Connecticut western news., 1913-03-13
OLD TIMES AND NEW
One sees strange sights at such time,
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One sees strange sights at such a time. Which quite his senses bother. I knew was alone but To
 Let him who dares, deride me; looked, and, drawing up chair, Down sat man beside me. His dress was ancient
 And his air was somewhat strange
 and foreign. | But he civilly returned my stare And said, "I'm Richard Warren. i You'll find my name among the list Of hero, sage and martyr. | Who in the Mayhower cabin signed The first New England charter. I could some curious facts impart,
 Perhaps some wise suggestions. l But then I'm bent on seeing sights And running o 'er with questions" 'Ask on," sad I. .'I'l do my best | To give you information, Whether of private men you ask | Or our renowned nation" Said he, First tell me what is that In yon compartment narrow, Which seems to dry my eyeballs up
 And scorch my very marrow His finger pointed to the grate. Said I, That's Lehigh coal, Dug from the earth He shook his
 head,
 "lt is upon my soul. I then took up a bit of stick, One end as black as night, | And rubbed 1t quick across the hearth, When To 8 sudden light. My guest drew back, uprolled his eyes, And strove his breath to catch. ''What necromance is that ?" cried he. Quoth I. "A friction match. Upon pipe just overhead
 I turned little screw, | When forth with instantaneous flash, Three streams of lightning flew. Up rose my guest, "Now heaven me
 sayep
 Aloud he shouted then, "Is that hell-fire?" |" Iris gas," said I. We call it hydrogen" We stood within chamber small,
 Men came the news to know, From Springfield. Hartford and New
 York,
 Texas and Mexico. It came. it went, silent but sure. 1 He stared and burst out laughing, "What witchcraft's that ?" cried he.
 Quoth I, Magnetic telegraphing." Thenceforth we strolled into the fields 1; A train came laundering by, Drawn by a snorting iron steed
 Swifter than eagles fly. Rumbled the wheels, the whistle shriek-
 ed,
 Far streamed the smoky cloud; Echoed the hills, the valleys shook,
 The waving forest bowed. Down on his knees with hands upraised In worship. Warren fell, "Great is the Lord our God " cried he, "He doeth all things well. I've seen hls chariot of fire,
 His horsemen. too. thereof Oh l may ne'er provoke his ire,
 Nor at his threatenings sooff." "Rise up, my friend, rise up," said I,
 "Your terrors all are vain, That was no chariot of the sky
 Twas the New York mail train" Henceforth we stepped into street,
 Said Warren, "What is that That moves along across the way
 As softly as a cat? I mean the thing upon two legs
 With feathers on it's head, monstrous hump below it's waist
 Large as feather bed; It has the gift of speech, I hear, l, But sure it can't be human" My amiable friend.n said T.,
 That's what we call a woman" "Eternal powers it cannot be l"
 Cried he, with voice that faltered, "I loved the women in my day.
 But oh they re strangely altered" 1 showed hlm then new machine
 For turning eggs to chickens The labor-saving hennery
 Which beats the very dickens, Where at he strongly grasped my hand And said. "'Tis plain to see This world is so transmogrified
 Twill never do for me. Your telegraphs. your railroad trains,
 Your gas-lights. friction matches; Your hump p-baoked women, rocks for
 coal,
 Your thing which chickens matches Have turned the world so up side. down
 No peace is left within it. And turning round upon his heel,
 He vanished in minute. Forthwith my most veraoious pen
 Wrote down what have heard, And here dressed up in doggerel rhyme
 You have it, word for word.