Reminiscences of the old fire laddies and volunteer fire departments of New York and Brooklyn. . will, perhaps, more fully illustrate thepeculiar duties attached to that position. The effusion is from thepen of a former member of Pacific Engine No. 14, and was writtenupon the occasion of the purchase, at their own expense, by menbers of that organization of a new steamer. It is entitled FAREWELL TO OLD FOURTEEN HAND-ENGINE, Farewell, old gal, a long farewell,Your days of usefulness are oer; Who can your future life foretell, When you have left your native shore? amid the marshy fieldsOf old Ne
Reminiscences of the old fire laddies and volunteer fire departments of New York and Brooklyn. . will, perhaps, more fully illustrate thepeculiar duties attached to that position. The effusion is from thepen of a former member of Pacific Engine No. 14, and was writtenupon the occasion of the purchase, at their own expense, by menbers of that organization of a new steamer. It is entitled FAREWELL TO OLD FOURTEEN HAND-ENGINE, Farewell, old gal, a long farewell,Your days of usefulness are oer; Who can your future life foretell, When you have left your native shore? amid the marshy fieldsOf old New Jersey you may roam;Or some Long Island town will claimYour ponderous beauties as her own. Or, yet, may be in yonder yard Of corporation you may rot;Your name, your number, een your fame, By all who loved it be forgot. No more shall <! bunkers roused from sleepBy yonder bell rush for your tongue; Or wake the echoes of the streetAs onward to the fire they run. No more upon the creaking brakesShall we your weary children lie; To listen for the words take up,Responding with a glad hi, 66o Reminiscences of the Old Fire Laddies. No more shall Bogart (treacherous youth)With oily palms your form caress;He loves another—and this truthWill soon your trusting mind possess. For Io! there comes upon the sceneA lass who sings the songs of steam;Who will your faithful laddies win, And craze you with her horrid din. But then, old gal, one parting toastTo old acquaintance we will give;While the new lady is our boast,The old one in our hearts shall live. There were many interesting and amusing incidents in the life ofa bunker, many of whom are to-day holding positions in the highewalks of social and financial circles. Cory OLanus, who will bepleasantly remembered by old-time vamps, once said to me : The happiest days of my life were spent among firemen. Foryears I had been identified with the Old Volunteer Department,until at length I became a Benedict. Mrs. OLanus, with perhaps avi
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