The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1906-05-24

and Steel Appendix With His Own
Tales and the Stories of His Great
Grandma--Three Phases of Life.
Disraeli says: Youth is a blunder
manhood FOOLS struggle, old age a re-
gret.
Truth in nutshell, for no doubt
three quarters Of our Inflated race,
fated to wear the coat as it was cut out
for us Git or nisfit by the first historic
tailor) (See Gen. 3-21st) who reach the
age of threescore years and ten, look
back upon life with sad regret. Regret
for acts which, at the time an imperfect
foresight, pronounced done for the best,
and feeling like the boy returning from
a FOOLS errand, injured, mortified and
justly mad from poll to ped" Eu-
chred
But the regret who has been lifes
fool and found it out too late, can with
the help of philosophy have the one
satisfaction of feeling he has not worn
an Identity Of his own making, but one
he was forced to wear by power over
which he had no control.
Are we any more to blame for our
mental than our physical defects?
Otherwise how could face with the
wrinkles Of fifty years ever be iIluni-
mated with a smile AS it is, are the
smiles upon face that has faced this
life for fifty years any more than the
grin Of the skull rejecting the moekery
of this humane existence?
THREE SIGHTS OF LIFE.
The far future sight Of youth, the
near-sight Of manhood and the far past
sight of age--viz., recklessness, courage
and timidity. With three sets of eyes,
one forward and one backward, and one
inward, many a sad regret we would
have escaped, If we are cursed be-
cause our good mother, with the best of
intentions, swiped from the tree of
knowledge, why is it we have no in
nate discernment of good and evil be-
fore, not after, we have taken our med
icine, viz, sad experience.
All! life at best to most of us is truly
a Skin game and if we can snatch a
little comfort as we pass along 1t Is
clear gain.
AS one of Disraelfs regrets stood
gazing upon the demolition OF the rail-
road tower that for years had reared
aloft its owl-eyed record Of our fast
fleeing hours, he was reminded how
true is the saying, 1T is not time that
flies; It's we; 'tis we are flying 1t Is
not life that Dies It's we; tbs we are
dying" His mind reverted through the
vista Of life's years to the second de-
cade OF 1870, wnen he sat upon the
broad stone steps Of his grandfather's
house listening to the stories Of his
great grandma, who had talked race to
face with all the generations of our
kind of folks" except the first, who
landed from the Mayhower
AS we listened to her home-bred Ho-
merle tales of New Haven as 1T was in
her day and time" ESQ quantity todd,
we could catch the notes of the packet
boat bugle or the horns Of the freight
boats as they passed in the canal on
their way to far Northampton.
state street in those days was resi-
dental street, lined with fine elms, the
well-kept gardens and lawns sloping
gracefully to the side of the canal, with
trees, shrubs and flowers; the border of
the canal lined with summer houses,
ounce hedges, grapevines and screens
of sunflowers, made the canal a pleas
ing water scape winding through the
center of the town, from which the
traveller could enjoy our grandma
posy gardens and uncommonly conVeh-
lent for the boys to fish, swim and
make boats of their mothers wooden
cradle and bread trough, "Oh! would
were a. bow againW Hundreds Of vel
1ow-birds which focked in the garden
} beside the canal left never to return
when the canal was turned into a
smut-way enough to drive off anything
: that has legs or wings. In fact whal
the Grand Canal was to the Queer
, CITY of the Adriatic the Pennington
Canal was to the Queen City OF Con-
necticut, and queenly was she in 1871
: with none to say her nay
A PLEA FOR THE "OLD GREEN
Lovely in her youth glorious in hel
prime, placit with self-respect in hel
q dotage. Let the last relic of our Queer
CITY Gas our grandmas knew her.
alone. for she is an old family portrait
. How the old girl would look titiyatet
off in new-fangled fans with he
framework of old-fashioned buildings
e and aged elms that have nodded thel
. heads to three centuries. Leave tn
unique old damsel severely alone unit
YOU have lost the address of those Wh'
knew her in her prime. In the Chape
O street bridge we had our Rialto, for
was the custom for the town folk O
high and low degree at eventide to pu
= on their best bib and tucker, top-ha
:, and silver-headed cane and snuff-boS
: with the air of as good as the best an
a huckleberry better, walk to the opel
space east of the bridge to see tn
packets come in and hear and tell of a.
things new or strange, for the printer
daily Ananias and Sopphira was as We
=. a nucleus Of its present elephantine ca
y nacity. In the Orange street bridge W
" had the Bridge of Signs"
The land sloping to the water, it wa
: used by the Baptist winter and summe
= as a dipping pool and many the sigh
: and aloud the cries as the chilled mar
tyrs shivered off their manifold sin
and wickedness in the ice cold cana
for water was wet and ice was cold i
the good old days of old. We boy
l. COOKERS on in Israel" hoped the spirt
would move us in July or August, whe
l. I'VE locust do sizzle.'
e Query: Was it an Improvement upo