The daily morning journal and courier., 1907-01-12

Who Is he that maketn us to dlI- fer?" When we can all look alike, then can we think alike. 6. For Ghosts. who 'tis said skylark the Green. after nine every even ing.
 We hope they will hear 1a e Gabriel,'s with winged ears are missing. "The dead shall be raised" no re- gard to race, belief or former A true natural elevation Of the masses.
 H. For Heaven, ye may seek but not find, still panteth the heart for it everywhere.
 The Boy says, it's where there's Ma, Grandma and Gingerbread all to-
 gether there,
 Bless his heart, why shouldn't he think we are to see as we are seen, and know as we are known" J. For Indian, whost head, the Greens scarecrow," was stuck up on pole To show wouldSbe rnurderous Red Patriots, how their polls would looked poled. Essass A free to all, poll-poleing demon stration now sadly obsolete. It did cause "the joints of their Joins to loose afia Eheir knees Smote one against the other with great quake of heart. Scare in the good, Scare out the bad. J. For Jeames Hillhouse, who with his chu1il Isaac Beers
 We name them with Benisons, their Films are our own dears, The bossed and born-tired resteth in their shade, but like the ssg no iY1Or to Mother Oak. K For Fool begged" King, who for one "lee-tle draw-fn CT Chinee Tea"
 Did lose our fair Green, and his grand Arnerikee'
 "Oh, what a foolish thing was that in George our King" to ever dare tax our Grandma's Solace, Our Lords anointed George should have enacted an inheritance tax. L. For Liberty-pole, by the Tories dubbed Cra2y-pole, painted Red White and Blue,
 Against which our Whig danes smashed their tea-pots and ve- toed their tea too.
 Think of 1t. our white-capped grandmas giving up their tea and marching in procession dash their china teapots "agin ye Staff os Liber-tee."
 A Spartan Mother sacrifice, unpar- alleled in the annals of dear Woman.
 M. For the men who saved us our Green What would New Haven be without our dear Green? Where, oh where for soul soothing, placid beauty is the like to be seen? Blessing ons them like the oil that ran down Aaron's beard militant or triumphant. N. For Stout of Heart North Meetin, willful child of Mother Centre. Chip hewn from the old block, why shouldn't she be a Dissenter? When good Brothers agree to dis agree, then farewell to the sweet nelodee,
 Mother and Child after tears make up with sobs and huggings. o. For the Old-folk, whose bones still rest in the Upper Green, Ten thousand pair of eyes looking up through the green-sodded screen.
 Is it life or soul that scars back to its divine source?
 ''The soul that liveth, it shall die" " Tt Is not life that dies. Iris we. IlS Wej dIe uy P. For the Patriots. the brave hearted Stout of Leg, Governors Feeters Who feeted from the Green for Bunker Hill with no popcork champagne repeatcrs
 'They served their country, not for Harrah'' Graft or emolumental The feeting of the Feeters' feet tc Boston was feat that proved tC John Bull no Fete. o. For Query. For the way jess now our politicks is a shapin' and . lookin'.
 Some think 'twould been jess a, well if we had tux lickin," Is Mene, Meme, Tekel on the wall will "the noblest work of God lift his head once more. R. For Religion, each sect claims to b, the Divine's bestest best, But the R that stands for righteous | right is the Best, Bestest, Best. Hold fast the three Life-ropes Right, Valor and Policy. R. For the Greens Regicides," wh, so bravely judged the frs But lN who io' skulked off to west Rocl l Hole" when judged by the secon' | Charles, The true judge is willing to b
 judged as he has judged, but evei | their judgment was an improve
 ment upon Judge Bombs" l they did eschew the bitter dos | of their Patients.
 Dire cases require heroic action, s
 Judge not that ye be not judg
 ed"
 Liberty, Liberty, what crimes ar committed in thy name?" S. For State House and three Siste
 Churches sweetly nestled on tn
 Green.
 State, Church and non-eonformis
 fads forgot, with cheery hand an
 heart serene.
 The State House (the Theseul
 Pagan Temple of justice an
 right is no more. An! Never
 more,
 But the religious Graces, Faitl
 Hope and Charity, still live thei
 spires ever pointing onward an
 upward to the Goal to be won T. For Trinity, the blessed Union {