the colony; she vanished,
 as it were, into air. like the Phantom ship. M
 Does the picture on this stone, give a cue to the mystery? ... Not returning at nightfall, the settle l ment was aroused, and in the morning the men, women, boys and girls to the number of thousand took hold of
 hands and swept the forest for several days. 7" A .;'s.
 The rivers were drawn with nets and
 hooks, and at last all hope was given up; no idea could be formed as to her fate.
 The only trace, if trace it was, were l the tracks of a dog and what seemed l the track of a moccasin ill the sandy l shore at a spring known in the days gone by as the ''Dewberry girls spring." sS 's%A' Er-. -tes ~+ ,.,. Now and for the last fifty years, like most of our places of interest that had names associated with colonial history, changed to the untraditional name of Cold spring. This tradition Is now for gotten exctpt by a few of the old folks, but in the early years of the last ceatu- " this great mystery hung over that section of the town deep and dark, with many a grave suspicion that she had been kidnapped by proving Indians. l The boys and girls in their berry and 3nutting excursions were sure to have a big boy with a gum around whom they closely gathered; for always an uncan- | o,oI voices lost the merry sing of youth as ] they approached with bated breath the Dewbury spring, feeling sure that if the trees and spring could. only talk it would tell them of the sad, sad fate of l the lost and wept Pride of the Colony" l Time passed on, and the family, una ble to bear the sight of the sunny faced l mount and dark forest which held the secret of their lost treasure, went back l to Mother England, and in time ''their empty hearts slept with their fathers. ," l Some fifty years had passed and all 1 forgotten, when a wonderer from far away reported to the colony that a fam I fly of Indians very light in color were l living in the hill, country of the Housa- tonic They claimed that their mother was stolen from the great bitter (salt) water wigwai1ls. Whether this was our ! lost wept or some other unfortunate, the secret is sealed within the grave of the past This, we do know, that the great grandmother of one of Connecti- cuts governors, who was strongly l marked Indian, was stolen from one of the early eastern settlements Her de- scendants are living to this day.. What has been may be, and
 | 'In the hereafter angels may Roll the stone from it's grave away" The stone found at the spring seems to be of ancient meteoric origin, as it is thickly oxydized. On the shell is plain ly the track of moccasin and on the moccasin is visible number of faces, viz, an old woman, a man, young girl an Indian, dog and a bear. Ira dition connect all these characters with the lost girl, which makes it one of the most remarkable stones in existence. T canna say how the truth may be; I tongue the tale as twas tongued to me-" 5r.s ., .s
 Copies of the stone can be obtained at Rogers. photographer, ~ 7S7 Chapel street, and although the faces are not as distinct as when the stone was first taken from the water, still they are quite discernible, and make a very in-, teresting puzzle to the curious.
 And now arises the question did the spirit of the lost girl, after lowering