The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-04-14

44kAlC sd-l N4AlA t-4@-A - a---Gf--f -e- @~~---C we had started. thought would take a 'tow-er' home by way of the North river, and fore I could get funds tit costs grists of money to travel with ycur own team Turkey Jones grabbed me-
 You can't vote. Mr. P, all the same"
 '.Mr. P. don't want to vote; t Mr. ?. wanted to vote he would vote and be Gsrred. My father fit the Britishers and I'll fight all Hamden Lighthouse Iiater.opers single handed or bunched tooth and nail rather than be robbed cf my birthright Banished from the polls. deprived of my freeman rights, and for what? Yes. gents, Mir. P. asks for what. Because I was 'cru-ris enough to pace wild colt thar the Ri- ble fellow Jehu couldn't sawed down with a double chained bit. Fn ring tailed ripter am. and don't forget 1t, for there is fight in the old dog yet
 MT. P.'s grandiloquence was like the brook (keDt running). so he stumped the green sor the rest of voting day, making great fun. Those were the days when everybody knew each other, and everybody was everybody's cousin or akin.
 Did Trafalgar square ever have an as- tension night. where great mixed multitude, washed and unwashed. sprinkled and dipped, assembled in full paint and feather, robed and night capped, their lanterns trimmed and burning, ready for a grand sky-rocket ascension. There was in that shouting, singing, praying crowd men who in af- ter years became prominent in business, one of whom sat in the hall of congress, while ringing out loud above the others was heard the well-knewn melodious voice of great-heart Jack, the chimney sweep, and fighting man of Little Zion's church, with his well known refrain of T want to be an angel. Here to-day. gone tomorrow. Catch me, catch me, catch me right now''-while they were all anxiously listening to catch the first toot of Gabriel's horn, with one old col cred Sister "Millie. " her ear to the ground, as she was "a leetle hard O hearing" and didn't want to get left out of de fold, proper or not proper, Brother D. There burst out suddenly a light in the direction of the Regicides' mountain. It grew larger and larger until the whole western hemisphere was ablaze with tongues of flame The fire tocsin tolled its loud alarm and as The Ihand-engines, little squirt, biz squirt, Boston tub. piano and the Bloody Six came in sight. headed for the light. Parsen D., robed and night-capped. rushed in front and cried out, Stop right here and drop on your knees. This is a fire that no water can queneh. Pray, pray, for salvation is free. Right Inow start in before 1t is too late,' Just then the fire chief came up Gan unbelieving son of BeliaD and called out. Follow me, boys; never saw a I fire yet that couldn't be quenched if the water and hose held out We'll douse that glim or bust!" It proved to be the burning of the Parker Brothers paper mill. which cast strange lurid light upon the sky. as if the clements were melting with fragrant heat.
 Pretty well all of New Haven had as- sembled to see the ascension of the Mill lerite saints: even in those early days there were scoffers and railers who, wagging their heads. advised the wo- men to ride broomstieks and let the
 men hang on behind. The broom as wielded by our good and brave Dore- l fas. being the only practical flying ma
 chine known in those days at least, the dart flew Sailor John B., the 'bubber hunter advised Parson D. to have his might gown we'll soused in abestos, for
 you see. you are goingson a long-legged
 tack this time, and you may not fetch the port you pointed for, but the saints
 were so enthusiastic over their trip that I hey cared not for the jibes of the mob. | A sew Ready to Holts'' and Much
 Afraids gathered around the leader to inquire if he was sure they would get 1 to the right place. Certain sure to
 Fetch all right; keep on praying and
 nraising; if you point with prayer and
 faith you vii; feel the everlasting shell tering arms under you as a support and
 guide. In the twinkling of an eye will
 we be changed to angels of light. lCall no faith false that has e'er brought
 relief to the weary and neavy laden of
 heart"
 The great climax was reached when
 Lote B., who, anxious to take in the
 end of the world from good point of
 view. had climbed the liberty pole, and
 seated upon the cross tree, with a fog
 horn under his Grego, called out with l his loud voice, The Hamden Light
 house (meeting-house) has gone up { f1uking. Bethany is wiped clean out
 and the flames are new licking up the
 Woodbridge hills. Get ready down
 there: the end is here sure pop this
 time and blew treQendous blasts on
 his horn. The voice coming from many
 knew not where, and the tootingof the horn was a sockdoliager; it Daralyzed
 for a minute the crowd of scoffers and lockers on. Then there was pande- lmonium let loose and a hot shot shuttle for home. never was the green vacated
 in so short time, not even by the Brit ishers. Some scoffers in the crowd,
 who, to be on the safe side, had secreted might gowns under their coats, rushed | in among the Hallelujah saints, got
 down on their knees and became most
 earnest in their prayers and supplica-
 tions. One in after years was known as Ia Eleventh Hour Halleluiaun. The
 boy said he wore a night gown under
 his coat"
 l Parson D. said, t'The Eleventh Hour
 brothers are welcome; heaven has room enough to give us all a sit-down. Glory Hallelujah'
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