The daily morning journal and courier., 1906-11-10

| finding a purchaser he would plant the tree, and when good and ready" plod homeward, his jug full of "OOh be joy ful, his heart full of kindness, his mouth full of rhyme and his stomach full of Joys we save tasted" An! nev- CT to return. He was a rhymster after his own style, and if his verse was not of Byronic rhythm he at least made himself understood. His Lyrics being of 'doleful strain, he was dubbed la mentation Jerry" or Homer, Jr.," of ! "Hamden Light-House." Being a very natural pantomimist and old-t time ton- io singer, drawling his words in dole ful cadence after the most approved puritanical school of the day, he made his good-natured efforts to entertain quite bewailing success. When suffi- ciently infused with "molasses" cour- age to overcome his rustic native mo- desty, he would entertain placid unau- tomoYiled, un-Graph -o-Squawked Cha pei street of that day and time with his recitations, singing and gesticula- tions, according to the amount of ye Ole Spar-ats" inspiration and mental energy in store One of his Epics was a lamentation over the dreadful waste of Dame Natures boons, which "an all wise Providence perrrmrirtted" in a most devastating fire upon Long Wharf October 26 1920 burning some forty- eight to fifty stores, warehouses and vessels filled with West India goods on which our fore bears "sot" freat store. As near as can be remembered some of it ran this wise, but instead of repeat ing the words, Fire, Fire, he would clap his hands together In a most startling manner, for fear as he said of getting out the Fire, Bucket and Mop Brigade, for his voice when spirit ually attuned was compound of the plating auto"vie" and the "Graph-O- Sundays so hideous. His bewailng would have placed him at the head of the mock mourners in first-class London funeral procession. He was a true-blue "Jeremiade of Jeremiades" FRAGMENT OF THBEPIGRAMndA- TIC EFWUsToN OF "LAMENTA- TIoN JERRY
 Oh! heard ye the tale that quaver to
 state Of an awful conflagration never hearn
 on so great;
 If not with anguish of heart I'll relate | The Fire-lick on old Long Wharf.
 A clar lick out. Lars sake what is that fearful cry?
 It's Fire, Fire, Fire. How the Bells did make our faint
 hearts quake,
 And all our in-ar1s, ohl how they did
 ache,
 And all our out-ards, Oh; how they did
 shake, For we thought of sodom, Gomorrah |
 and Lots salted wifes fate, And feared we turn salt-posts or die
 from warmed feet.
 Poor John Rogers. I reused out the almanac for to let me
 sec
 What time high water would-er be. l found it was jes half neap tide, So God Almighty was agin our side
 Sure for sartin the tide was
 outen just when it hadn't
 oughter. Was that q squar
 deal?
 The stores were stuffed so rich and
 great
 From Isaac Townsend's to Golf Phipp's
 gate;
 The '1Molasses" an rum which most
 lament,
 Oh! dear, oh! dear, what labor was
 spent
 In earning what will be destroyed, Twas hoped might be so much en-
 joyed,
 Sop up them tears Leg-it, Amos, Levi, Joel and Jim, not
 to leg-it is the sin of sins, Oh! if you'ld only will you'ld will-er,
 you get there of your a sinner. scoot with bucket, swab and broom, None of you can be too soon, Bail with Fagon, Tub or Pail, Save, oh! save that rum, don't fall
 If you bust yer biler. )h; for some Moses who could waters
 divide, tr To bring in to us a full prelgee tide; For Gods tide was stingy and cum in
 too late To safe Long Wharf from it's "Pesty
 bad" fate.
 Lord-amassy who'd a thought it. Ship loads of 'Lasses, ship loads of
 Gum, Mountains of Sugar and Oceans of Rum. ' Went up in one blaze, ahl sad to re-
 late,
 The rum ne'er found the throats it oughter to take.
 So various things have made it
 sartin that fu-ter hopes are
 most mighty onsartin.
 Honest for true, dany poor thirsty souls saw go up in
 black smoke What they longingly hoped might go
 down their throat; )ne of frugal mind who hoped to save
 some Vas struck down speeches. and cum to dumb. ] Ie chalked, he bailed hard to save the
 precious rum, But Sly Sam said in bail-in ont
 twas down his throat it run,
 So Maternal. 7he storee that rim fo. rods ana ,oo5. l I