The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1906-05-26

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kissing the wave-let's lips; the full
moon silvering the water and scores OF
sailboats gliding through the silver
waves, it was truly the realization of a
dream of fairy land.
When the band ceased playing rock
cts were fired off in beautiful curves
over the water as d signal for level
headed folk to skedaddle home, leaving
the moon, wave and shore to the
squarks, lovers, poets and other addle-
Drained bipeds. Those were the DAYS
when religion and love were sought and
found without money and without
price; when lovers could play the old
dodge of meet me by moonlight alone,
without toting along their grandma;
when simple faith was more than let
tered creed and honest homemade love
than Its gilded mask.
But these are the yaporings Of an in
corrigible old fogy. 'Oh the times;
oh! the manners!" Now monstrosities
peculiar to our civilization have fairly
butchered the beautiful, natural from
tispiece Of our once far-famed New
England Queen. Now upon an evening,
as Claude Mellotte might say, the air
is heavy with the signs Of putrid dumps
and the gulped odors of auto skunk
boats; the nurnurs of sewers mouths
that steal forth eer midst the desola-
ton of desolations, spoken of by the
Prophet, "Lamentation Jerry"
The Pavilion Hotel, the finest hotel
between New York and Boston, was To-
Gated upon the point of land from
which ran the Tomlinson bridge to the
eastern shore of the harbor..
The view from the windows OF the
Pavilion was exceedingly fine, taking in
the valley of the Quinnipiac, with it's
sentinel mounts, Sachem, Sycamore,
Montowese, Runway and Dragon
Bluffs.
The entire harbor, with its beautiful
eastern and western hilled shores, Soil
tary Cove, Stratford and Morris Points,
whole extent of Long Island Sound to
the limit of human vision. 1t was the
resort Of the elite of the country. The
wooded bluffs that lined New Ravens
front with its wooded background
made it, as called by a traveller, "a
nest Of EMPOWERED homes" A sea-
wall was erected from the garden of
the Pavilion to the Canal Basin, maxi
ing fine promenads, with seats shaded
and sighed by weeping willows.
ooh! don't let us miss such a NOON
light as this'' As the ancient dame
looks over her old stow-away for the
souvenirs and trophies of her youthful
triumphs, so the old resident as he
lplods his weary way through his native
town, sees much that reminds him of
both the tragic and comic In this life's
''Bide-a-wee." Is 1t not well to renlen-
Der the comic and try to forget the
tragic upon the principle that little
nonsense now and then is relished by
/ the wisest men,"
Keep whistling while upon this bog
as long as you kim was the advise of
a sage.
Macaulay lay down the axiom that
| true history should present to the mind
Of the reader the daily life andlconver-
sation of the people whom it attempted
| to describe.
But as this is only the tales of a
great grandma, we present some of the
joeundness of our old-time folk, leaving
| their sober side and solemnity to the
records of we beetin' hous-ens.
Their history to H. T. Blake Esq
unique chronicles, and Captain C
H. Townshends very graphic account
| of the British invasion.
age loves through ways Of golden
days with memorys lamp to gropt
AS proud youth peers at future years
lit by the lamp of hope"
OLD MORT, JR