The Litchfield County post., 1827-11-22
From Block'coods Magazine.
REVERSES.

TALE OF THE PAST SEASON.
The evening of Tuesday, the Is of Febru-
ary, 1927, was one of the most delightful /
ever remember to have spent. | was alone
my heart beat lightly; my pulse was quick
ned by the exercise of the morning; my
blood flowed freely through my veins, as
meeting with no checks or impediments to its
current, & my spirits were elated by multi
tude Of happy remembrances and OF brilliant
hopes. My apartments looked delightfully."-
comfortable, and what signifed to me the in
clemency of weather without The rain was
pattering upon the sky-light of the stair case;
the sharp east wind was moaning angrily in
the chimney; but as my eye glanced from the
cheerful blaze of the fire to the ample folds
of my closet window curtains-as the hearth
rug yielded to the pressure Of my foot while
beating time to my own music, sung in rath-
or louder tone than usual, my favOurite air
of Judy o. Flanagan, the whistIing of the
wind, and the pattering of the rain. only serv-
ed to enhance in my estimation the comforts
of my home, and inspire livelier sense of
my good fortune which had delivered me
from any evening engagements. 1t may be
questioned whether there are any hours in
this life, of such unmixed enjoyment as the
few, the very few, which young bachelor
is allowed to rescue from the pressing invita-
tons of those dear friends who want another
talking man at the dinner table, or from those
many and willy devised engagements which
are woven round him by the hands of newt
able mothers, and preserved entirely to him
self Talk of the pleasure of repose. What
repOse can possibly he SO sweet, AS that'which
is enjoyed on disengaged day during the la
bOrious designations Of London life Talk
Of the delights of solitude Spirit of Zim-
mermon! What solitude is the imagination
capable of cOnceiying so entirely delightful as
that which young unmarried man possesses
in his quiet lodging. with his easy chair and
his dressing gown, his beafsteak and his whis-
ky and water. bis nap over an old poem or
new novel, and the intervening despatch of a
world of little neglected matters, which,
from time to time, occur to recollection be-
tween the break Of the stanzas or the incl
dents of the story? Men---married men---
may expatiate, if they will, in good polished
sentences, on the delights of their firesides
and the gay cheerfulness of their family cir
clcs, but do not hesitate to affirm, that We,
in our state of single blessedness, possess not
only all the sweets of our condition, but de-
rive more solid advantages from matrimony
u
their own happiness can dare to pretend to
derive from it. We have their dinners with
out the expense Of them; we have their par
ties, without the fatigue of those interminable
domestic discussions which are insepsrable to
perform the preliminary arrangements we
share the gay and joyous summer Of their
homes, when they are Illuminated for COM
pany. and escape the interesting winter OF
n orkn md ~oJ
with all the plate, the glittering dinner service
and the wine that is produced, on rare occa-
sions, from reconcile binns, and arc most
mercifully delivered from the infection of the
ordinary WedgwOod dishes, and the familiar
porte and sherry; we are presented to the la
dy when her smiles never fail to radatr, and
are made acquainted with the children when
adorned With the smooth hair and shining