The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-04-16

A steps, upon being told that this happy, kindly throng, represented seven differ ent paths in the religious labyrinth. ex- claimed, This is indeed minerature millennium"
 It was certainly an exhibit of charity, responsibility and common sense.
 eThe Christian should be God Almigh- tvs gentleman" What better armor to fight the battle Of life than religious faith.
 Theirs not to question why
 Theirs but to do and die"
 The Green was quite a game range; muskrats that came from the canal by blind ditch through Court street; squirrels, hawks, owls, quail, wild pie cons and snakes and cells were seen there. In one tree colony of twenty two flying squirrels; very queer freak of nature was the three tailed snake. From a tree standing opposite the house of Judge Daggett (Mr. Thomas R. Trowbridge's site) a limb stretched it's anaconda undulations across the street. it's mouth grasping the trunk in a very Isnake-like manner, the end having three branches. The school boy joining the T. T. s. club was sworn under the snake, the entrance fees being to take the club to "Grunuts' Garden" and stand treat to his famous Mead" beer or oysters, according as his pocket would stand the strain. The shbboleth was three hisses-one for each tail. Seventy years ago the snake was very asrI1 home in the wee hours of morning, but old age and new sprouts have taken from it's form much of its reality. It is still quite striking to those who have an imaginary eye. The Green has had
 many freaks from the T. T. S. to Happy Dave, who 'could never pray with feel in without chaw of tobacco to kinder
 brace him up to business
 What town-born who had the boys failing for the Tankard and Trercher does not remember Deacon Jarmans s ale, Grunutt's beer. Billie Goodwin's mead and Frenchy Barth's cat stew?
 Hereby hangs tail' of many tails. It was told that the Poet Laureate of Yale going through the street one Christmas eve in a very exhilarated condition, was halted by the night watch. Jesse K, who inquired why he rendered the blessed eve hideous with such discordant noisonle noise. He re-
 piled:
 Deacon Jarman's ale and Grunutt's beer;
 Christmas comes but once a year;
 Frenchy Barth's eat stew and Knight Reeds cream;
 shall surely burst if I can't scream" He was headed for home and told to scream all he liked when he reached
 there, but to hold himself together on the road.
 The same poets eyes failed him and
 he asked to be relieved of some of his studies. The professor told him he could be relieved of his Knights Reed ing for one month and report,
 His report went by default.
 What the Green should have is a mod 1 el of the Temple of Thescas erected lupon the ''spoliation slope" not large enough to detract from the neighboring architectural "gelns The Thescum would be retreat for the invalid. the weary and unhappy refreshed by the
 green grass and blue sky; on the walls 1 of which should be embrazoned the names of those who have done So much l to embellish the town with beautiful parks and avenues: such names as Hillhouse, Blake, Farnun, English, Trowbridge and others who loved and | honored their home town should not be l lost to their benefciaries. Oh for a promoters brain who can transform the products of paper and ink mill into gold. New Haven Green would soon 1 havs
 Thing of beauty and a joy forever" | The Green, as we have no ruins to tell l the story, was the forum in past legis- l lative grandeur of the grave and vene- rable sages from Huckleberry Dom, whose screeching store boots upon the 1 Sun up Air, for they were early birds, awoke the town to her realization that the exterminator's of the succulent shad had arrived, and that our state l house would soon be crowded with era lniums stuffed to their utmost capacity with all the lore of vanished ages brought down to their day. In our first
 childhood they were beheld with won- derous awe and wisdom surpassing na-
 lures law, and considered them not
 only abundantly able to legislate for the
 great state of Connecticut, but for the universal world.
 l SOLILOQUY.
 1 This old boy wonders as he views the
 over abundant crop of young boyhood who daily inundate the Green, of every
 known race, tongue and color, what will the harvest be. "Oh, what will the Invest be. Let the wise ponder. Does
 this strange composition of humanity realize that the Green is not recent importation brought with them from foreign lands, but a sacred gift of land, sky and air, ever to be preserved;
 handed down to coming generations with wonderful foresight, by a people the relics of whom are fast fading into history. Read the names in the old Di- Irectory now extinct.
 l As everything has come to their
 hands without effort upon their part, we fear that they may make the same mistake made by our happy, go-lncky
 town-born Rip Van Wrinkles of eighty years ago, who in their wel-enough-
 alone dotage allowed the many glorious opportunities offered for the city'S ben